And there I was, a cute, bald and small baby. I was held in the arms of my new mother and I have to say, she looked good. She had long brown hair and deep emerald green eyes. Next to her was my father, he looked quite strong, really. He had short black hair a medium grown beard and slight blue eyes. Both of them looked down on me, happily and just like every other kid, I started crying.
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A few weeks passed, there's been some information I could gather. First, we live in a kingdom called Darrigan. There are 3 other kingdoms with multiple sub-kingdoms, just like in your usual Isekai. There is the elven kingdom called "Elarion". There is also the kingdom of the demons called "Nefaroth" and the dwarven kingdom called "Khazdurim". My father is an adventurer and my mother works in a tavern. Like I chose, this world is full of mana and magic. But enough information, my name is Jin Smith and I'm currently in the arms of my mother. "Such a cute, little baby..." she said. And yes, I am still really cute. My mother, Elara is really kind but also serious, on the other hand, my father, Thorin is also really kind, helpful but more playful. In this current moment, my mother is changing my diaper... "This is really... disgraceful... I mean, I'm basically a 14 year old in this body..." I thought, "Hopefully, in the future I'll fit in... in the Aurelia Academy of Arcane Arts, honestly it could've gone worse, imagine this happened when I was like 60 or something..." And in that moment, I was put to sleep. Back then I thought it all was very interesting... I never was someone to study a lot, though I'm really interested in this world and want to know more about it. And it is time for me to try magic for the first time. So I waited until my mother stopped creepily staring at me and left the room, then I held up my tiny hand. I tried to recall a spell I secretly read about and I chanted: "Abyssal... Vortex.." it sounded so... powerless due to my baby voice but let me tell you, it was quite the opposite. The spell summoned a swirling vortex of pure darkness that devoured everything in it's path. That is the story about how I almost destroyed our entire house. My parents rushed into my room,
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Eldrin's view:
I checked the piece of paper, this was really the house. "Man, I'm really supposed to teach a 6 year old now... Many parents think their children are above their age in magic, but they mostly aren't. But I'm getting payed and that's not my problem." So I knocked on the door. Some adults opened which I assumed were the kids parents, I was kind, hoping to leave a good first impression, they led me to what I believed was the kitchen table and sat me down across the kid... but something happened that I never felt... was it... fear? Why is this kid's mana so overhwelming? What is this pressure? And then his parents left, leaving me alone with this room, I was sweating buckets, shaking, WHY IS THIS KID SO STRONG?!?