It's been two years and seven months since I was born as Artorius.
Living in the Manor, I've learned many new things of interest. Unbeknownst to my family, I've gathered up quite a few books from the moderately furnished bookshelf from my Mother's study.
How you ask? I found out where Mother's study was; The second floor, west wing. Quite near my bedroom.
I spent two months learning the routes of this Manor. I've explored almost every hallway except the basement, the third floor, and the East Wing of the Manor, where the Cathedral is located.
We've been there two times since I was born. First two days after I was born, to supposedly attain me a blessing. It's believed here that the third child is supposed to be a divine messenger of the Ten Heaven Sovereigns.
(A group of ten Divine Generals of what they call the 'Star Incarnation Realm'.)
This past year compared to my first year has been the most knowledgeable. I've discovered more. Learnt more.
Allow me to boast.
From the six books I've 'borrowed' from Mother, one of them is about the various languages and religions of this world. It's a thick, five-hundred and seventy three page book. It's cover is made of darkwood, carefully trimmed with gold sheets and peels. The pages are made of this rough, off-white sandy paper. I'm still not familiar with the natural resources of this world. The book is titled 'Anigua's Textbook of Mortals'. Quite a mysterious yet intriguing name.
The book is a carefully handwritten book in the general language of the humans, which is the 'Language of Humaria Apostis'.
I believe this is the widely accepted language around in this continent. About what continent we live in, I'll get to that part during my Geography ramblings. Also, because I haven't been really read anything else except this book and another book about the Mythology of this world. I should probably take a break though. I've been researching for two consecutive hours now.
"Hm… It's really interesting how deep the history goes.." I muttered to myself. My voice, a light squeaky baby voice.
I've gotten used to my tongue and can control my body very well. Walking is subconscious now.
I intend to make this life the most productive one I live. I wasted my first chance, I won't waste this second chance.
I looked around for a while, hopping of my tall brown chair, a few feet taller than me. I stretched myself as I looked around my room. It was a well-decorated room like those that you'd only find in those Victorian fantasy novels. Navy blue painted walls of my room, with white linings on the edges of the walls.
The layout of my room went like this; First came my door, a slightly large door, very large for little me though. Then in front of the door, to the wall parallel to it, there was a drawer–similar to an European drawer from the early years of the 1900s– with five sliding spaces in it for storage, kept in the right-most corner of the room.
I mostly kept my scrapped or useless manuscripts of me practicing my writing, trying to get used to utilising my hand and fingers.
Then, on the same parallel wall, to the left of it was a large window extending almost till the ceiling with white wood framings and red velvet curtains. The view outside was of the never-ending green pastures, the fading silhouettes of Mountains faraway and small distant buildings of a town was visible.
This Kingdom that we live in feels really similar to my world's Switzerland, but more flat, less steep and mountainous.
Beside the window, to the very far left of the room was yet another window, but much more wide–in a square shape–with the same framings and the same velvet curtains. Below the windows was another drawer, with a round jellyfish-like peach lamp on it and a small pocket-sized book on it. One of the 'borrowed' books containing the stories about the various Mythologies.
Beside the table was my grand royal-like bed, with a covering on the top of it and translucent cyan curtains folded around it. Instead of the usual rectangular beds, my bed was round. Numerous pillows were on it of various shapes.
Beside the bed, on the same wall as the door to my room was my study desk. A large, dark brown round-edged desk covered with small bottles of ink–some circular and some cubical–and a small pen-holder containing metal-crafted ink pens
which are surprisingly light.
Lastly, to the wall opposite to my bed, has the large wardrobe containing my lavish aristocratic clothes and accessories. I'm quite serious about fashion, though the choices are pretty limited for two year olds.
My room is very large. Large enough to comfortably hold around twenty people in it.
Just as I was done stretching, I went back to learning more about the language and practicing my writing.
I took a pen, dipped it in dark green ink, and started writing sentences with as little grammatical mistakes as humanely possible. Though, my tried to be perfect were failing almost everytime due to the fragility of my small baby fingers.
The way the language of Humaria Apostis was written was very similar to Russian, with a cursive touch to it and more round, soft-looping characters. I found the alphabets easy to learn since, individually, they were very close to German words, my second language except English.
I'll need to keep in touch with writing to improve further on. I wonder what my parents would think if they saw their two year old son writing almost-perfect Humaria Apostis.
Well, I'll better get to it. I need to finish off this page and the next today.
I was using the language book of Anigua's pages as reference to write sentences. It has been going very well so far.
I'll need to continue my mythological studies after this. It's so tiring to study, but I somehow get more into it as I move forward.
Is this what people felt like going to school?
I continued writing, the scratchy sound of my pen moving on the large loose page swiftly.
Clatter
I heard a window slightly shaking, as if someone was putting force on it. It came from somewhere outside my window. I looked back, staring at the window opposite to my room's door.
It's probably nothing, just the wind..
I went back to studying, ignorant of the little creature hiding behind a pot kept near the window, staring at me intently