He was five years old when he died for the first time. Or at least, that's how his story should have gone, if he weren't a freak.

  Fast start? Allow me to explain.

  His name was Leox Lether, and he lived in a tiny corner of the Fourth World. A small village that could easily be ignored by the greater world: Everhurst.

  His mother and father were both unawakened adults. Farmers who sent their produce to the larger cities in order to make a meagre living. That left him uneducated. A child with the desire to roam, yet trapped in a small settlement that resembled a cage.

  If he were born in a city, he would have been able to receive an education. Perhaps he would have also learned about the dangers that lurked within the Fourth World. Unfortunately, Leox was an unremarkable child when it came to his intelligence. Even by the age of five, he struggled to string together proper sentences, and was once even presumed to be mute by the village doctor.

  ...

  One day, curious Leox, perhaps seeking to make a change to his average everyday life, used his little legs to carry himself to the kitchen where a knife sat on the counter. The counter that was just a little bit too high for him to reach.

  No... Not if he jumped.

  "Hee-yah!"

  His brain might've been underdeveloped, but his legs worked fine. He managed to grab the handle of the knife, almost.

  Due to his misfortune, the sharp kitchen utensil fell and pierced his eye. The clumsy five-year-old panicked, which made him trip right afterwards, causing the knife to push deeper, puncturing his brain.

  The screams of a child followed shortly afterwards. They could be heard through the entirety of the village.

  His mother and father ran inside to see what he was crying about. It didn't sound like the cries of a hungry or displeased child, but rather cries of agony.

  They found Leox standing there with a knife through his skull, and blood pouring onto the carpet. His mother screamed, and his father ran over to him.

  "Mary, what have I told you about leaving sharp objects within his reach!"

  His father dropped to his knees, shakily examining the bloody face of his son.

  "I... I... I'm sorry!" Leox's mother cried, barely able to form a sentence.

  And Leox? He simply stood there with the knife lodged inside of his eye socket. At that point, the pain had turned to nothing but a dull throb. His tears had stopped falling, and his cries were no longer there.

  His father who was still in a panick seemed to notice this. He gave Leox a strange look through his face of fear.

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  "Kyle... why isn't he crying?" His mother asked through her tears.

  "I... I don't know. Leox, my boy, can you understand what I'm saying?"

  Leox could hear them perfectly, so he nodded his head.

  He understood everything, there was just a minor problem. A knife was stuck in his brain. Eventually, his father came to a conclusion. Somehow, his son was alive, despite the terrible injury that should have claimed the lives of even the greatest of men, let alone a small child.

  He hurried him over to the village healer. An Awakened man, who went by the name 'Frost.'

  Frost was an older man with white hair and an eye patch over one of his eyes. When he saw the state of Leox, he didn't even wince. As a healer he had already seen injuries worse than this, or in his case, perhaps even experienced them himself. Frost examined the boy in front of his parents.

  A eye wound doesn't get much worse than this. He thought to himself. He carefully cleaned the surrounding area of blood before looking at the knife and checking how deeply it had been lodged into the boy's face.

  "No doubt about it." The man spoke in a rough voice. "Knife's entered his brain."

  Leox's mother let out a weep, and his father could only palm his face. Their little Leox had ended up like this, purely because of their mistakes.

  "But," Frost continued. "The boy is somehow still alive. Even I don't understand this."

  For a moment, his mother's weeping stopped and she looked down at him. It was a fair assessment to say that this injury should have killed him. After all, he was Unawakened, with no magic in his body to somehow keep him alive. Under no circumstances should Leox have survived this.

  This led Frost to a theory. A theory that he didn't explain to anybody else at that moment. Instead, he convinced his parents to allow him to perform a surgical operation on him. One that required them to step out of the room so that he could focus.

  His parents hesitantly accepted. They stepped out of the room, and Leox laid down on a medical bed with a lantern light flashing on his face. Frost scooted his chair over to him. He had a serious look on his slightly wrinkled face.

  "I doubt you can understand me boy, but I think you're immortal."

  Leox understood him perfectly. However, he couldn't find the words to respond. He also didn't know what the word 'Immortal' meant at the time.

  Frost noticed this from the look on the boys face.

  "It means... that you are unable to die. It's a crazy theory, since death has been all we've known in the Four Worlds. But as a doctor, I can't think of any explanation for this. Well, at least nothing based around science."

  He explained it in words that helped Leox understand the situation, sort of. Even he, as a five-year-old, knew that death was common in the Four Worlds.

  So that left him with the clear question.

  Why can't I die?

  Was he cursed? Some sort of devil?

  There was an answer to this question. However, it was one that he wouldn't get the answer to for a long, long time.

  Never mind that. Let's focus on the knife in his brain.

  Doctor Frost placed his hand on the handle of the knife and gently tugged on it. Leox felt the point moving around in his brain, but it didn't hurt.

  "No wincing or screaming. I hope that's due to my theory being correct, and not that the brain injuries turned you dumb."

  He didn't know what that meant.

  Afterwards, Frost returned to a shelf where he carried jars containing a variety of herbal medicines. He took some out and crushed them together in a pestle and mortar, creating a thick paste that he rubbed around the area surrounding his wound. Afterwards, he took in a deep breath and sighed.

  "Leox, if my theory is wrong... Then I apologise in advance. If I'm right, well your existence will change the world, just as I have always thought."

  Doctor Frost grabbed hold of the knife handle once again and pulled with all of his might. The knife slid out of Leox's brain and then his eye socket. A fountain of blood rained from his face, squirting over the doctor's white hair and face.

  After Frost wiped his eyes of the blood, he quickly looked down at the boy. He looked dead, but was still breathing. And his eye seemed to be slowly remaking itself.

  I knew it...