Chapter 1

The silver lock of hair tickled my nostril and I sneeze.

I can suddenly feel a pair of eyes looking at me, with love.

My mother, Sylvia Rescher, as I have come to known many months before.

I'm one years old, almost two.

My mother never leaves my side, at first it was endearing and cute, but now it's getting slightly irritating.

I know I'm an old soul and I have no idea why I still keep some memory of my past self.

Although the memory is blurry, I still know that this isn't my world, but its a world that I know I would love.

Ever since that incident, with the whole fusing my heart with the mana-thingy.

I have come to realise that my body is different.

Not in a sense that my body wasn't any different to begin with, especially being reborn in a world of swords and magic.

But you know how mana is in the air and in the atmosphere, that doesn't seem to be the case when it comes to me.

Somehow, I seem to be producing mana inside my body independently. Each beat of my heart pumps blood and mana.

I can feel the power slithering through my body, I can feel it slowly strengthening every part of me with every circulation.

I can insert my will into the mana more fluently, it feels like the mana is a part of me, an extension of my body if you will.

I haven't seen anyone use magic yet in this house, but since my sensitivity to mana is extremely high, I can feel the density or the

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intensity of power that everyone I've ever met. Most people in this house, which I've identified as servants has a more negligible power index.

Their influence of mana is extremely low and most of the mana seem to go straight past them, and some get absorb slowly in their body.

But its different with my mother. I have noticed two a large bluish tint stone revolving slowly inside her and one slightly smaller stone. Its place opposite to the heart and the mana it's like a vortex getting sucked in by the stones inside of her. I have noticed that two of the stone revolves in a synchronize and leisurely manner but the third stone, seem to revolve two times faster and is absorbing more of the mana in the air, as if it's trying to grow.

I wonder what's the difference?

I questioned.

While I was pondering the questions that are swirling around my head. My mother brought me with her, through the transparent glass window the size of two doors and opened them.

Leading us both out to the balcony.

I know my parents are rich, some sort of noble perhaps, because looking down at most of the houses down below. There like living in mud huts compared to our dwelling.

The balcony itself is built using the finest marble, it has intricate guardian statues, to me it looks like Gargoyles.

The rest of the house is covered in intricate jewelry embedded in the walls, and the ceilings has lights that seem to absorb mana in the air as you turn them on, giving you light.

I still don't understand the principles of the magic in this world, given I'm not even two yet.

"You seem awfully quiet for a child." my mother asked, looking worriedly at me.

I flashed her a smile and jumped around to show her I'm still kind of normal.

She smiled gently and rested her head atop of mine.

The sun setting and the beauty of it, captivated both of us, until we both jump because two strong hands came at us from behind and nuzzled my mother's neck.

"Ahh!!" I cried out.

My mother laugh at my expense of being scared.

"Mason, you're back." Sylvia said stroking her husband's face.

"Yeah. Its been a long day, I just got back from the forest with the men and nothing seem out of the ordinary. At most just a couple of unranked creatures passing by, nothing that would be a problem." he said grinning.

I looked at my father carefully and inside his body is something different, instead of a stone, its more like a faintly shape sword in the form of mana.

My father noticed my gaze and grabbed me with this arms and held me.

"So.. why has Aluin been up to today. Have you been a good boy?" my father asked playfully.

I stuck my tounge out at him.

"Sylvia did you see that." he laughed.

Sylvia rolled her eyes.

"When you grow up, you're going to be strong." he said while flinging me in the air and catching me again,

This didn't escapes my mother notice and scolded him.

He cast her and apolgetic look but he was still smiling.