You lived a horrid life. At the very young age of 4, your mother died, leaving you all alone. You sat next to her rotting corpse for days, even having to eat some of her body just to stay alive. Your father had left you and your mother when you were just a baby. Eventually, you were found by a kind stranger, who took you to the local orphanage. You were eventually adopted by an elderly couple. You thought your life was finally turning around, however, you couldn’t have been more wrong.
The couple worked you to the bone, only giving you enough food to keep you alive. Your hair grew long, and they wouldn’t let you shower or take care of yourself. The bed they made you sleep on was old and rickety, and you gained terrible insomnia because of these conditions. You had an extremely high amount of mana, which meant that you got sick very easily. However, the elderly couple just thought that you were a weak child, so they thought nothing of it.
The neighbor didn’t need a rooster, as the sound of your caretaker beating you every morning was enough to wake them up. You were pale and weak, and it was hard to do any of the work the elderly couple asked you to do. People turned a blind eye to you, and you felt as if your life was over.
One cold winter day, at the age of 7, you finally had enough of the abuse. Early in the morning, after a particularly bad beating from the elderly man, you ran away. He chased after you, almost caught up to you. As you were running, you accidentally bumped into a proper looking man. He was the lord of where you lived, which was called Edin. His name was Ragnall Rosenfie, and he was known for being cruel. He had a very powerful ability; which was the ability to control the air in people’s bodies. He looked down at you, raising one of his eyebrows. He was wearing an extravagant outfit, along with a fluffy fur lined coat. His bodyguard grabbed your shoulders, holding you in place.
“My lord, please check to see if you’ve been pickpocketed.” The bodyguard said, his hands still on your shoulders.