One week ago, exact, I died. I remember how it felt with the initial impact, but when I opened my eyes...
BAM
They flew open to a small dusty village. I laid on the ground, gasping for air while a group of men stood over me.
"That should teach ya to wander around in the sun you dirty prick. Get back to your home. It ain't time yet."
His had a soft southern accent, but heavy words accompanied them. He was the leader of those men, and somehow, I knew who he was.
Auron Wen. Eldest son of the richest family in the village, Autumn Village. He had a bad habit of flirting with girls, and beating down men. Both got him in serious trouble, unless it involved me.
That first meeting had my mind spinning.
"W-where? Who?" it was all I managed to say before he kicked me again. My voice was softer than I had expected.
Gasping for air, once again, my mind pieced some scattered memories together.
First things first, his initial kick had killed him. Xero. The body I now inhabited. I felt a heavy connection to Xero as I crawled into the shack I live in now. We both lost our family when we were young, he younger than I, however.
Society looked down on the both of us, being orphans with no money. He just lived in a world where he could be beaten for it. The despicable human race, pushing down any and all who aren't shown favor by power or wealth.
Xero lived his life by eating and drinking the filth left behind by the humans that tormented him. He had nowhere to go, and no strengths to protect him in this world. A world filled with danger for his kind. A dark elf.
That day, I stared into a murky bowl of water, looking at the thin and sickly face of the dark elf I had become. Xero was a trooper however, surviving for sixteen years like this. None of his memories even pertained to what he was capable of.
I scanned each of them over the course of two days, enjoying the warmth he felt with his family, as well as bearing the agony of losing them. I cried that night. No use hiding it. That pain, it isn't bearable at first. Especially feeling it again.
The two of us were twenty when we died. In two very different worlds. The modern world I came to know had been sent back some few centuries, to a world permeated with magic and mystical beings. Of which I was one now.
I handled this better than I had expected, waking to this new reality. Probably because I hadn't cared so much for my previous one, though this one wouldn't last much longer.
Auron and his boys wanted to do away with me, it seemed. This was planned a week from when I had woken up here, so I had five days to plan.
Having no knowledge of this world, and even less of what could be found just nearby, I stupidly spent those days dreading the death to come. But on the last day...
FWOOSH
The soft flame began to glow in my hand. I was mesmerized by the way it felt inside my body. The magic of this world.
Dark elves have an innate property over fire magic, so I just attempted what I read in novels and comics online. I simply tried to pull the magic of the world into my body, pushed it to my fingertip, and finally gave it the properties of a flame.
As this was my first attempt, and the dread of tomorrow was hounding my emotions, it vanished with a soft cloud of smoke left behind.
"I don't know what they'll do to me tomorrow, but I'll fight back in any way I can."