𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟♔ 𝚇 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟸. ✶

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It had been almost 7 months since that dreadful day, and not once was Artemis able to see his father. The pillar of support that he was meant to have during this time of sorrow left him unstable and shaken.

Yes, of course, he had Cecilia by his side, but that still wasn't enough to make up for the hole left in his heart.

You see, parental love is a different type of love from the love you receive from someone else; the feeling can never be replicated, at least not in Artemis' case.

'Papa I miss you.'

'I wish everything could go back to how it was.'

After a long and dreary 7 months, Artemis was frustrated and disappointed with his father's lack of reaction. He would never forgive or forget when his father viciously called him an annoyance, it would forever haunt his mind. But he still held out hope that his father and he would soon reconcile.

Little did he know that would be his downfall in the future.

Artemis was a year old with quite a bit of spare time, as he no longer had meetings with his father, and so, just like any child his age, he was given beautiful handcrafted toys to play with. Each toy is made from such exquisite materials that many could only dream of holding one in their hands.

Artemis was also able to, within this time period, master that art of walking. Yes, you heard correctly walking.

Despite falling on his face, and getting many smashed noses from hitting his face against the ground multiple times, he never gave up and continued to persist and now, he was left with the excellent skill of walking.

This skill comes in handy on multiple occasions.

He no longer had to wait for one of the maids to pick him up and take him somewhere; he was able to do this all by himself.

Oh, how he wished he could show his parents how much he had developed.

'What should I do today?'

'Should I go to the library?'

'Maybe, maybe I should.'

After contemplating for a while he made his decision to go to the library.

Artemis had still not fully grasped the language the Obelians wrote in he was not very proficient in writing just yet, besides the basics, of course. He was able to write basic words and spell out some complicated ones, but he was far more interested in the history of how the empire truly came to be.

But there was also another reason he was desperate to go, that was to learn magic.

And so, with the intent of learning a bit more about the language and history of the empire as well as a bit about magic, he began to waddle his way to the knowledge-filled library. It was like his second home in his last life; you would not be surprised if he had magically begun to hate it, but how could he help it? It was the only place that brought comfort to him in his times of need and acted like an escape for him.