On a night that was no different than any other, thirteen shooting stars fell throughout the world. Almost all of them fell in unreachable places such as dungeons and volcanoes, but one was different from the rest. Decimating a small village, the flaming hunk of mass killed hundreds.

Out of the entire village, there was but one survivor. A baby with white and light blue hair and light blue eyes to match lie in the debris. The seemingly new born baby, with no family to help him, could only sit and wail as it squirmed around on top of sharp glass and splintered wood, surrounded by brilliant blue flames.

This baby did not belong to this village, as a matter of fact it did not even belong to this world.

Follow this age progression story of an emotionless and clueless child as he learns about the world he lives in and ventures out for an even greater and more daunting task.

(NOTE: Hey hey, since i'm not very experienced in writing, make sure to leave notes for me as you read! Either tell me what you think of the story or correct any spelling or grammar errors. Even if you are reading it long after it came out, still leave corrections so I can fix them for the next guy, I wont take offense. Thanks!)