Chapter 1: Birth
It was a crisp February morning, the coldest day yet that winter. This cold brought a very sickly, deathly feeling that hung stagnant in the air, as if all were fated to disintegrate right then and there. Suddenly, a bright shaft of light appeared, illuminating a small child. Curious villagers went to discover such a strange occurrence only to find a small child, with no mother in sight. This, they presumed, must be something truly divine, surely some sort of angel or deity. However, they could not be further from the truth; this child was no god, rather it was the exact opposite, a beast who's soul was believed to come from the very pits of hell. All fought for possession of this child, but even when they came near it, they were much to scared to so much as touch this supposedly divine figure. He was left there on the cold ground, a smile gracing his face.
Years passed...
He grew into a normal boy, nothing strange except his appearance. His teeth had become sharper, and gray; his eyes, once bespectacled, now with perfect vision; and his fingers had become thin and wiry. This they believed was all coincidence as many of these spectacular occurrences can, in fact, be found among humans. Even when his hair began to turn white at the age of twelve, no one had any second thoughts about it. All he was, was Lophin, a member of the village hidden in the leaf.