I leave aside the thought of reincarnating in another world and start to concentrate on the figures in the room, beyond my father and mother there were two other figure, one seemed to be a doctor judging by his garments, and the other is a little girl gazing at me while grimacing, maybe she was angry because she will not be the only child now that I born.
I start to examine the woman that gave birth to me, she is ceirtainly attractive, but that could be just the result of my blurred vision. She had unique red hair, they are even more red than roses, and hazelnut eyes, which I would characterize as more accurately as pretty than glamorous beauty. Her magnifique eyelashes and perky nose caught my attention and made me hold on to her. She simply exuded a maternal aura. Is this the reason infants are drawn to their mother?
I turn my head away from her and I stare at the tall figure that I assumed was my father, I move my eyes from his feet to his head analyzing his aspect. He is a very handsome-looking man with a cleanly shaven square jaw line that combined with his features, his hair are black and seemed to be kept trim, while his eyebrows were strong and aggressive, extending in a sword-like fashion meeting to a V shape, and his eyes held a soft quality, they are teary and their color is grey, even though grey is a monotonous color, they seem full of life. He has a big grin in his face and he said something in a foreign language, I roll my eyes thinking that he was an idiot because he should know that infants can't even speak or understand anything, the only thing good about him is only his aspect...
And the little girl who was grimacing at me seemed to have 4 or 5 years more than me, her eyes were like an ocean. They were dark and blue, long black hair fell from her shoulders. Her eyebrows seemed frail, even if she tried to seem angry it was not really noticeable and her trying to show that she's angry amuse me. I think that she realized that by watching my face and that made her grit her teeth, and exclaimed something in the foreign language.
When I ended observing my parents the doctor said something in that foreign language and he leaved the room.
The next couple days were a torture for me, I had no motor control of my body and the only two movements I could do were closing my eyes and moving my hands, my father and mother controlled me all the time.
One of the few things that maked me happy was to being breastfed to my mother, the milk tasted nostalgic somehow, and I was most of the time of the day even though I was watched and carried all the day I still had to wait for the right occasion, I couldn't walk so I had to wait the moment where my mom was carrying me instead of my father.
The place where I'm living is really big. When my mother took me out for the first time I noticed that it was a luxury home, it had big rooms and large corridors. It seemed like electricity or any type of forms of energies from my previous life didn't exist in this world.
That was until I was sitting in a room and I was staring my father that was walking towards the fireplace, then he rised his hand and created a ball of fire which he threw in the fireplace turning it on.
In what type of world I ended on?
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The other strange thing I have seen was that some people were carrying weapon they were using for design other than fighting.
So by rearranging everything I have learned in these weeks, even though I didn't understand the language that the people around me were using I understood that my name was Elizabeth Wildhorn, my mother name Alice Wildhorn, my father names Josh Wildhorn and my sister name Aria Wildhorn, I ended with the conclusion that my family is perhaps noble, the food, the maids, and the house made me think that it's a noble family, and then after watching the action that my father done I ended theorizing about being in a magical world.
My sister everytime she turned her eyes on me she started trying to be angry, but I ended up ridiculing her almost everytime she tried to be angry, and after some time when I finally learned to speak some words I ended laughing at her and that made her trying to be angrier.
My parents started to try teaching me some words like, "mama" and, "papa" I ended up repeating the words with no difficulty, the only problem was to learn their language. They used various methods to make me learn about their words like showing me some objects that seemed food and then repeat something that my parents were saying. I realized that there were books in this world, they were like the ones from my previous life but more ancient.
After 3 years, I started to finally understand the foreign language, it wasn't too hard and now I could work and understand my parents, for example I could understand my mother that was bragging about me to another woman with her son. My mother is cleaning a room that is full of various things, she didn't want the maids to clean it for her because there are personal things that she and father owned, meanwhile she was cleaning I noticed a really big book and I moved towards it. I move my hands toward it trying to open it, the dust made me almost cough but I held back so that my mother didn't take the book away, thinking I would ruin it.
When I open the book I ended up in some pages with various phrases, I can't read all that is written on the book, because I learned only how to write a few words. There are some parts of the pages that I can understand. They seemed like enchantions I tried to say some words that were written on the book.
Taking a breath I rise my hand and imagine to cast the spell and I say something that the words on the book say,"Water." Suddenly I felt my hand being drenched in some liquid and when I turn my eyes on my hand, there was water that was falling from it.