At the age of six, Isiah had to follow his father's steps; he had to join while he did his daily courses; hunting and managing the house were a few things he had to learn.
Apparently, his father, Johnathan, was preparing him to take over the role when he dies. With all of the monster attacks over the last few years, he must have thought that his end was close.
Isiah didn't welcome the idea initially, but his mother forced him to; she kept nagging until he accepted, accompanying him at the end.
Now, he started to see the bigger picture for once; imagining what was outside and seeing it was very different. People actually smiled around here despite all of the horrors they were living in.
Kids too had their fair share of playing around and enjoying their time too, women flirted with the guys they liked, and married people still had the luxury to have kids in this done for world.
Seeing all of that, Isiah thought that maybe he was the only one who was thinking hard enough to solve this world's problems, he was overthinking, or they were underthinking the situation.
He couldn't even sleep properly every night, thinking why everyone was living life like it was normal.
Everyday Isiah wore his clothes and followed his dad like there was a secret oath between them; every morning, he wore one of his linen tunics, he had only 4 of them, and that's why he had to be cautious to keep them clean, with one of his 3 pants and his only leather shoes.
The fashion here resembled the medieval era; the color of his clothes were either green, brown, black, beige, or white; with those colors, he never felt that he was clean or fancy, he looked like dirt, and he hated that feeling.
At least in his previous life, he came from a wealthy family.
Isiah had to learn magic from his dad, he used his knowledge in his favor, but even now, his father seemed to keep everything a secret from him.
His dad used to hunt animals using magic back then, but now his father was using his own physical force.
It looked as if his dad was avoiding giving him any information, he was keeping him in the dark, in fact, but Isiah chose silence to avoid conflict.
The only thing he knew was that magic had existed since the beginning of this world, some people were stronger by nature, and some were not; some could level up, and some couldn't.
It was confusing, but at the same time, it made sense; if they were all equal, it wouldn't be that much fun to the one who created everything here.
The weather on Delwias island was different from his hometown; it took him a long time to adapt. The weather was rainy all year; it resembled a tropical climate; it was hot all year and moist.
The rain was the hard part. Isiah hated it so much; whenever the clouds gathered to pour rain, the sky turned gray, which affected his mood and led him into the dark corridors of his mind.
One day, after eight months of going out with his father every day to do the courses, he and his dad were on their way to hunt a deer when they encountered a giant white tiger; his father wasn't the type to act recklessly, this encounter was astonishing to him, because he thought that this area was safe from wild animals, yet he was wrong after all.
Johnathan pointed at him, motioning for him to remain motionless, but for him, it was the first time he saw a wild animal in front of him. Isiah panicked; the fear crept in, so he ran away immediately. His dad followed him, which resulted in the tiger noticing both of them.
It was a mess, yet they both continued running until Isiah fell to the ground because his feet got caught on tree vines, causing him to stumble forward and fall on the ground hard, he quickly got up and tried to move, but he couldn't, he looked down to find his right leg bleeding, his dad reached him at that moment and tried to lift him on his back, but Isiah was unable to move.
His dad stood before him and waited for the tiger to get closer to them. Isiah was very afraid, but he kept his face calm to the point where his father was triggered by it and thought it strange for a child to act calm in a situation like that.
The white tiger was fast, strong, and fatal for sure. Jonathan, in a moment, put his hand in the air and aimed toward the tiger, and with a blink of an eye, a yellow circle showed up with different runes on it. He didn't say anything; he just looked at his target, aimed at it, and boom, something this powerful came from nothing.
That orb moved so fast toward that tiger and hit it; it was a solid hit to the point where the tiger was flung twenty feet away. The tiger didn't get up, so Isiah's father turned around to face him. He evaluated the injury and then said, "That was close, it's just a sprain, it'll heal with time, don't worry, you'll just have to rest and everything will be okay."
Isiah knew that his dad could heal him for sure, but he didn't, and instead, he wanted his injury to heal naturally; that gave him a hard time knowing that Johnathan had the power to help him, but he chose not to.
"And one more thing, you have to forget about what you saw here, don't tell mommy, okay? Just tell her that you fell on your own, okay?"
That was definitely a shock to Isiah, but he had no choice but to nod to him, replying, "Okay, dad."
Yeah, his parents were much scarier to him than monsters …To him, they were his monsters.