Somewhere deep in an unnamed forest, there existed a small settlement where only those who were either exiled from society or those who chose to live far away from the prying eyes of others could live.
"Wakey Wakey sleepyhead~ It's time for breakfast~"
In a small, crudely made house, a young man barely 9 years old drowsily sat up on his bed and stretched his sluggish body.
A cool and refreshing morning breeze snuck through the nearby window and ruffled his already messed-up golden hair.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, the young man stood up, and his face shone with youth and energy as the warm morning sunlight passing through the window brightened up his mood.
His dark golden pupils shone with grace and beauty, captivating enough to make any woman's heart throb.
Despite being just a young child, the young man seemed to be radiating an aura of majesty and calmness.
Walking towards the front door of the crudely made house, the young man spoke in a calm voice.
