A warm wind blew through an open window in the Frenost household, and with it the smells of a new morning. As the sun rose and sunlight entered a small room in the mansion's east wing. A small boy sat in the center of this room eyes closed in a meditative stance. The world around Lanthim was so calming, a silent nothingness that filled all creation. All that was present was himself, and his constant companion the Mana that resided within him.
Before he actually understood what this power inside of him was, he would spend countless hour experimenting. On not only how to use it, but also how it effected the world around him. From what he had learned over the few months since his birth. In this world Mana was a form of energy.Or so he had thought however, it was a naturally accruing phenomenon. That not only interacted with but sustained all creation. As he continued day by day, his understanding of its composition and form. At least the form it would take when interacting with another elemental substance increased.
Lanthim's time in this world at this time could be seen as short compared to some. Only eleven months had passed since he had come to this strange place. With its people and places that were so beyond foreign to him. Regardless, he carried on with his everyday activity's, which were much as they had always been. Servant coming and going, his caretaker Milty constantly watching him. Ever since the incident eight months earlier, she was almost glued to him watching everything he did.
So once he had learned to walk, which was not more then a few days. From when he first learned about how to manipulate mana. He decided it would be better to not let many know. It was interesting, being carried everywhere during the day. Then when everyone had gone to sleep for the night. He would walk about the house watching, and learning all he could about the place he called home.
Eventually after a few nights of clamoring about, he found the room he currently inhabited. A small room, with a single large window, that allowed one to look out on the town below. As well as the surrounding countryside unobstructed. Far enough out of the way that no one ever had the need to go there. Except for the occasional cleaning, but that happened rarely. Due not to the distance needed to cover in order to get to it. In fact it was totally empty, not a single piece of furniture or drapes for the windows just a bare room.
This created the perfect place, for Lanthim to escape from the rest and learn of this power, and any and all applications it could possibly have. The constant feeling he had when he would use mana was almost intoxicating. At least for the first few times he tried using it. In the beginning just moving it around his body. He found rather uncomfortably that mana is a constantly moving force, and while it could move from place to place. In ones body most of the time it just moved on its own through out the body. This would cause problems for Lanthim, because while this power is constantly moving throughout the body. All it would take was a simple step to cause discomfort. Just bending his knees ever so slightly, would cut off the flow and either he would just drop to the floor or stumble.
Milty had almost caught him one morning, as he made his way back to where his apartments were located. He had spent much of that night in meditation. So he didn't feel at all tired however, if he was caught. Out of his bed by Milty, further study on his own with no interruption would be impossible. However, on the way back he had noticed something, that he was not expecting the door to his apartments was open.
Slowly he made his way to the door scanning the room as he moved. Feeling the mana in his legs slowly being cut off with every step he took. The sensation was so uncomfortable, every time he would bend his knees to make the next advancing step. The flow would cut off for a moment, but that second felt so long. Every time he would put his foot on the floor he would not want to move again. However, he had to make sure that he had not been compromised. So continuing on to his room, he found that there was no one present. Except for a cat that was curled up on his bed.
Almost four months had passed since that morning, now as he always did Lanthim was in the same small room. The day as always welcomed him, and reminded him of his need to no longer be in this place. Withdrawing, himself from the room he silently closed the door behind him. Lanthim was much more confident is him ability, to return to his rooms without being found out and as luck would have it. He was able to get there almost twenty minutes before morning call.
"Young Master It is time to greet the day." [Felyma]
Lanthim, roused from his fake sleep by the throwing open of the drapes, the sun beating mightly on his face. Sitting up he looked at the maid who had invaded his room. Her name was Felyma and she was a Demi-human, or to use a more Lucrentian term Tylami. A very demeaning term, given to any individual who looked human but was not. Her lineage spoke loudly through her very prominent ears, and tail for they resembled that of a wolf, and very few of this type of demi-human remained in the world.
"Why is it, that no matter the day you always have to do this every morning Felyma? The sun comes through the window to strongly this time of day." [Lanthim]
Lanthim slides out of bed, slippers on the floor were placed by her. So he would not have to walk on the cold floor. Felyma stood silently with his day dress in one arm.
"Of course I wake you up every morning young master it is my duty after all." [Felyma]
She answered kindly, Felyma always seemed to smile regardless of circumstance. This did not change, the fact that the sun was in the worse possible position. At this time of day, and when she would open the window drapes, it would be right there big and blinding.
Getting off his bed the maid began the process of changing the young master. Unlike other great clans she had worked for over the years. Who's children would scream, and run around the house. Making every kind of unreasonable demand one could think of. This child would wake up every morning, and the only thing he had to complain about was the time she would open the drapes.
Having only started working in the Frenost Estate, in the southern Gritalia region of the Lucrentian Empire. Felyma served for most of her life as a maid servant. Her training at the Maklifrin Academy, in the far east of the empire pushed her into a strong position, as a rank 7 Mana assault user. However, since the empire had long been at peace with its neighbors, and had no real ambition to expand any further, the use of powerful combatants was almost nonexistent.
So after many long years, and countless clans hiring her just to then let her go. She ended up here with this little child, who never acted as all the many other had. He would almost effortlessly wake up every morning, change then be off to heavens know where, and just as he would disappear he would then return. With a satisfied look on his face. An absolute mystery, he was always watching others, always listening. Then when he would speak, she would feel almost at a loss at how clear and controlled, his ability to speak Tolanrim the primary language of the empire.
"You seem to be in good spirits today." [Lanthim]
Lanthim noted as she dressed him.
"Yes tomorrow will be my third month here. I have rarely spent more, then a few weeks at a time being employed by a single clan." [Felyma]
Her response was clear, as for the smile she could not help but show. So little time had passed since that day three months ago. The two had meet on the steps of the Estate. At that time he would be carried about by Milty his caretaker. Felyma could still remember the look on her face, when Lanthim walk out of his room asking for his breakfast.
The sun was now slightly cresting the top of the window, over looking the vast forest that surrounded the mountain. Both stood looking out the window, Lanthim stood closer seeing the great expansiveness of these lands. Slowly, he turned, an almost adult like gaze on his face. Holding out his right hand, he began to draw purified mana to a single point just above his hand. The mass of power was overwhelming, a endless torrent that would not yield. However, incredibly the boy was unmoved calm, and unlike the mana that was churning and engulfing everything about him. The pure mana that was inside his body maintained a coherent mass as if almost no purified mana was was being used at all.
"Young master what are you doing?" [Felyma]
Felyma by now felt nothing but terror, as well she should if he was to die her job and very likely life would end.
"I wonder sometimes the exact same thing." [Lanthim]
This is all Lanthim answered, as he stood the flow becoming increasingly more controlled and dense.
Felyma looked on, the feeling terror had left, and now the only emotion she had was awe. Above the palm of this little boy's hand, having just taken shape was a perfect sphere of water he had made water.