1 Prologue

"BAM" A young boy on the age of 9 received a fierce jab to his chin and fell backwards, stumbling into a chair on his way. He spit blood on the ground as his hair covered his wet eyes.

The sweat was dancing down his marked face, and he was shuddering by the thought of this going on for any longer, yet he refused to give the bullies the satisfaction of him pleading for them to stop.

"Who are you gonna tell? Your mother? HAHA, even she left you by the door to an orphanage!" The taller one of the assailants towered over the shivering victim as he spit down in his shoulder-length snowy white hair. Laughter followed by the onlookers and the other bullies, you could even hear clicks of knuckles meeting each other, almost as if people were celebrating him finally going ass to the floor.

'Why would they do this to me right before my birthday...' He thought again and again, unable to come up with any proper answer. He glared around the room and spotted a girl with long golden hair standing in the doorway. She was biting her lips in frustration, not being able to stop this assault was obviously sickening her. All she could do was to wish for him to get out of there as safe as possible.

Yet time was not on their side and as the boy grabbed the chair, trying to pull himself up with trembling and unsteady hands, but he encountered yet another vicious kick hitting him in the side, making him bolt straight into the wall. "Just stay down already." A bulky boy said as he grabbed the boy's shoulders and gave him a high knee in the stomach. "I don't know why, but hurting you is so much fun!" He yelled as he finished the beating off with a full swing of his massive arm, landing it right into his ribs.

Multiple snap sounds were heard and people cringed their faces as they felt a sting of pity for the completely bloodied boy. He was fighting to keep fresh air in his lungs, but his consciousness kept fading in and out of existence. He could hear steps rushing straight towards him and forced himself to look whoever wanted to finish him dead in the eyes before going out. Yet the sight that welcomed him was no other than the girl he had grown up with and learned to care for frighteningly much. She caressed his bruised chin and tears were patrolling down her petite face as she said, "Why do you always end up like this, why can you never let me take a battle myself?".

Arm in arm they stumbled out of the room, leaving the bullies and taunting chuckles behind them, going straight back to the orphanage.

The injured boy was heavily panting and had wide-open eyes, and the immense pain had obviously traumatized him. One rock at the wrong place was all it took for the duo to lose balance and fall headfirst to the ground. The girl however was quick on her feet and shook the now motionless body, screaming for something to happen.

But all that happened was his mind fading out of time and space, and suddenly all went black.

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[9 years ago]

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A dimly lit house was releasing chattering sounds in the middle of a village. Snow covered the house like a smooth blanket, and you could see the dripping icicles forming from the edge of the roof. There was a wholesome vibe inside the small building, and you could easily hear kids and toddlers playing all kinds of games with each other.

But a faint shadow carrying a basket rushed by the lit window and stopped in its tracks in front of the door. It looked like the hooded person was whispering their last goodbyes as they gently put down the object and took a deep breath before banging loudly on the old wooden door. And just as quickly as the shape had appeared, it vanished again.

A silence fell upon the house by the unexpected knocking and quickly after a nun stood in the entrance with confusion drawn all over her face. She was about to close it again, but just then one of the children pulled her trousers. "Why are you closing the door, Sister Maria? There is a basket on the ground," The young girl said with a slight lisp because of her missing front tooth. She had shoulder-length golden hair and an adorable face.

The nun picked up the basket with her soft hands and discovered a small baby inside glaring at her with big blue eyes; the baby stretched its hand out to the nun and squeezed her finger while muttering baby sounds.

"This is the second baby left by the door of the orphanage this year." She sighed while turning around and comforting the baby meanwhile. "Father David, we have yet another cast away..." The small girl with golden hair expressed sadly to a priest sitting in a chair with a child on each lap. He looked up at her almost speechless, until he let out a sigh and looked at the ground in utter exhaustion. After ten seconds pause he finally responded, "This is gods' house after all, where would all these lost souls go if not here?" It seemed he had found some sort of positiveness in all this as he welcomed the new child into his house.

The 4 other children were all over the unknown new infant, and at the side of the baby was a letter left by whoever abandoned the baby. "Sister Maria, we found this letter in the basket" A polite young kid confronted the woman and stretched out his hand, offering her the letter.

'Hello dear orphanage.

I am terribly sorry for leaving this child to you with no sort of payment. But I cannot take care of my son at the moment. His name is up to you to decide.

I sincerely hope you will take him in as one of your own, and that he will be no inconvenience.

- From a friend.'

It wasn't as if the letter explained anything important except the unnamed infant. She looked around at each of the kids before saying anything. The golden-haired girl from earlier looked at the letter with interest, yet kept herself from asking about it simply out of good manners.

Sister Maria sighed and felt the tiredness finally overwhelm her. She had done all her duties and watched over the kids the entire day after all. "Alright little ones, to bed it is" she said not wanting to deal with all the curious children for the moment.

The kids looked at each other, clearly not happy with not being able to finish the games they had started, but neither did they protest. You could hear their small but many footsteps running up the stairs, competing to see who could get there first.

The nun looked at Father David bewildered by thoughts and emotions "I feel something different in this child". She said hesitantly, denying eye contact with him.

"Your ability is weird, Sister, but I believe you." The priest glared at her with smiling eyes, then looked back at the child in the basket. He felt a sudden thought pop up in his mind and without noticing it he had already muttered it out loud. "Arthur".

Sister Maria looked at him flustered, unsure why he had said so

"He will be called Arthur" The priest looked up, determined as if god himself had spoken to him.

"I guess he could be an Arthur..." The baby's ever glowing blue eyes almost hypnotized Maria.

As the two church folk kept chattering long into the frosty wild night, they felt a connection with the infant that they just couldn't describe or let go. But little did they know, they were not the only ones watching the scene in the orphanage. Far above the cloudy skies and even further into nothingness, you would find the gods of everything all directing their attention to the small building because this was where the story about The Godsent began.