Note: so far it's been the character narrating most of the story. My purpose for this is to skip all the boring things and have the first few

chapters get you into the story and how the world works. Later the chapters will be mostly first person Pov and not

him narrating.

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It's been another two years since my new life

began, and I am now 3 years old. My skills are [weapon creation D],

[Leather worker D], [Stealth C], and [awareness C]. I made myself two iron daggers and a short sword. I finally got into the assassin business after a while. When I first entered they looked at me funny. Although I'm 3 I look more like a 6-7 year old. My nickname

now is stealth blade. Haha it was funny seeing their faces when I beat the shit out of the person who tested me. Well anyways after that I worked on my costume for hiding myself. I decided to go for the ninja look! The only thing that pisses me off is the others keep trying to get me to talk!

On to the next point I figured out why no one thought I was weird for acting smarter than my age. Apparently others have appeared like me so it's a commonplace thing for babies to be blown with intellect. The part that confuses me though is most of them don't have a meditation technique like I do. My only conclusion that I could come to is that it's

up the gods to decide what they want to give you.

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Amy's Pov.

From the moment my child

was born until now I knew my child was one of them. One of those people who were born with past knowledge and that he had no love for me. I can see it in his eyes. He has some gratitude and doesn't cause me issues, but he has no love for anyone. I don't know what happened to him, but I will just do my best to raise him as I can. I'm not talented nor am I from a rich family. Both my parents died at a young age. I don't know how to raise him or what to tell him and even though he doesn't live me I still love him. The only thing I can do is watch as he grows and provide him with what little I have. What made me depressed is I learned when he turned 3 he was sneaking off doing shady things and he could make weapons and armor better than me. I've never heard of such a talented child before, so I was worried he would be assassinated but my worries were unfounded. The one thing that bothers me is I know he can speak but apparently he still chooses not to even though he knows others are like him. I wonder if he hates me for being a terrible parent? The only way I know how to show my love for him is by sleeping with him in his bed from time to time. Maybe just maybe he will see my live and open up to me eventually.

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After he started making better weapons and leather armor than me he was the one who paid for the food and house. When I asked him why he is paying for everything he thought for a moment then wrote saying “ as the one who gave birth and took care of me I will take care of you now. This is my thanks for those things nothing more and nothing less”. That made me pout! I knew he held no love for me, but still he could act like he did. I went off and said “ why can't you love me? I know I'm not that pretty nor am I the best parent, but I still love and take care of you”. That's the first time I heard him laugh. That laugh though disturbed me. He was a twisted laugh that also sounded a bit sad. He never answered me afterwards. Later I went and slept with him again, but I learned my lesson not to mess with him. When I fell asleep he started teasing me and I woke up to him caressing my body and teasing me. It was amazing how my body shivered under his soft hands, but at the same time I knew he didn't see me as his parent. That was his answer to my question.

From then on anytime I tried to get close to him he would tease my all over again. The sad thing is the pleasure was more than even his father gave me with his own cock. My son didn't even use his! So then how did it feel so much better? I'm such a terrible parent. Even after I got my answer I would still go to his room from time to time just to feel that pleasure I couldn't feel from another man. It made me drunk on it. I was addicted to it, if I didn't have his touch in three or four days I would start getting antsy and couldn't sleep at night. My only wonder is once he hits puberty will I feel even better?*blush* oh how terrible am I to think of my own child that way. I promised not to trust another man after his dad left me, but I just can't help myself. I think I even learned more about myself from him. Mmm the rougher he is the more pleasure I gain. When he bites my nipples or spanks me I can't even move my body. I feel like a puppet in his hands. Well that's fine I'll be my sons puppet if that's what he wants. Maybe this way will show my love for him more than any other way. I'll just do whatever he tells me to do. I'll bend over when he says so. I'll show my worst side to him when he wants to see it. It's embarrassing, but at the same time it feels so good. Ugh I need to stop thinking about him or I won't be able to work today. I already feel the urge to find a place to rub one out before I beg him for more.