Chapter 1: Not a prologue

This story has no aim.

It has no particular goal to look forward to.

There is no light after the tunnel.

No demon king to beat.

No motivation to reach the apex of strength.

This story simply drifts, going to whatever destination it sees fit.

Nonetheless, this story has a beginning.

And it begins with the birth of a boy of no renown.

There is nothing special with this birth.

No star to guide wise men to him.

No heavenly signs to welcome his entrance to the mortal realm.

There is nothing special about the boy either.

He has no previous memories to rely on.

Nor special powers to cheat through life.

And even as he grew up, one cannot see anything outstanding about him.

He doesn’t show any extraordinary talent about one thing.

Nor is he extraordinarily putting effort into another thing.

He is the very definition of average.

Yes, even his features were average.

If you place him in a crowd, you wouldn’t even notice his face.

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Yet it wasn’t so bad that his face was forgettable, as that in and of itself would make him special.

Which he isn’t.

And so, this boy grew into a young man.

Nothing really stood out within those years.

He got taller, but he wasn’t the tallest.

He got a bit rounder, but not to the point of being fat.

He got to learn his father’s trade of tailoring, and while one can’t call him talented at it, years of experience under his father’s tutelage assures him some form of modest competence, at the very least.

He learned a little bit of reading and writing from the local parish, as all young men his age did.

And now, his father got him engaged with the neighboring town’s seamstress, who seems to be his father’s senior during his time as apprentice.

It was the very definition of an ordinary life.

Even so, he dreamt of doing something extraordinary.

He dreamt of living in extraordinary circumstances, with extraordinary talents to back him, and extraordinary powers to overcome extraordinary dangers.

Just like any ordinary man once did.

And just like any ordinary man, the young man knew, deep within his heart of hearts, that such extraordinary events would not happen to him.

“But surely I’m allowed such modest fantasies, am I not,” spoke the young man to no one in particular.

And with a shrug, the young man indulged himself in flights of fantasy.

Fortunately, it was 2 candles after sunset.

No work to be done, for it was too dark to sew even under candlelight, nor are there any chores on queue, for everything, from taking a bath, eating supper, and washing dishes, were finished before the first candle after sunset.

So, as he waited for his hair to dry, the young man let his mind wander to strange places.

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