Chapter 1

  Nnnh..

  Hmm?

  MMMHHH?!

  “Son da ion!” A lady’s voice screamed, followed by a celebrative howl by whoever was inside the same room.

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  What the hell is happening right now.

  The first thing I heard were a group of unfamiliar voices upon gaining conciousness.

  Wait a minute.

  I can’t open my eyes?!

  “Waya! Faat! Delia san ion naa suushu!”

  “Bles ssio?!”

  What the hell are the saying?! It’s not in English!

  As I was in the middle of shock, I felt that the lady handed “me” to another lady.

  Uh oh, she feels scary.

  Before I even realized it, the lady slapped my face, hard. The change of events were too sudden for me to have a proper reaction. So I just started to think about all the bad things I did in my life to deserve this. This had to be a nightmare.

  Yeah, a nightmare. I’ll wake up soon. I’m sure of it.

  Then she landed another slap.

  It was the strongest.

  No woman had ever slapped me that hard, it made me cry in pain.

  “Fon da wayu! Sin ne!

  “Sol sol!”

  I felt kisses on my face, it made me shiver.

  Then I was bathed. Hands rubbed my body with wet cloth.

  This… is too real to be a dream.

  I’m unable to see. Have I gone blind? What kind of people are in here?

  I’m scared.

  Terrified.

  Someone please help me.

  Then, I was handed once again to another pair of hands.

  “Sor ei wa. Re ion.”

  A deep male voice spoke. It was the gentlest. It made me feel a sense of solace. One I've never felt before.

  I was then wrapped with warm cloth.

  I’m tired from all of this.

  I was just an ordinary and lonely old man. 44 years old. Not yet married.

  I remember going home from work after a tired day of handling corpses. Undertaker. Not my cup of tea.

  Then after work, I went for a little drink in a small bar. I can’t remember what happened next. I wonder how much I drunked? But I was sure somebody came up to me. I wonder.

  Then I got out of the bar. This much I remember. Feeling a little bit drowsy, I continued my way home. I got on my penny farthing. My worn out bicycle. I should have gotten a new one, people were looking at me with pity. Yes, my life is pitiful. I don’t want anyone knowing though.

  My father died when I was two years old. My sickly mother was left to fend me and my sisters all alone. She died when I turned five.

  I don’t really remember her face, but I’m sure it was beautiful.

  She’s in heaven right now, watching out for me. I’m sure of it.

  We had no relatives, I suppose. I assumed that was why we were put into an orphanage. My sisters were adopted sooner than I was. They went without remembering how I look like. I wonder how they’re doing? They were still toddlers when they got adopted. They should be about just past their 30s by now.

  I got off my bike to fix the broken chains. Damn that bicycle.

  I wasn’t sure where I stopped, but now that I think about it, it must’ve been a road.

  Then I saw two headlights, coming straight at me. I thought, maybe my time was up? I was drunk so I wasn’t thinking very straight. The driver was asleep. It was midnight after all. I can understand his feeling.

  Then everything went dark.

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  Then it hit me.

  Ah.

  I died.

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  Hi.

  It’s me again.

  It’s been two years since I was born.

  And 47 years in the ‘my’ world.

  Yes, that’s right.

  This place is an entirely different universe.

  Right now, I’m reading a book about the history of this place.

  A two year old reading a book in an entirely different language?

  It’s laughable.

  But don’t forget that I have the mind of an old man.

  It seems this world is called “Ferudye”, which, in our language means the eclipse. This place is like the fantasy worlds you read in teenage novels.

  They have witches, wizards, demons, gods, angels, warriors, monster, magic academies, sword academies. All of those exist here.

  Baffled? I already accepted that fact years ago. Or to be more specific, 2 years. I have completely come to terms with it today.

  I have been living in a mansion, or should I say, castle? It seems like my father is the King. That makes my mother the Queen, and me, a prince.

  Haha.

  But I’m the third prince. I have two older brothers and two little sisters who got born yesterday.

  The eldest is named Rowan. He is 18 years old this year. The boy is very kind and polite. He always comes to my room to play with me. Very skilled in magic, a little bit clumsy though. He tells me he has a girlfriend, but he hasn’t told our parents yet. Appearance wise, he has light brown hair and green eyes. His body is what I call athletic. He is also very good-looking like my father. His kind and gentle demeanor has won the hearts of all the maids in this castle. Right now, he is schooling at Fachedein Magic Academy. Which is a very prestigious magic academy. Almost like Harvard University in the real world.

  The second eldest is named Rolan. He’s 16 years old this year. The youth is a very, *sigh* violent person. He would come to my room to play but in a wrong way. I can’t recall how many times he dropped me on the hard ground. Very good in sword fighting. Appearance wise, he has darker blonde hair and green eyes. His body is well built and is also very handsome. It seems like he has trouble controlling his anger, and always get into fights with Rowan. Right now, he is studying at Jabberluck Sword Academy. Also very prestigious.

  I guess my brothers are all goddamn talented.

  The eldest sister is named Fione. A newborn. Can’t tell what she looks like yet. A potato maybe?

  Her twin is called Flarine. Also a newborn. Looks the same.

  My name here is Roah Philemon. Philemon is my family’s proud name. I am blessed with light blonde hair and big eyes. Which is cute to people. Cute, that is how I would like to describe myself in a nutshell. My lips have a natural curve to them. So it looks like I am always smiling though I’m not. Green eyes run in my family so it was only natural for me to have them too. I have very pale skin, unlike my brothers.

  I’ve never dreamed of being this cute. Not even once. It the real world, I just looked like an old man. That is why I’m still single. No woman found me attractive.

  My family is very high class. Heck, they rule this country. Heglolia of the East, that’s what they call it.

  I’m still thinking about how I got here. I have been doing a lot of secret researches lately. Since I can now walk with my two legs.

  Life here hasn’t been so bad. I’ve been happier even.

  But I still want to go back.

  Hello and thank you for taking the time to read. This, as you already know, is another reincarnation story. Please comment what you think of it so I can make it better! Peace.