* Third person perspective *
It was a suny, hot day and in a certain hospital, a certain child was being born.
" Congratulations, it's a boy" said the doctor.
The mother who was about to pass out from the immense pain, said in a very weak and timid voice, " Let me hold my baby."
The doctor gave her the baby and she looked at the baby with teary eyes, filled with love and warmth and said..." Grow up to be a respectable and strong man, my Lawrence."
* Mcs POV*
It was a very dark view before my eyes. I couldnt see anything. Then I felt something pulling me from my head. I tried to resist but soon gave in to that power. As I got pulled, I saw light and heard some voices. A woman screaming in pain, some people talking to each other as they were being instructed to do something. Then came the final pull and there was no darkness left. It was so bright that I had to close my eyes in order to adjust. The first face I saw was of some man's. He had a light beard and was wearing a mask and a white gown.
Upon seeing me he eased his face and said something to the ones around him. Then I was passed onto a woman by the man. This woman looked at me with love and I could feel her warmth. It was no doubt to me that this woman was my mother. She said something to me and then I was taken away for, what felt like torture but was just the usual process for a newborn such as weighing. After that I felt unusually tired and fell to sleep.
When I woke up I was in the arms of my mother and there I saw my father for the first time. A man in his late 40s, had a moustache and very strict looking face. When he stood up to take a look at me, he felt about 190 cm tall and had a very well built body.
He let out a smile on seeing my face and I giggled back. I was made to eat some liquid and for some reason I felt tired again. Then I went to sleep again.
When I woke up it was late at night and my mom and dad were sleeping beside me. I didn't want to disturb them so I just slept some more. In the morning, when I woke up I saw some unfamiliar faces. There were some people looking at me with sparkling eyes as if they were seeing a baby for the first time. I felt anxious with their gazes fixed at me so I tried to get away but I wasnt used to this new, small body and just couldn't get on my feet so I just decided to call for mom but what I let put was a cry of desperation. It felt like the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me for a long time.
On hearing my cries mom came and scolded the other children, who were apparently my brothers and sisters.
As the days went on I got accustomed to life in this new body and my surroundings. I was the 6th and youngest child of a knight( a title given to soldiers who've served for more than 25 years). I had 2 elder brothers and 3 sisters. The eldest was brother Mason, 24 years old, had a pretty good looking face, brown eyes, was 184 cm tall, had blonde hair( my mother also had blonde hair whereas fathers hair were jet black) and was a fire magic user. The at 2nd number was sister Luna, 18 years old, had a very pretty face and long, black hair, black eyes, and was 165 cm tall and was a fire magic user. At 3rd was sister Susan, a 16 year old with long, brown hair, brown eyes, and was 168 cm tall and was a necromancer. At 4th was brother Dave, a 13 year old who had a very bright smile, was about 150 cm tall, had dark brown hair and black eyes and used barrier magic. At 5th was sister Clara, a 12 year old with short, blonde hair and brown eyes, was 148 cm tall and was a healer.
My father was a magic swordsman and mother was a necromancer.
We lived in a house with 4 bedrooms, a spacious living room and a dining room which was rather small. Outside was a garden where my brothers and sisters used to play and practice their magic.
As the days went by I learned new things about magic and this world. Magic wasnt in the genes of a person, it was all based on luck. But to be proficient in magic was about hard work and talent. With talent alone you can become powerful but only to a certain extent. Thus, hard work is necessary to achieve something extraordinary. In my country, when children reach the age of 13, they are sent to the magic academy where they learn more about magic and how to implement it to the fullest. It is also possible to wield more than one type of magic and it was by no means rare to find someone who wielded more than one magic power.
I snuck out of my room at night to my dads study and read books to increase my knowledge about magic and this world. I had only seen my brother Dave once and that was when he was about to leave for the magic academy. I had not seen my sister Susan or my brother Mason even once in my life. Brother Mason was a teacher at the magic academy and sister Susan was still a student. Brother Dave and sister Clara were also students at magic academy so only me, my mom, sister Luna and dad were at home for the first 3 or 4 years of my life.