Zhou Mingura gazed out the window of the carriage as the bustling streets of Victorian London stretched out before him. But this was not the London he knew. Strange machinery and contraptions filled the streets, along with people in peculiar garments wielding long wooden sticks and chanting strange words.
He blinked again and saw his reflection in the window—but it was not his face staring back. Instead, he saw a young man with bright blue eyes and unruly red hair dressed in unusual robes.
"So, it's true," he mused. "I have been reincarnated in this strange world as Klein Moretti."
Klein found himself in a world filled with magic and mystery. Potions, divination, hexes, and sealed artifacts were real. The churches held real power, both the orthodox and the unorthodox, each jealously guarding their magical secrets and competing for influence.
Most peculiar of all was the powers awakening within him. After drinking a peculiar "Bounder" potion, he realized he could wield magic through a wooden stick called a wand. But wand lore was complex, full of nuance and mystery. For what purpose had he been given these gifts?
As Klein wandered the streets of this alternate London, taking in the sights and sounds, he wondered what role he would play. Would he join the mysterious churches in their shadowy affairs, uncovering the deepest secrets of magic? Or forge his own path to uncover the many mysteries of this world? Both paths were full of danger and the unknown.
The night was falling on the city, gas lamps flickering to life and casting a warm glow over the cobblestone streets. Klein paused, sensing there were unseen things lurking in the shadows, waiting to emerge under the cover of darkness. The light continues to shine, but the mystery has never gone far...
To be continued!