Oh Sehun had always known he wasn't normal, it was never something that bothered him despite everyone in his village patronizing him for being different. To him, different meant special, it meant an opportunity to do something more with his life than what was offered to him. He saw his powers as a hope, a hope for something more. 

You see, Oh Sehun could control water, it was strange and magical but with just a thought and a few small movements, he could command the water to bend to his will. Many of the villagers condemned him and thought he could grow far too dangerous with such a strange power. Sehun saw things a bit differently, he felt as if he could do a lot of good. 

Although Sehun never saw his powers as a burden but rather as a gift, he felt burdened by it in other ways. Sehun simply did not know where his powers came from, he suspected it had to have come from something as magical and free flowing as the water itself but for all he knew it could have come from something entirely different. His parents were nowhere to be found, they had abandoned him when he was just a babe in some remote village that was rather run down. 

Sehun never did hate his parents for abandoning him, he held on to the idea and hope that his parents must have has some greater force to face and a reason for leaving him. He could only hope that they were still alive and that he could one day gain the pleasure of meeting them and listening to their story, his story. 

It was just a regular day for Sehun and he was sitting on the edge of the riverbank. The sun was shining down on his fair hair, a beautiful silvery white that said more about his strangeness that his hidden powers did, adding to his beauty. He let the water flow through his fingers, weaving in and out, not a drop left behind. He flicked his wrist and watched the water swirl up and around his head before gracefully falling back down, only to come to a standstill just above the water's edge. The water had collected into a bubble which Sehun commanded to move and take the form of a flower. 

The droplets quickly dispersed and changed shape, taking that of a rose instead. If it wasn't for the transparency of the water and the lack of colour, one would think that it was a real rose they were staring at. Sehun suspended the rose of water and made to grab at it. Surely enough, it was realistic enough that the thorns of water were extremely sharp and pricked at the tips of Sehun's hand. 

He let out a lighthearted laugh and ducked his hand under water before the beadlet's of blood could leak anywhere and dirty the grassy floor. The water took on a light ebbing from where Sehun's hand rested and skin stitched together to close the small wounds. Sehun let out a small giggle and said to himself, "I am most certainly meant for more than just staying in this village only to be seen as the strange boy forced upon them." 

Although Sehun was never mistreated per say by the villagers, they were never subtle in their glances and shakes of the head at him. He made up his mind right then and there that he was going to set out on a journey to find his purpose, perhaps his parents while he was at it. 

So Sehun returned to his small hut to pack his belongings for the beginning of an adventure. 

In that moment, unbeknownst to Sehun a scream rang in the air, not too far from where Sehun was and in the direction of where he was headed, Kim Jongin sat bruised and bloodied, the beginning and possibly the end of Sehun's adventure into the world.