"Stay here and hide, Silver. Don't make any sound, alright? I'll be back to get you. Remember no matter what you do and what you become in the future, mom will always love you." -Mom
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I woke up in the middle of the forest with tears in my eyes. Memories started flooding on me.
I remember being in the clan with around 120-130 members. We are an isolated clan. Small but happy clan with very strict rules. No one are allowed to go out to other villages without passing a test or something.
Me, or my old owner of the body, is also named Silver. Currently 6 years old and yesterday, March 3 was supposed to be my birthday. Supposed to be a happy day of celebration, food and drinks. Until a group of bandits attacked.
I was immediately hidden by what I can only infer from my new memory as my mother.
I wanted to recall everything I could in this new world so I dug in again to the fresh memories. Information started flooding and remembered seeing the eyes of my mother changing from black to scarlet at the last moment of my memories of her.
Then it hit me. In all my memories, everyone looks like they are wearing a very colorful set of kurta on their person and that some of our clan members have scarlet eyes when they're angry.
"I'm in HunterXHunter world and I'm a member of The Kurta clan. Then last night's bandit should be the Phantom Troupe and that I'm one of the two... No should be three survivors of the clan now."
"I should escape for now." I again started walking away from the directions of our town and started harvesting fruits and mushrooms.
I find myself near a river to settle and get some refreshment. I looked at the river for my reflection and i could see a child's face with a clear blue eyes, spiky hair with deep shades of blue and silver.
"At least I got the protagonist hair. If anyone from my old world see me in public, they'll immediately know I am plot protected."
After having my meal, I plan to continue my escape from the forest. I started walking but after sometime my body stopped walking.
No matter what I do, my feet just wouldn't move and I've got this nagging feeling to go back to the clan.
"Come on! Not now, you know they are not your family. You only inherit this child's memory and body. And I'm going to die if the troupe see me in there!"
And so after a few minutes of grumbling and self conflict, I find myself walking to the clan's direction.
An hour or two later, i find myself at the edge of the town hiding in the tree. Looking at the burnt and smoking town. I waited for another hour to see any movements in town but all that greeted me is silence.
"Okay, fine let's get this over with." I walked into the town, my heart started beating faster the nearer i am to the town but eventually calmed down after knowing no one is around. I am again sorrounded by dead bodies and vomitted from the smell of decay and burnt bodies.
"This is a mess. Greed really is the root of all evil." I paid my respect to the bodies and silently prayed for them.
I then saw the parents of the owner of the body and stopped. Tears started flowing from my eyes as I take in the sight. They were both covered by claw marks. Whoever did them either have a weapon or skill similar to wolverine. I clenched my fist so hard, my nails started digging to my skin.
I then started quitely digging a hole in one of the plot in the town.
1 week later, I stand in front of 125 graves silently looking into the horizon. If I have mirror right now, I would have seen myself with scarlet eyes.
Having done everything I could, I walked away from the town with some jennies, clothes and other necessities i have scavenge in a blue backpack.
"Thank you!" I heard a melancholic gratitude from the town that made me look back. And I swear I saw specks of light rising to the sky.
That made me smile as the heavy feeling i had for the past week finally vanished. "I guess I can say this body is now truly mine." I now continued to walk my way to the town of Nancha.
I arrived in the town of Nancha late at night. I rented out a room for the night and noting the lack of reaction from the owner, I guess in this world it is pretty normal for young kids to be unsupervised. If you think about it, Gon and Kurapika were around 12 when they were allowed to roam the world and Killua should have been 5-6 when he challenged the Heavens Arena. Granted they have butler... but semantics semantics.
And tired from the travel, I dozed off.