Null (independent story)

Note: check out the enderman creepypasta, this is a prequel: ENDERMAN
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== VOLUME 1: LEAN: ==
CHAPTER ONE
A PERFECT KID
I remember my childhood very well due to the fact that my family was the best. My father was a fletcher, my mother, a priest and sorcerer. I used to spend all day playing hide and seek with my little brother, sometimes we even played with other kids. My brother was called Arthur, and I am Lean. I used to get up early in the morning when my parents went to work; then, we started playing. I remember one day when Arthur ran into a Golem, who gave him a little poppy. He took it with enthusiasm, and kept it with joy.
Arthur was, in all ways, the perfect kid. He helped my parents with their labours, he never disobeyed, and he loved us. He even helped our neighbours, like Mr. Teeran, to work— make armour, harvest fruit...— so cheerful, always with sympathy. He never did anything bad. In school, he always did his homework. He went to bed at eight o'clock every day. 
We lived in a big village, we were around 70 villagers. At twelve o'clock, adults always talked about adulthood and discussed politics; we often spied, but never understood. 
Our house had two floors: the first one was a single room. It had some white carpets, chairs and a desk. The second floor, which was half as big, only had our beds. It had also a balcony.
In the centre of the village there was a water well. This is where the reunions occurred. There were several houses, expanding the streets in a T—shape. More streets came out of the greater ones, leaving a full town.
It was at the age of 12 when I started getting interested in chemistry, as my mother taught me some of the basics, just in case I came across chemical problems at school. I decided to be priest and scientific when I was 15. My mother and I made potions all day; I learned fast since I finished school. My father liked the idea of me studying, but disliked that I never learned fletching. He started giving lessons to Arthur, who was 10 at the time.
One normal day of October, I was with my mother experimenting with potions. 'Darling, what ingredients are you using?' asked her. 'Spider eye and Nether Wart' was my response. 'Are you trying to make a new potion?' said she. I answered yes. She exclaimed that I was going to screw up, but I ignored her advices and created a green fluid. When it was finished, I ran to a pig and made it drink the potion. It then started dying, and I concluded that I had created poison. My mother made a splash poison. We tested it, and it was successful. The new spread all over the village in less than an hour. It was the subject of the reunion; everyone talked about it. I was embraced with joy; the first time I succeeded in something. I never hit a high mark in any of my school exams. 
Since then, I studied how to make new potions. I was successful in most of them: regeneration, instant damage, etc.. However, as my brain isn't perfect, I struggled sometimes. I then started working on a transformation recipe, being inspired by strength potions. 
My transformation recipe was yet undecided; whether it should be a double strength or a double speed one, so I started with no idea of what should award me—a fatal error. I mixed up blaze powder with a Nether Wart, then I added a golden carrot. When I finished mixing, I left it repose a couple days.
During this time, I worked in other potions. At some point, my mother asked me about the potion I had created. 'I don't even know its purpose' was my response. She then said 'Then why did you make it?' I stayed silent as I did not know what to answer. She then left.
A few hours later, my brother Arthur came in. He saw the potion and asked what was it before almost drinking it. I stopped him. 'What?' said he. As he was 10, he seemed not to understand the dangers of unknown potions; so I gave him a regeneration one. He took it with pleasure; but an immense desire to try the unknown potion grew inside him. 
It was a dreadful night of October when I tested the unknown potion. I was very cautious with it, as I did not know how dangerous or not it was; I did not imagine by far what was going to cause. 
My mother and I went to a pig, and we made it drink it; however it did not make immediate effect. Just to prevent, we locked it down in a dungeon.
The following day I had to go on a trip; my mother, however, did not come. She stayed with Arthur. I told her to inform me about the pig everyday by letter. 'Of course' she answered.
The first day I traded with a wandering trader crossing some plains. I then received a letter from my mom:
'My dearest son, our patient is presenting aggressive behaviour. Its eyes were completely white; white of evil. Good luck it's locked down. I love you,
                                                                                                      MOM
I was pretty much tense: I had created a harmful potion. But I continued to travel.
The second day, I encountered a village and traded some items. I stayed there until midday, when I received a second letter.
'Son, the pig's skin has turned dark. It tries to bit us. It is also growing. The rest is OK.
MOM
I was worried, I confess, but what am I even supposed to do? I wrote back:
'Mom, do not worry. I'll be there in a week. I am trading much. Love,
LEAN
It was the third letter—which I received the third day—the one that encouraged me to cancel my trip.
'The subject is now standing up like a human. We fear. Still aggressive.
MOM 
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