"I am sorry to say this, but your daughter might not live past the age of sixteen."
Those were the first words I remembered hearing as a kid.
Though I was but a child, barely able to speak in full sentences, it didn't take long for me to understand the predicament I had put my family in.
I had a disease that was unnamed at the time, and remains unnamed to this day, for I was the only one in the entire history of the world to be born with it.
It was a condition that forced my body to store excess mana from my surroundings, acting like a bottomless vessel with no way to release it like others could. My body was a dam constantly on the verge of bursting.
At first, my father discovered a way to use this issue as a new method of hunting to catch food for our village.
Since we lived far away from society, tucked behind the mountains, it was far harder for us to acquire the resources regular people could get so easily.
