The days were passing by quite quickly, and as they did so, I started to get used to my new small body and to my new name.
Roughly 3 months passed by, I still couldn't move more than turning and tossing in my cradle, but one good thing was that I started to slowly associate the worlds and sounds of that language to my vocabulary.
In a few months I could understand basic conversations between my parents and the friends that they brought home.
I also got to know my grandmother, from her appearance I could safely say that she was my mother's mother, she had green eyes, made opaque by the time, but still as lively as a leaf moved by the wind.
Her relationship with my parents was quite sweet, and for what I could see she was very good at using this so called magic, using it to even dry the loundry or to light the fireplace.
Moving forward through my routine another 2 months went by, I was now about 5 months old, my whole body was growing little by little and in the nights, my theets were poking slowly my gummy, my bones becoming sturdier, it was all quite painful, as much as I couldn't keep my self from crying from time to time.
But soon, in my 6th month of life, in that old shack, I managed to crawl.
My muscles were still forming so each day the amount of energy I had was very limited, but it was enough for me to explore a little while my parents weren't paying much attention to my doings.
The house had two floors, of which for understandable reasons I could only explore the first, on the first floor there was a small living room that also served as my playroom during the day, the kitchen, and a corridor that faced on three doors, the one at the end of said corridor was the house entrance, whilst the second on the left was the entrance to a sort of blacksmith shop, the place where my father worked apparently.
The third door was still a mystery, I could only see my mother enter in there from time to time.
One day finally, the chance to enter that door arised, crawling as fast as my small limbs permitted me to, I entered the mysterious door, and what I saw in from of me was... Not actually so shocking as my own mind made it to be.
It was a small studio, on the wall to the left there was a small table, opposite to that table there was an array of shelves that were adorned with books of every color and size, on the wall opposite to the entrance of the study there was a window.
It was a bit demoralizing, no secret dungeon, no secret magic altar, no magical creatures... Just a boring and totally normal study.
But as soon as those thoughts went through my brain I remembered that this was a world of Magic and Swords, in a setting that's very close to medieval times, what poor peasant could own any book? It was kinda strange to think about, but it might have worked differently in this world and perhaps books weren't as rare or pricy as they were on earth in this epoch.
I went near the book shelf but even with all of the small energy that I still had, I could not even touch any book at all, I was still to small.
I felt drained, I tried to go back, but just the time to turn around that I fell asleep, right where I was.
When I woke up again I was back in the cradle, with my mum next to me holding the hand of my father while crying.
"Oh dear... We are.... Parents... What... If Keyel hurt ?"
I could not understand every world yet, but she was probably shocked since she found her 6 months old baby lying in her studio all by him self, I still didn't know how to feel about this whole situation, but sure I felt bad for making them worry.
While I was thinking about what I could to to make them happy, I turned in the cradle and I sat looking at them, and then I smiled;
It all came pretty normal to me so in the end I also was shocked by my own actions, but soon the crying of my new mother became a cheerful laugh, followed by my father.
That day ended on a quite good note, but since then, they became very observant in closing doors, keeping me closed in the living room when they left me crawling around and all this kind of precautions in order to keep me safe.
In doing so they made my routine back to what it was before till my 10th month of life.
On the day I reached 10 month a strange man came, with my now better ability to understand this foreign language I understood that he was there to test my mana levels, as a previous gamer, I knew that in fantasy this was a sort of cliché event, so I gave not much thought to it.
He punctured my pinky and made a drop of my blood fall on a small crystal, but nothing happened.
"He has no magic, I'm sorry ma'am, I'm sorry sir." he sayed and as swiftly as he came he was gone.
As much as I would have loved to be a magician, my favorite class of all time, it wasn't as hard to accept for me as it was for my parents, they called over my grandmother, and all the three of them started to pray that it was some sort of mistake or for me to gain this thing that they called mana.
I had no hope from the start so even if I would have loved to one day use magic, life gave me the wrong turn once again.