Sunrise

Chapter 1 of Project "Kerion"

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At some point in time on a continent called Xul'heroc in the kingdom of Nefaria I was born. Despite the fact doctors said with how bad my condition was I wouldn't survive even few months, decision was made to fight for my life. We succeeded. They told me only because I fought so hard I survived. I was named Kerion.

What made it even weirder was the fact I had strange signs on my hands. You know, when you burn something with metal in your skin it never fades completely. But, obviously, no such thing had happened to me then, therefore source of those remained unknown, but finding it was not our main concern at that point in time.

My health was in too bad condition to live in the city, so we moved. For the first few years I lived in the countryside. Then I was brought back to the city. I told them... I told them I wasn't ready. They didn't listen. I went through so many sicknesses until my body became strong enough.

Though it's often said broken bones are stronger once they are healed. Maybe there is some truth in this saying.

After my immunity was strengthened, my body took a blow. They made me train very much. Back then I had no say in that. And my body failed... I am not even sure if it failed me or them.

Either way, I had to be taken to a hospital. The operation was successful despite the odds of me dying being pretty high. Then again, it wasn't the first time something higher helped me survive. Finally for the first time they began to listen to me. Soon I recovered completely, but now I was in control of how much strain should be put on my mind and my body to develop it. However, I never became normal again ever after. Even if I thought I did.

Most people never realize how much their life is worth. For some reason they have a tendency in often cases to understand one's value only after they have it no longer. Only near death we tend to realize how much we want to live. The beginning of my life was not easy at all. I learnt the value of life earlier than most others. The question remained though - will I survive and how can I improve, possibly save my life?

Now that I think about it, my childhood was weird. I learnt the value of existence before I even began to speak fluently. But did I know? Did I know how weird my future was going to be?

Yet, hardships are created in our lives to improve us, to make us stronger. Because of them even the weakest ones have a chance to prove they are worth saving, that their lives... That their lives are worth living.

Had I proved it? Had I learnt how to live?

In the first day of school in first grade I realized I wasn't ready yet. But when it comes to decisions about school when has anyone taken in account the opinion of a six-year-old... After everything I had had to live through, my emotional and mental systems had yet to recover. I was simply not in control of them. Because of that I was unable to attend to school full-time for the first semester. Only then, when I had finally been 7 years old for few months was I actually ready. I was actually, finally, ready.

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I had survived so much in my first years of life, arguably more than some others in their whole life. No mortal should ever have to go through all I had to before even reaching the age of six. Something saved me, so I had to find a way to pay back. Good must be paid off with good. To everyone. Or so I thought.