I was born on year 128 of the new calendar, I somehow distinctively remember by first instants, a pure blur with some light growing stronger and stronger.
Just like that, I was born and was met with the already rugged faces of my two parents, my father was a tall and strong man that had always worked as lumberjack, where he would cut down trees with nothing but an axe and himself, there was no one else to help or watch over him if something were to happen.
He had always been careful however, the biggest injury he had even sustained was sprained ankle when coming home from work, the trees he would cut down where situated near the local noble, the last we've had before I managed to convince Pepin to allow Lomeo to move in their stead.
The noble was unremarkable, somewhat absent in the grand scheme of things, he was a figurehead but never really took part in anything, he was just content with staying within the confines of his home with his servants as his only company.
My mother didn't work on account of having an overbearing limp from when a fragment of steel embedded itself in her right leg from a small explosion, she had been working at a smith, inside of the hidden village behind our home.
Well, it only became hidden when I closed off the entries except for the one inside of our home.
She could barely walk with it, still, my mother was a cheerful woman for the years I shared with her, same for my father, an overly optimistic man who didn't seem capable of finding fault anywhere.
Four years after my birth, I had already learned to write and speak coherently, although I still can't help but spout some patois from time to time, it was my father that spoke this language and he taught it to me, which he claimed to have gotten from his own father.
In that time, my little sister was born, she had come out as pale as a corpse and it first seemed that she was stillborn but she was very much alive, she had the same eyes as my mother, in fact, they look perfectly alike, a perfect copy.
That fact wasn't something that ever noticed by anyone else other than me however, only a week after my sister's birth, strange things started to occur.
One thing I didn't mention was that my rapid learning, behavior and expressions had earned me a reputation amongst some of the residents of Village Magnifice, the name I would later give the village, they felt like something was wrong with me.
That I was possessed or a monster in disguise, I can understand why they would have thought that, I wasn't like them after all, I had already figured out that I could transcend my human condition and had thus worked toward it, I was already elevating above them and they were afraid of this.
Or perhaps it had do to with the fact that I was an apostle of mov, I never had the occasion to check which was the truth.
Shortly have my sister's birth, the birth of Ekatonexi, the residents of Village Magnifice experienced horror, my sister was quite similar to me.
I had been born with an aspect, extraordinary physic and mind, I won't say that I got where I am solely because of hard work, I am where I stand because I used my advantages to their full extent to elevate myself faster.
My sister did not enjoy an aspect at all, she simply had incredible psychic powers but was also incredibly sickly.
Her infant self acted on instinct, her powers were already sharp and overwhelming but she had no understanding of anything, she noticed aggressivity aimed toward her general direction, coming from the village.
As such, nightmares befell the inhabitants, people went on insane rampages or went in trances, where they would wander into the woods, where they would inevitably die from starvation or something else.
In just a few months, our family was all that remained, my parents had grown afraid, at the time, no one realised it was Eka that had done this, she was just a little baby afterall, even if there was a correlation between her birth and the events, it was never considered.
Me too, didn't consider it, I wasn't yet sharp to mind powers and at the time, my concentration could only be focused on a few subject at a time, the event of the village might have been intriguing but in the end, I decided that it wasn't a priority to investigate it.
What happened next didn't have anything to do with Eka or the village in any way, my mother suddenly fell ill and rapidly died without anyone being able to do anything, quickly thereafter, my father was unfocused and deeply saddened, he became despondent and made a mistake, he was crushed by a falling tree.
In just a few days, we had lost our parents, my mother's death hadn't reached the nearby town yet, neither had the events of the hidden village, it had all happened without anyone managing to speak of anything.
I was also the one to discover my father's body, as per usual, he had been alone, I buried both of their bodies at the foot of the tree of Village Magnifice and didn't inform anyone of anything that had happened.
My main priority was taking care and finding a way to effectively treat Eka, whatever plagued her was bizarre and even as I made great advancements in various fields, I could only push her mystery illness back and attenuate its effects.
I have spent most of my life aways reaching for a great height, a height only achievable by a human, I have fought harsh battles and gone through torturing processes to become stronger and yet, my greatest challenge will always be treating Eka.
Nowadays, she is much better although, she doesn't associate with anyone much other than me and developped a certain distrust of people and most particularly women.
At first, to be able to go away and make sure that Eka would be fine, I used necromancy to create undead minions capable of treating her the way I would and when I encountered my first wife, Malina, she took over the treating of my sister.
Eka wasn't too keen on that and might have blasted Malina with mind powers a few times but eventually, she gave up and let herself be taken care of by Malina.
Although, Malina is understandably still a bit worried about her.
'Excerpt From Ithelisemou's Never Published Autobiography (Version Without Patois)'