Days gradually turned into weeks as I began to accept my new reality. It was disorienting at first. When my parents called for me I wouldn't acknowledge it. I mean, can you blame me? Being called Jack for 22 years of my life isn't something you just get out of.
My emotions were never the same. Something clearly changed in-between when I died and went to this new body. Was there time in between? I didn't know.
My dad was named Michael while my mother was Maria. They gave birth to me 11 years ago today.
"Happy birthday Kaz!" My parents said parallel to each other.
Despite the attack about 3 weeks ago the atmosphere was good.
'I wonder how mom and dad are…' my thoughts of course weren't towards my current parents but my past ones.
I was colder towards Michael and Maria. They weren't my parents. I treated them like I would distant relatives.
It was odd being babied again. But it was comforting to not have anything to worry about. To be a kid…
"Thanks Mom, Dad." I had a smile on my face that was clearly fake.
My parents pretended not to notice but I knew. I knew they knew something was off.
A few nights ago I overheard a conversation no son should hear from his parents.
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Micheal POV:
It was the middle of the night. Kaz just went to bed. It's odd really. That kid has changed.
Since the "incident" as me and Maria call it Kaz has been reading more. He's suddenly taken a interest in books about magic.
He's also become… distant almost. It's as if he died that day. Replaced by someone new.
When I got Kaz he had a nasty scratch on his back. He also has a bruised skull. It's a miracle he lived without any permanent damage. At least that's what we thought before the sharp emotional changes.
"Honey, do you have a moment?" My wife peeked her head out of the master bedroom.
"Yeah dear. What do you need?" My wife shuffled out of our room.
"I think we should talk… about the… you know…" my wife sheepishly said.
"Yeah I suppose your right." The atmosphere became tense. A sad look was plastered on my wife's face.
"Since that day…. He hasn't been the same… he's suddenly interested in Magic for gods sake! This isn't out boy? what should we do?!" My wife's voice was shaky.
It took me a minute to find the right words. But eventually I replied.
"We support him. Maybe it's just a head injury. If he's interested in magic we can get his aptitude tested. Though I doubt the son of a warrior and a nobles daughter would give birth to anyone with magic talent." We we're by no means rich but I was still married to a nobles daughter. Money has never been a problem.
Me and Maria hugged it out in a teary mess.
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Kaz POV:
Little did they know that I saw the whole thing.
Soon after my incident I realized that the language I was speaking wasn't English. Despite that I knew all the language. I don't know how I know but I do.
It didn't take long before I stumbled upon dads small library. Most were story books that I used to like, according to him. About hero's of light slaying frost giants and evil necromancers.
Soon I began wandering to the library on my own. I soon found out an amazing discovery. I've learned that the world I'm in has Magic! Actually magic! Manipulation of water, fire balls , lightning blasts! It's amazing.
'This is amazing. The stuff of legends! Things you can only dream of are possible with this world!' After this thought I dove deeper into the pages of the book.
'Something to occupy my mind is good. Maybe this can be my way of coping?' My thoughts were optimistic but I knew it would never go away.
My body doesn't have the physical reactions to fear as it should. I don't tremble or have cold sweats. It's like my death took that from me. My mind though, although a little bit dull to fear, still felt it.
"Interested in magic, bud?" Michael suddenly appeared in the doorway.
"Yeah dad. I really want to learn about magic. How can you become a magician?"I asked curiously.
My father gave a hearty laughter at my words. "Not a magician son. A Mage. And it's not so simple as handwork and dedication. You have to have talent for it to even happen."
'I hope I have this "talent" Michael talks about'
"To be a mage is an esteemed position. Not many get the chance and there are plenty of different types of mages. Your mom is the daughter of a noble. I used to work for that noble. He was a Mage." Michael had a proud look on his face.
Before I could even ask Micheal continued.
"There are multiple types of magic. How about this, next time I head into the town I'll buy a book about aptitudes for you. They're pretty expensive but we have plenty of money so it should be no problem." After Michael said this I couldn't help but have a huge smile on my face. I'm going to learn about real magic after all.
"Thanks dad!" I said this as I ran to give him a hug. This would make sure he gets the book for me.
"No problem buddy. When you turn 13 we can test your aptitude and see if you have any special talent" as Michael said this he left towards the door. Probably to talk to Maria about something. It didn't matter. All that was left was to wait.
If only he knew the talent I had…