My name is Uriel, 6 years old only daughter of a farmer couple lived in an obscure countryside.
My new father is gentle, kind and deligent.
Mother is beautiful, she's a magician capable of controlling fire.
I realized that my situation is very dire.
I'm always sick, weak as twigs, and barely got strength to walk over 10 meters.
living as Uriel is very hard since I regained my memories.
The technological of this world can be compared to that of the medieval age, and that's the worst thing that could happen to a modern dude who know noting about hardship!
I rub my small hand over my temble as my nose start running.
"Uriel~ Breakfast is ready! It's your favorite~"
Mom call from below in happy voice.
I get off from bed, make a bed then squeeze through the tight door way.
The house we are living in is unfit for a family, let alone an adult.
everything creeeking as I take a step. As if it could break apart If I apply more pressure.
The worst part of this house is the stair. It's so steep. Barely have any surface for foot.
I carefully descent down the step.
"There is my sunshine! Here, let mommy help you."
My mom walk up to me, then holding me up in her warm embrace.
I look at her friendly face. Today, she tied her fantastical silver hair in bun.
"Daddy will be back later than usual so let's go ahead and eat first, shall we?"
She smiles as her amber eyes gleam, mirroring my reflection.
Today's breakfast is a simple pancake and milk. There is also a basket of fruit that resemble an orange on the table.
Pancake was Uriel favorite food... Until I regained my former memory.
I take a wooden spoon, cut the bread , and take a bite.
I started to sweat.
It's bland.
mother look at me, concern painted on her face.
For the sake of this weak body and her... I'll endure!
I give her a broad smile before taking a mouthful bite.
"Phew... I thought that you're sick again, my dear."
she signed before peel an orange-like fruit for me.
Curiously, I point at it and ask her about the fruit.
"It's Qatus. Our garden have plenty of it."
Qatus huh??? It smell limey.
Maybe it's better than a bland pancake.
I take a piece and eat it.
It!!!
I cant explain it!
My eyes grew big in excitement as I savoring the sparkling limey taste.
It's very good!
"Here, here! have a lot so you'll remain and grow healthy!"
my mother smiled as she belt fed me the delicious fruit .
...
Morning passed and my mother goes to work In a nearby kitchen so I'm alone in the house.
I was forbid to leave the house when parents are absence so I take my time and look around the place.
It's a small house with two floor. Poorly built but good maintenance.
There are no book, lamb, fan, air-conditioner, TV, and even a restroom...
Soooo boring!
I lay my cheek on the table as I look out the window.
A vast field of golden wheat. A patch of forest, and a big lush green mountain.
It's a beautiful sight for sure... but the experience... is awful.
It could be better If this body of mine is not so weak and sick.
"This is Mr. Well's house, right?"
"Nah, I don't sure, but my pop said it around the end of the road, a small house with lot of Qatus!"
A group boy converse as they walked around the area.
"But isn't this the only house that's on the end of the road?"
Boy A said.
"I don't see any Qatus, so it shouldn't be this house!"
Boy B argue back loud.
Actually, this is the right house. But it's entertaining listening to their petty argument.
"You lot are dumbs! This is the place! Can't you see that they have a lot of Qatus piles in the field?"
Boy C inserts.
"But isn't Qatus supposed to be a big tree?"
Boy A questioned in a whisper.
"Qatus grow out from the soil! "
Boy C answer followed up by a bonking sound .
Ohhh, thank for letting me know! So Qatus grow like potato.
He seem like a smart boy.
*Knock Knock Knock*
Three Knocks on the door. My parents aren't home, should I open it?
They're just a kid... There shouldn't be a problem... That's should be a problem...
I realized that I'm just a little girl with adult mentality.
*Knock Knock*
Two more knocks. Loud and harder than the first time.
"Don't be rude punk! Maybe he isn't home?"
"We got the wrong house oh, no..."
They whisper loudly.
I guess that's leave me with no choice.
I make my way up to the door, my hand on the handle.
ughhh, I can't open it singlehandedly...
My both hand in the it, pulling as hard as I can.
"Let's come ano-"
I opened the door... I did it! but I need some time to breath.
The three boys look at me surprised, before exchange their glance and nod.
"Uhmmm... Your dad, Mr. Well, Right?"
Boy A, with curly auburn hair nevously ask.
I replied with a nod.
Curly hair brighten up his mood and smile proudly.
"We're here to deliver the flour, where do we put it?"
The brown haired boy leans and peaks inside the house.
"Um... Ah..."
Damnit, I don't know where to...
"There, beside the cabinet."
I point to the corner of the room where they should be putting away their delivery.
"Alright!"
The three walking into the house, putting the sag of flour down where I pointed and leave immediately.
I send them off with a weak smiles and wave.
The boy with messy brown hair take a glance at me before rush to his buddies.
A not so friendly glance at that...
"What a rude kid..."
I complain and close the door slowly...
....
"She doesn't seem like Mr. Well's child at all!!"
Tim Whispered as he goes on about the girl we just me while delivery the flour.
"She's weak, and scary! While Mr. Well is strong and kind!!!"
"Stop it Tim! You'd be said If other said the same stuff about you..."
Tim pouts as I warn him.
"Brother Jason is always sour! "
"Hmph! You're going be a demon king today! Me and Shey are the knight and wizard that will defeat you!"
Tim grabs a stick from the ground and points at me.
I grin.
"Haha! sure, thing! I'll give you 2 minutes to live, dear heros!"
We ran along the road as we play.