Well I was around three, and birthdays have yet to be celebrated around me. So that's lame. Lint I've started 'soft speaking' around my family. Just to ask for things and communicate lightly.
My favorite was to ask for story time, where Lioaria, would read to me from a series of our mothers books. I once asked her if they were just stories. She lightly chuckled and said nothing was ever simply a story.
This I guess was my flag that this was this worlds history, but surely some of it was exaggerated.
The first book she read to me was about the Great War of the Races. The soft end of which brought about the age we live in now, where the races are trying to coexist. Apparently there's a ton of different races and species of people in the world. But the six major races that took part in the war were the humans, elves, dwarves, lizardfolk, beastfolk, and demonfolk.
The reason the last three are all more general names is because it was made up of several different tribes that had come together and long since intermingled.
The most important part I took from all this was that the reason most people were afraid of coexistence happening, was a prophecy. One that foretold when one born with blood of all races as one, disaster would plague the land. So of course it would be generations before that happened, so I didn't care to much.
But Lioaria emphasized that my mixed human and elvish blood puts a definite target on my back as I'll grow older. So she also took time to teach me a bit about my elvish blood and magic.
You see these two things actually go hand in hand perfectly. Elves have a naturally higher mana reserve, and their bodies flow mana through them more freely.
The magic of this world was separated into five separate schools. Restorative, offensive, defensive, utility, and summoning. Most made sense right away but I asked for clarification further. All I got was a lot of fancy words I didn't quite understand.
My favorite book to have read to me though was actually a book my mother wrote about my fathers delve into a dungeon. Not so much because his feats were amazing, which let me be clear. My dad is a badass. But because the existence of dungeons and what they held made my heart flutter with excitement.
This world held dungeons, labyrinths, and strongholds. Each of varying difficulty and rewards. Dungeons were naturally formed by mana vents in the earth. They create a layout of several floors and monsters, but also magical items.
Labyrinths were a series of dungeons that were formed interconnected. They're all to easy to become lost in and end up starving due to the many different twists.
Strongholds we're old abandoned fortresses and buildings that became overrun by spirits or monsters. Simple enough.
The thought of becoming an adventurer and exploring such places got me all excited. The dreams I had in my past life id have never been able to fulfill. All becoming real before my eyes.
My excitement was quite visible, I was told. Not even just from my face. But my ears. Whenever I'd be thinking about adventures my ears would apparently start wiggling back and forth. I'd have to remember my emotions will get shown by them in the future.
Around the age of five my parents had taken note of my interest in adventuring and were willing to train me. But of course there was conditions. My parents were strong, very strong. So if they were gonna teach me they wanted to make sure I wouldn't use whatever I'm taught to be evil. Yeah makes sense, I can respect that. Secondly I was to always protect innocent civilians. Monster raids were normal, if I have the strength to stop it then I should. Yeah fair enough again.
Lastly, before they'd even consider teaching me they each wanted something of me. My father Lucas, wanted me to show I could use mana to reinforce my body and muscles. And my mother Elinoria wanted me to show I could either mold mana, or reinforce another object with it. Mark and Lioaria were not allowed to coach me. If I wanted to give up on learning alone. I'd have to attend school. Something I hated in my past life. So I had to say no here too.
That meant with the knowledge alone that those were things I could do in this world. I got to it. And after a few months. I had no progress to show.
So I gave in and asked my parents for a hint over dinner.
Lucas put his food down, when I asked. He just stared at me for moment. Frankly it was the most time I'd spent with my family in a while. I had been trying to train for the past few months. And growing up I paid more attention to the books and world than the family who had raised me in this world.
I felt a bit guilty. But this was the first time I noticed Lucas and Mark both had shaggy brown hair. Mark had blue eyes and Lucas had green. Both were fairly muscular and tall.
My mother had short, white, almost colorless hair and piercing gray eyes. While my sister has bright yellow hair and eyes to match, she reminded me of a cat sometimes. They were both slightly tall than their human counterparts for very slim
After a few moments of silence my mother was actually the first to speak.
"I want you to take your fork and hold it in front of you," she said. So I did. "Now I want you to round it into a spoon."
No sooner did she say that then Lioaria did that very same thing. The ends of the fork curled down and thinned out as it all flattened and then curved itself into a spoon.
She then placed it on the table, smiled, and said, "Mark, he is still a ways away from out doing us." Then she walked away humming happily.