In a world of magic, elves, and dwarves. In a world full of mysteries, and wonders, a small boy was born to a poor family. At first he seemed like a normal, healthy boy, and he brought his parents great happiness, as he was their only child. Even if they weren’t wealthy, they spent a lot of time looking after him, and making sure that he had everything he wanted.

But everything changed in a short time...

“Don’t we have any more books? We should have some books. Are you sure that you can’t get me any books?” a one year child said, while looking at his parents.

Yeah, this child wasn’t normal. It isn’t normal for a child to start speaking fluently in the eighth month of their life, and it isn’t normal to read without any problems at the age of one. It was so abnormal, that his parents didn’t know what to do, because they were too poor to afford books, and the only one they had, was given to them by a distant relative many years ago… They didn’t want to disappoint their only son.

Even if he was just a one year old baby, now sitting on the wooden floor of their house.

As the time passed, the boy learned, and learned some more. At the age of ten, he would speak six languages fluently, and use even hard math without any problems. Of course, his parents didn’t teach him that, but the scholar, that lived in the city.

From time to time he would come by to his house, just to talk with him. He was old, but for some reason he didn’t mind going out of his way, just to meet this boy, and bring him things to read.

The time passed like this, and the boy continued his studies under the scholar. He didn’t have many friends, because he would rather spend his time with books, but it’s not like he had problems with it.

Yeah, he was an introverted, but a really smart boy. His looks weren’t that bad either, but his strength was lacking a lot. Maybe because he didn’t move a lot, or maybe because all his talent went into his brain, but his body wasn’t made for physical work.

Years went by, and his fifteenth birthday was coming. It’s an important day for people in this world, because at this age they receive a “table”. Who knows why, but everyone has it, and it shows the talents of the person who has it.

“Your fifteenth birthday is coming, do you want anything? You know that me, and your father aren’t really rich, but you deserve…” they boy didn’t let his mother finish her words, as he looked at her with kind eyes.

“There is nothing I want. I could live like this for the rest of my life. I like it even if we are poor, so don’t worry about the things like this.” he said, and his mother smiled at him widely.

“We really have such a smart son.”

The words of his mother were true. They had a truly smart son. Who knows, he could be the most intelligent person in this world. It was weird, that normal people like this, had such a splendid son, but accidents happen all the time.

“Tomorrow is my fifteenth birthday…” the boy said, when he got to his room. He was lying on his bed, and looking at ceiling.

“If I can have a wish, then I want those peaceful days to never end…” he said, and smiled. After that he went to sleep.

This night he had a weird dream. In it, he saw a familiar person, standing near the road. Cars were riding on it, and the person that he saw, was now waiting for the light to change.

“Hey… Wait… I know this person…” the boy said in his dream, as he looked at the man being hit by the truck, while helping a little girl.

“N-No… It can’t be… It can’t be!” he shouted, and woke up from his dream.

“I like it even if we are poor?! I can live like this?! Were they making fun of me!? I... “ he said with anger, as the memories of his past life returned to him.

One memory was a really painful one. A memory of a girl that took his easy life away from him, leaving him to live as a peasant. And she did it with only a roll of a die…

Name: Matthew Redsteel STRENGTH 24/10000 INTELLIGENCE 10000/10000 DEXTERITY 50/10000 LUCK 24/10000 CHARISMA 29/10000 ENDURANCE 20/10000

SKILLS

Great Knowledge - can be used in various situations, from talking, to fighting.

CLASS: NO CLASS