17 years ago in the year 1549, I was brought forth into this world. My family was the famous Adrenas family, a family of swordsmen.
my father, like every nobles had many wives and concubines. I was the only child of the third wife, Julia Lysandra.
There were many children beside me and so I never really got to see my father much. I would usually spend my days with my mother
following her every steps. I wasn't aware back then, my time with her would be very limited.... Even if I knew, I wouldn't have been able to do anything.
"Alex."
I looked up at my mother who just finished reading a bed time story for me
"..... Never mind... go to sleep dear."
She strokes my head gently and slowly. even though she was smiling down at me, why do I feel some sort of uneasiness and tension?....
My routines were simple and just. I would wake up everyday and quickly rush out to find mother, with whom I would spend the whole day with.
Since I was still quite young, I wasn't allowed to practice magic or swords.
Apparently only after one had undergone the Family trials would be allowed.
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Next year I would finally turn 6, becoming eligible to take the trial.
How, with great excitement I had waited for my next birthday to come.
The anticipated day soon came and the ritual was conducted as planned....
but the results?....
I was totally useless in their eyes.
The family vassals, my siblings, even my father, looked at me with disappointment.
The ritual was conducted in order to check what blessings one had been given at birth and apparently I didn't have single one.
It wasn't long until Father Sentenced my mother to death.
They called her a witch for giving birth to a blessing-less child.
She was taken central plaza of the city and burned alive a few days later.
I didn't understand what was happening.
"Why was Mother going to die?"
" Is It because of me?"
I didn't understand why Father was not helping her.
I could only watch as mother was being taken away from me forever....
I could only stand by and watch as she was burning....
….. I realized...
It had always been that way.
All I could ever do was watch...
Before my mother was engulfed in flames, I saw her for the last time;
with tearful eyes but still smiling, looking at me...
Mouthing the words 'Sorry'.
It was a scene I didn't forget... No....
It was a scene I couldn't forget.
Soon as expected, I was left out eventually.
But that was not the end.
There were still some people who held grudges against my mother, even after her death, and I have the target victim being her child.
While I was scared, locked up in my room, my maid who pitied me helped me leave the estate without anyone noticing.
It was then... When I was wondering hopelessly in the forests,
I met her...
My teacher.