All you can hear is loud noise coming from all directions, you can see pile of rubble and dead people lying around.
Arghh! Help!
Boom, Boom, Bang, Bang
A series of explosions roars in the distance, then closer. Suddenly, something strikes my neck, and a hot, wet trickle runs down my skin. Pain blooms in sharp waves, and I collapse to the ground. I try to focus, but blood blurs my vision.
A familiar voice called out. "Hey men stay with us, we're gonna get you out here."
"Hey! open your eyes. Hey! Shit!"
"Hey!.. here... we need a med..."
I felt a chill throughout my body, and suddenly, memories from my past started flashing before my eyes—regret, pain, happiness, all blending in together. I once read that this is how the brain tries to find a way to survive. Is this what dying feels like? Then my vision faded, everything went black.
...
While barely conscious, I feel my body pulled up toward the bright light followed by three orb of light then something or someone starting to form.
A mysterious voice whispered to my mind.
"Wel%&@ %#."
I heard a distorted voice before I open my eyes and saw a figure of a blurred woman that looks holding me. Holding me? What!
"Ha&#@> &%fL", "h#%i $&% @fc"
"G@&$k*"
She seemed to be arguing with someone, though I couldn't make sense of their words. They sounded alien, almost musical but harsh. What's happening to me?
...
Six months had passed since that strange day. My rebirth, I suppose. That word felt strange, but I couldn't deny it any longer. This world was far from Earth as I knew it. People wore clothes that looked like something out of an old fantasy novel. They had no modern technology, but they used some kind of glowing stones like power source for daily life. I still can't fully understand their language yet. but I'm slowly adjusting to this new place.
A blonde woman with bright green eyes held me close, beaming down at me with warmth is my mother.
"M@ma, m!ma, s@y lt"
A man with dark hair pushed the door open, he walked over to us. He lifted me from my mother's arms, then wrapped his arms around us is my father
"H0ney, hows our Lucy?" he has a gentle voice.
"Wer just plying a round. How's ur d@y?"
They continue their conversation then start to flirting in front of me. I felt embarrassed just seeing it.
Being a baby with an adult mind is sucks, all I can do is observe the surroundings. Sigh.
...
One year has passed. I took my first steps in this world, and as I listened to the conversations around me, I can now understand them... a little. It seems my name is Lucian Vi Lockewood, the son of an aristocratic family. The person looking at me with black hair green eyes is my older sister Isabelle.
"Father, Lucy's face look scary." she said, with curiosity.
"His just curious about your cuteness sweetie."
"Really?" With a bright face then father reply "of course"
Father pick me up while they continue their sweet conversation for a while. When they left my room, I crawl out to my bed and try to walk silently to another room which I noticed before when they left open. It had a lot of books and interesting stuffs, and then suddenly....
"Ohh my! young master, what are you doing in the hallway." The maid see me and drag me back to my room. "Lady Arian will be worried if you start sneaking up on us like that young master."
I sighed, disappointed. "Awww," I just wanted to check the room. Books mean information about this world, and that's something I really need.
Knowledge is power, so right now, my goal is to gather as much information as possible, even though I'm still just a toddler.
...
Looking at the window I could see the maids preparing for something big.
" Ohh,, right. My eighth birthday are coming the day after tomorrow." I've been so focused on reading books for days that I forgot my own birthday.
In this country, when you turn eight and eighteen the birthday celebration are kinda special.
As I snack on the food that the maid brought earlier, I glance around the room. Books and other items are scattered everywhere. About a month ago, my mother finally agreed to let me use this old room. It wasn't easy to gain her approval because, as she said, there were "inappropriate books and items for kids," which is true. But years of begging and earning their trust have paid off as I look at this treasure chest.
I stop looking anywhere and continue to read the book about my grandfather. In summary, this book talk about Aldric Vi Lockewood a high-ranking official and a hero blessed by the God It also written the story about his mission, the remarkable things he accomplish. Although I never met him, as he died on his last mission before I was born, reading this book makes me feel as though he lived a meaningful life."
'Knock' 'knock'
When I hear it, I closed the book and open the door.
Isabelle enter the room and look around before talking to me.
"Hey! Mother told me to bring you to town to get something. Everyone's busy, yet you're always stuck in this room, not a care in the world. What do you even see in here? It's just a bunch of books! Mother's worried about you, you know!"
"Alright, I'll talk to her later. So stop nagging at me."
"Hmph... You better. I'll be waiting out front, so go change your clothes."
'Annoying sister' Although she's right, I don't really go outside or talk to other people much. The only people I interact with are my family and the servants. I have no friends, which is the exact opposite of my older sister—she's bright and friendly.
I stand in front of the mirror, fixing my black hair and adjusting my clothes. As I look into my crimson eyes, I remember my parents told me I inherited them from my grandfather. As I glance down at my small body and sigh. "I miss my old body," I think to myself.
I walked toward the front gate. Then notice the serious looking man with a scar on his left cheek. I smiled and greeted him.
"Good afternoon Sir Roswell."
"Good afternoon young lord, I heard you also going to town."
"Yeah, Mother asked me to go. So, how are you liking it here?" I asked with a grin.
"I'm still adjusting, the training ground and people here are nice."
Sir Roswell are father's old friend in academy and last week he hired him to be our guard. I heard he is strong like my father. I wonder who's the stronger my father or him.
A carriage stopped, then Isabelle walked toward us in a green-and-white dress, with impatient look.
"Hey, you're late! We need to hurry."
I curled my eyebrow. "No, I'm not. What exactly are we going to get?"
She sighed dramatically. "Just get in the carriage."
I stop asking and climb into the carriage beside her. The horses began to move, and we set off on the road to Linberg.