Time had passed, he was now approching his second birthday.
He learned to walk before his first birthday. He was extremely active and eager to build strength and independence quickly.
Being unable to feed or clean himself had been unpleasant, to say the least, so he was glad when he was able to perform these tasks independently.
Learning Low Gothic was not as difficult as he had expected.
He did not know if this was because he was young or thanks to his psychic abilities.
Speaking of which, after almost two years of daily training, he had made good progress.
However, he limited his use of power for fear of being discovered: he never used it for more than ten seconds at a time, always allowing at least five minutes' rest afterwards. He was still paranoid about being arrested one day and either executed or enslaved.
But so far, so good, and he was enjoying the feeling of his power growing.
It was his telepathy discipline that had grown the more as he felt it's use emetting the least amount of psychic energy in his surroundings.
He had continued in his practice of tempering his psychic shield.
He grew strong enough now to read others people thoughts.
He did not try to interact with other mind of his own fearfull of not having enough control over his powers and affecting them in a way that would result of him being found out.
So he focused more on his telekenesis and biomancy.
He did not used his psychic abilites on anything other than himself minimising the risk of being found out.
He was training both of the discipline at the same time.
He achieved this by creating a pulling or pushing force with his telekinesis, which he resisted with his body. As his body became tired from the effort, he used his psychic energy to manipulate his bio matter, thus training his biomancy.
Other time he would focus only on one the two discipline.
He would try to support his body only through telekinesis.
He started with one limb at a time and little by little he had succeeded and standing upright through psychic strenght alone.
The next step was to obviously elevate himself up and levitate until reaching everyone's dream of flying.
That was the goal he had set up for now. Not that he would ever be able to acutally fly without being called an heretic and burned on a pyke but a man could dream.
When he practised biomancy alone, he found it more challenging to use effectively.
However, he discovered that visualising his psychic energy as a nurturing liquid that either washed away fatigue or nourished his body, making it stronger, denser and more resilient, enabled him to surpass his previous limits.
He was happy with his new life and how things were progressing. As the eldest son of a well-established noble family, he had everything he could want.
Free from his parents, whom he rarely saw, he had servants to take care of his every need and provide him with sumptuous food every day.
He even had a younger brother now.
In fact, his quality of life was even better than it had been in his previous life, and things were going so well that sometimes he doubted whether he was truly in the same Warhammer universe. It felt surreal.
This is why he was surprised when a priest came to his door in the early morning on his second birthday.
His first reaction was panic, as he thought the Inquisition had finally caught up with him. However, the priest was alone, and he could see both his parents with him. In this situation, it was not the Inquisition coming to arrest a potential psyker, so his presence was a mystery.
Once the servants had dressed him in the most luxurious clothes available, he was taken to see the priest. Everyone knelt and prayed with him as he began to pray. When he had finished, my father brought me to the priest, as it was clear that I was the reason for this religious rite.
The priest placed both his hands on my head as if to bless me, speaking of the emperor's grace. He finished the ritual by anointing me.
Although it was confusing at first, I thought it must have been a private baptism. That's why i did not understand why instead of a celebatory meal or the priest leaving or me going back to my room. We all seemed to be going towards somewhere else.
Since I was never permitted to leave my room or the dining hall, I had no idea where we were heading. It was only when the lift doors opened that I realised that things were far from normal.
Were we going to a church for more ceremonies?
We were part of a procession, with people cheering us on and some kneeling in prayer as we passed by.
My parents had looks of profound pride on their faces, and they responded with polite thanks to the nobles who congratulated them sincerely.
Several hours into we began the procession, I realised where this pilgrimage was taking us.
The outline of a huge palace began to appear in the distance.
Was what I was thinking about really about happening?
I started to feel excited and full of anticipation. If it really was where I thought it was, nothing could make me happier.
As we continued marching forward, I saw him.
A Custodes — a demigod who forever protects the Imperial Palace — a giant clad in golden armour.
A row of them, immovable, scrutinising your every move.
Our march finally ended at the vast palace doors. The vast squarre we were in was fully packed. Probably tens of thousands were present at this moment it was not long after that the doors of the palace oppened.
Before the gate closed, hundreds of ordinary people accompanied by custodes emerged from it. Then a priest stepped forward. As his amplified voice echoed across the plaza, everyone knelt in religious fervour and listened devoutly to his sermon.
When he finally finished his seemingly never-ending religious zealotry speech, I realised that I had tuned out completely.
My attention was recaptured when, after a brief silence, the priest said, "Come forward and be honored to answer your Emperor's call."