Only one copy of this report exists.
Not to be duplicated. Not to be archived.
Subject: Henry Evan Godfrey
Current Age: Four
Classification: Active anomaly
Status: Alive
Casualty rate during winter famine: 62% lower than expected within Godfrey's Cross.
Investigative cause:
- Early poultry infrastructure
- Large-scale egg and protein stockpiling
- Controlled distribution of grain and cooked meals to outer districts
All funded by subject's soap trade.
Subject has launched multiple commercial ventures. Items include:
- Saponified cleansing products
- Tooth care sets, brush and powders
Public response: overwhelmingly positive.
Cultural hygiene shift initiated within three weeks.
A lord's son, playing merchant.
And yet… succeeding.
Observation from rooftop, west sector, four nights ago:
The boy handed two pouches of coin to a local inn's owner.
"No names," he said. "Just food. And keep the lines short. Be sure kids out there well fed."
He smiled.
Not the kind they taught us to fake.
Not the grin of politics, or victory, or manipulation.
Just… warm.
That smile should not exist on someone like him.
I recall a hallway.
Thirty seven steps from door to desk.
Thirty seven breaths held in silence.
When you spoke out of turn, you didn't eat.
When you disobeyed, you were not punished.
You were erased.
And now this boy, this child, spins fire with his hands, cleans teeth for a living, and gives away food in the dead of winter.
Not for power.
Not for praise.
Just because he can.
Two days ago, a civilian thief was burned to ash in less than a second.
Spell origin: unconfirmed.
Magical affinity: fire.
Observed temperature thresholds exceed known incineration levels.
No residue. No clothing. No bones.
Just ash.
The caster showed signs of distress post incident. Subject displayed psychological disruption, followed by recovery within a 12 hour cycle. This pattern, regret followed by adaptation is consistent with previous behavioral shifts.
Conclusion: resilience is increasing.
Moral boundaries: inconsistent.
Threat index: pending reassessment.
This is not what I was trained to understand.
I was taught how to kill.
How to vanish.
How to lie.
But I was never taught what to do…
when someone like him appears.
End of report.
Pending classification review.
Further orders await from ThePlanner.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
"Isolde," came the voice. "They're waiting."
She closed her eyes.
"I'm coming..."
The ink was still wet.
She hadn't folded the report.
Hadn't sealed it.
Not yet.