The first impression Jason had of his new house was old.

The house was made of brick, wood and stone.

The roof, although slightly out of view to Jason, seemed to be made of bricks. The bricks had a reddish grey colour to them.

The walls were made of stone and wood. The house was two stories high with windows littering the walls.

A chimney stood tall and proud from the roof.

Jason had only had a chance to see the house when his mother took him to see her garden.

Life ran by smooth for Jason. He seldom learned any useful information. Only simple facts like the name of his language. He overheard his parents talking about their hopes for him.

They hoped he learned “Trussian” quickly. Due to the name of the language, Jason guessed the nation was likely called Trusia or something similar.

Life went on peacefully for Jason.

His parents interacted with him in a way most loving parents would. The downside to this was all he heard about was childish in nature. His parents baby talked him and consistently made efforts to avoid doing anything else. Likewise, Jason decided to act like a proper child. He decided to hold back on speaking until a certain period of time passes.

Any attempts to explore Jason’s surroundings were futile. His parents watched him like guards watching an inmate.

His beautiful, wooden crib was like a jail cell. Any and all freedom he got was a result of his parents allowing him to leave.

Life was peaceful but boring. The things a baby would find fun wouldn’t be the things an adult finds fun.

Jason still made an effort to put on a show for his family. He didn’t want them thinking their child is emotionally challenged.

Finally, after eight and a half months and countless attempts to stand, Jason stood up.

”…” She was speechless. She knew her child had been quit quick in development. He baby talked more often than the other children she’s seen, and he even frequently tried to stand up. He was adventurous and always trying new things.

“Good job son!” She pushed her thoughts to the back of her head and congratulated her son, even though to her, he couldn’t understand her.

‘Finally! Being able to crawl has been a real problem of mine.’ Jason was mentally a fully grown man. Being able to walk on his own has been one of the greatest things he missed.

‘hmm… now seems like a good time.’ Jason put on his cutest face and looked his mother in the eyes.

”Mama!” At Jason’s cute, babyish words, his mother froze.

”Wha… Speaking at eight and a half months! Your a prodigy! Good job Jason!” Jason’s mom was ecstatic at her sons intelligence. Most children take a whole year before they can speak!

Time went by quickly after Jason revealed he could speak.

By the time he was one and a half he had full freedom of the household besides the study and kitchen.

His new home was wealthy, even by his modern worlds standards.

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It was missing essential technologies like electricity but it sufficed.

For heat they had a fireplace and used candles throughout the home.

It was cozy and was a decent beginning to Jason’s new and hopefully long life.

His fathers name is Andrew. He’s a rich merchant who sells goods as a middleman for blacksmiths.

He sells swords, shields and other metalwork.

He was a kind and large man. He was humorous and had great love for him and his wife.

Likewise, his wife Audrey also loved them both.

She spent most of her time at home with Jason and made sure to maintain a warm household for Andrew whenever he came from work.

Soon Jason turned four. The life of a criminal was far behind him. Using his prior knowledge of the world Jason planed to make a living for himself.

His relationship with his parents grew stronger and stronger. He soon forgot about the few people he left behind with his death and fully gave into his new identity as the prodigy Jason.

His parents, with the money his father made, hired a private tutor to help nurture Jasons immense potential.

Mathematics, Trussian, whatever classes he took Jason was a prodigy. This made sense, his four year old self was actually much older. Onto of this his older self went through all of high school.

This all went by until one day Jason turned six.

The day was progressing regularly. Jason’s mother came to him with an excited face on her face.

”Jason! Guess what?” She stared expectantly at Jason.

Jason stared back unsure of what his mom could be so excited about.

”I’m lost, what is it?” Jason had a small smile on his lips and waited patiently for his mother to continue.

”A magus is in town today! He’s going to out on a show for all the people in town! We should go see him for your birthday!” A magus? Jason has never heard the term before.

What could it mean? A magus. What could his mother be talking about? Jason’s facial expression was confused.

Jasons mother looked at him oddly. He used to get so excited when she told him stories of magicians slaying dragons! Why was he being so distant now?

”A magus! As in magic!” at the words magic Jason’s smile became wide.

‘So a magician. Great, time to see some corny tricks.’ Jason assumed by magic she meant magic tricks, or card tricks and other such things. Never would he associate magic with, well, real magic.

As recognition began to show on Jason’s face, Audrey turned towards the door.

”Get ready! In thirty minutes we’ll go. Your father will be home by then.” Audrey turned and walked out the door, leaving Jason to his own thoughts.

’huh. I guess I could use a break.’ Jason walked over to his bed and slumped down into it.

He closed his eyes for about thirty seconds before opening them with a concentrated gaze at the ceiling.

’I have a test tomorrow too… I’d rather study to be honest. Oh well, what can I do.’ Jason didn’t think much before he got up and walked to his wardrobe.

All his cloths were small. He was six but also skinny. He made sure not to overeat and kept himself in shape by doing push-ups and sit-ups. Nothing serious as he hated physical stuff and would rather study.

When he was a criminal he came to power using his words and intellect and left the brutish work to others.

Jason slipped out of his casual clothing and put on black pants. He grabbed a black dress shirt and also put that on. His midnight black hair and grey eyes mixed well with his outfit.

Jasons eyes seemed to be full of wisdom for a six year old, but looked hilarious on someone so short and childish.

Jason looked himself over in the mirror before sighing.

’Whoever wishes they could restart life are dead wrong. I can’t wait to grow up and look my age a little better.’ Jason adjusted his look a little before walking out the door and towards the kitchen.

“can you cook me some eggs mom?” Jason was hungry. It was around seven in the morning. His father was out on a trip to the market and would soon be back.

“Yes my little sunshine!” Jason innerly recoiled at his name. As a grown man it was hard to still smile and not cringe after being called “sunshine.”

Jason smiled to the best of his abilities and sat down on the hand carved wooden chair.

The entire house could only be described as medieval by the way everything was. Plastic was no where to be seen and cutlery was wooden.

Bread was expensive and common food items like pizza just didn’t exist.

His house even had swords and armour!

Andrew tells stories of when he was a warrior. Apparently he was forced to retire when some muscle of his was cut.

‘He always did have a bad leg…’ Jason was kicked out of his thoughts when his mother placed a wooden plate with two eggs on it infront of him.

She placed a few pieces of bread on the side and stared at him with a radiant smile on her face.

”eat up! We have a long day ahead of us!”

‘Indeed we do…’ Jason quickly began picking away at his meal.