I leave aside the thought of reincarnating in another world and I start to concentrate on the figures in the room, beyond my father and mother there was two other figure, one seemed to be a doctor judging by his garments, and the other is a little girl gazing at me while grimacing, maybe she was angry because she will not be the only child now that I born.
I start to examine the woman that gave birth to me, she is certainly attractive, but that could be just the result of my blurred vision. She had unique red hair, they are even redder than roses, and hazelnut eyes, which I would characterize more accurately as pretty than glamorous beauty. Her Magnifique eyelashes and perky nose caught my attention and made me hold on to her. She simply exuded a maternal aura.
I turn my head away from her and I stare at the tall figure that I assume was my father, I move my eyes from his feet to his head analyzing his aspect. He is a very handsome-looking man with a cleanly shaven square jawline that combined with his features, his hair is black and seemed to be kept trim, while his eyebrows were strong and aggressive, extending in a sword-like fashion meeting to a V shape, and his eyes held a soft quality, they are teary and their color is grey, even though grey is a monotonous color, they seem full of life.
He has a big grin on his face and he say, "OOO-OOO-OOO-OOOO?" it was something in a foreign language, I roll my eyes thinking that he was an idiot because he should know that infants can't even speak or understand anything, the only thing good about him is only his aspect...
And the little girl who was grimacing at me seemed to have 4 or 5 years more than me, her eyes were like an ocean. They were dark and blue, long black hair fell from her shoulders. Her eyebrows seemed frail, even if she tried to seem annoyed it was not noticeable and her trying to show that she is annoyed amused me. I think that she realized that watching my face made her grit her teeth, and exclaimed something in the foreign language.
When I ended up observing my parents the doctor said something in that foreign language and he left the room.
The next couple of days were torture for me, I had no motor control of my body and the only two movements I could do were closing my eyes and moving my hands, my father and mother controlled me all the time.
One of the few things that made me happy was being breastfed by my mother, the milk tasted nostalgic somehow, and I was most of the time of the day watched and carried. For being breastfed by my mother I had to wait for the right occasion, I couldn't walk so I had to wait until the moment when my mom was carrying me instead of my father.
The place where I'm living is really big. When my mother took me out for the first time I noticed that it was a luxury home, it had big rooms and large corridors. It seemed like electricity or any type of form of energy from my previous life didn't exist in this world.
That was until I was sitting in a room and I was staring at my father that was walking towards the fireplace, then he raised his hand and something engulfed his hand, it was like the air around the hand started to change and then, fire emanated from his hand, and he didn't flinch nor he burned his hand as the fire rose from his hand, I was surprised, my mother looked at me and smiled.
Then the fire had taken the form of a ball, and my father threw it in the fireplace, turning it on.
In what type of world I ended on?
The other strange thing I have seen was that some people were carrying a weapon they were using for design other than fighting, some people had their sword equipped behind while others in the waist, the weapons weren't just swords, I had seen lances, daggers, and bows.
So by rearranging everything I have learned in these weeks, even though I didn't understand how people spoke around here, my name was Elizabeth Wildhorn, my mother was Alice Wildhorn, my father was Josh Wildhorn and my sister was Aria Wildhorn, I came up with the conclusion that my family is perhaps noble, by looking at the food, all the maids and our great house. After thinking about the weird action of my father, I started theorizing that I may have been teleported into a magic world
My sister every time turned her eyes on me she started trying to be annoyed, but every time she did that I ended up ridiculing her almost every time she tried to show that she was annoyed. After some time, when I finally learned to speak a tiny bit, I started laughing at her making her angrier.
My parents started to try teaching me some words like, "mama" and, "papa" I ended up repeating the words with no difficulty, the only problem was learning their language. They used various methods to make me learn about their words like showing me some objects that seemed food and then repeating something that they were saying. I realized that books existed in this world, they were like the ones from my previous life but more ancient.
After 3 years, I started to finally understand the foreign language, it wasn't too hard and I could understand my parents, for example I could understand my mother that was bragging about me to another woman with her son. My mother is cleaning a room that is full of various things, she didn't want the maids to clean it for her because there are personal things that she and her father owned, meanwhile she was cleaning I noticed a really big book, and I moved my body towards it. It has the edges ruined, and the appearance of the book gave me an ancient feeling while looking at it, I move my hands toward it trying to open it, the dust made me almost cough but I held back so that my mother didn't take the book away, thinking I would ruin it, the inside of the book was full of mold.
I ended up in some pages full of dust, so I rubbed the pages with my hands so that it was at least readable, I still don't have the capacity to read most of the words in the foreign language I heard and speak, because I learned only how to write a few words. There are some parts of the pages that I can understand. They seemed like enchants, I tried to say some words that were written in the book.
Forcing myself, I take a breath of the musty air, I raise my hand and imagine casting the spell and I say something that the words in the book say, "Water." Suddenly I felt my hand being drenched in some liquid and when I turn my eyes on my hand, there was water that was falling from it.