I wipe my sweat. although theres not much intense sunlight in this word, all this physical activity has me sweating a lot. I find shade behind a large building and sit down. A few months have passed, unlike before I am not wearing ragged and unclean clothes, well, their not anything fancy just some average clothes.
I've heard wind is quite disastrous. I don't have any access to online networks and stuff so I've been relying on eavesdropping on peoples interesting conversations.
The wind has caused quite the chaos in the west and south, many structures have barely survived getting damaged and being flung around by the raging wind. Researchers say it's because of natural causes, but I suspect theres something more though.
And theres this sort of royal family.
The first prince and the heir to the throne, Nathaniel Faux Magénta. He is often the hot topic among the locals.
I'm quite shocked though, I thought this world was modern I guess it's a mix of medieval. I'm intrigued to learn more about this world.
I snap out of my thoughts for a quick second. I pick up the sharpened stone I made a few months back and use it to engrave a small line on the alley-wall.
There's moss and dirt on the walls, if you look closely theres too many scratches to count on the wall, which I made to track the days that have passed.
Although i've been living in this body for months.. I'm yet to know its age and appearance.
"..." I actually want to know my appearance.
{ He was handsome in his past life. }
You know what, I have a perfectly healthy, functioning body. I should be glad I have that, most people get transmigrated as a slime.
..... { He is a perfectionist. }
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Christopher P.O.V
The sky is very pretty today. I think as I admire the view. A familiar scent wafts towards my nostrils, I scrunch my nose.
'Machine smoke.. again?' I thought as I stare at the black smoke in the air. This has been a normal sight since two months ago.
'Even the wind is dangerous..'
"Chris!" Ah. That familiar voice, is it uncle edgar?
I turn my head and see that it is uncle ed. "Yes, uncle?" He looks out of breath and is sweating hard. Suddenly a pang of guilt hits me.
When I met uncle, I thought he was going to hurt me. He saw me in the streets and gave me something to eat. Ever since that day uncle has been giving me food, I started to slowly trust him. Then he kindly offered if I could live in his place.
I reluctantly accepted. Ever since I've accepted his offer I haven't regretted it, it's just that.. Uncle acts strange.
He often randomly disappears and the food, unlike before, tastes strange. And he frequently gives me medicine, saying i'm sick.
However.. I trust him. I trust uncle ed.
Until one day, I felt nauseous and sickly, I just didn't wanna take the pills. I refused when uncle told me to, I thrashed my arms and legs around when he forced me to take it.
However I escaped from his grip and ran away in fear and confusion. I don't get it. uncle ed has always been understanding. He's always been kind.
I... I'm such an idiot. Everything has been going well, why did I run away from him. He's not like the other big people.