We arrived in the neon land on Friday, April 6th. The move was very easy, just preparing a few suitcases with clothes and personal belongings. I mainly brought, as personal belongings, 3 laptops that I had won in competitions, an IBM ThinkPad T20 from 2000, which, although it was already 2 years old, was one of the best for professional purposes at the time, a Sony Vaio PCG-X505 that I took to competitions for its slim and elegant design, it felt good in my arms; and an Apple computer I won last year, the Apple MacBook that, although it had software limitations at the time, was very good for home entertainment, and why not, to show off having a Mac.
Since we didn't have to worry about housing or furniture, the company that hired my mother provided us with a two-story residence with 4 bedrooms on the second floor, 2 guest rooms on the first floor, plus a living room, dining room, kitchen, and bathrooms upstairs and downstairs, a large backyard, and a 5-meter front garden, there was no garage, so the front garden had room for one vehicle. A big change of life, from our small house to a large quasi-villa. Even with the legally-won cash prizes and scholarships, although we weren't poor, we weren't rich either. This change to a big house feels good.
Although the selected location is a bit far from my new school, 3 metro stations away, in our research, among the possible homes offered, this house is located in a good district, which, although not close to the city center, is very safe, since many high-end people live there. Buying a house of this size is not cheap at all.
And it seems that with the little information there is on the internet from 2006, it shows that the town of Kuoh (駒王町, Kuō chō) is a very quiet city, although that is if we ignore certain "paranormal" details that I found in some blogs, but reading more deeply, it seems that events of this type are very common throughout neon.
They will say that how can a ten or eleven year old do this kind of research in a foreign language? They forget that in my previous life, as a big, important CEO, even though I say that I didn't travel all over the world, but at least half of it, learning languages had to be done not only for business, but also languages whose novels and series I enjoyed in their original language. So it is not surprising that a little genius also learns multiple languages, it could already be considered common, and my mother, not to be left behind, also had to grit her teeth and study languages, which helped her a lot in her university career at the Faculty of Economics.
But enough about the house. Mother and I used Saturday to get everything ready so it would look like our home, and Sunday to walk around the neighborhood, meeting neighbors and places of interest, such as service stores, bus stops, and subway stations.
On Sunday night, we celebrated my birthday with a small cake, since due to everything that happened in the last month, due to the arrival of my loving father, a party to celebrate my new 11 years of life could not be organized. I don't know if now that I am in a country in the east, the letter from Hogwarts will reach here.
"Christel, my daughter, don't you blame me for bringing you to an unknown country?" said my mother Lluvia, looking at me with her blue eyes, while with her hand she took the strands of hair to be caught behind her ears. My mother is very beautiful, gorgeous and sensual. She is a distillation of her family blood, descendants of a community from northeastern Europe. Light blue eyes, platinum blonde hair, and skin so white, but without looking unnatural or sickly.
500 years of descent, in a community that was escaping European persecution, looking for a paradise to live in, which is why they were very isolated, only trading with the locals, but not allowing them to integrate into society. 500 years of generations that were assimilating themselves, a closed society that continued to transmit their blood and beliefs until the end of the 20th century.
Inbreeding, I don't know. But my mother was one of the first to break that tradition, bringing into the world a son who already carried only half of the blood of his community. But despite everything, they always said that he was the living image of my mother in her childhood, an exact clone of her, the same hair, the shape of the nose, the small body, and the shape of the eyes. The only strange thing was the color, one that is impossible to exist. Pink eyes are stranger than yellow and purple eyes. Eyes that should not exist in any of the family branches. A detail that everyone decided to ignore.
"Mom, my family is only you, and no matter where we go, as long as I'm with you it will be my home, and now we have a big house." Giving her the most sincere and tender smile that, over the years, I have managed to control. In my previous life, I was always in a huge, but empty house. Now I have a family, and even though I am a mother I am satisfied. And not only that, the grandparents finally ended up asking my mother for forgiveness and accepting me as their grandson or granddaughter (let's not go into details) and my mother in recent years has been very happy and smiles more than when I came into the world.
Just having a new family gave me the motivation to grow up as fast as possible, but also to watch my steps and not bring misfortunes, I always repeat to myself: -I'm not alone now-. But despite that, due to my own circumstances, my previous life and that, just like in the past, I have been forced to create bonds of friendship with those of my age again. I mean, I don't have contemporary friends. As they say, geniuses are always alone, maybe that's the reality of my life, except for two... but let's not go into those details either.
"My little girl is the best, the most beautiful, the most affectionate, the treasure of my life and the one I love the most." And between kisses and kisses, and hugs and squeezes, my mother showered me with affection, something I am already accustomed to at 11 years old.
"But honey, you promised me that at your new school you would try to make new friends. I don't want to see you leaving school and locking yourself in your room doing your experiments anymore..." my mother said as she held me between my old piles of food. 'I'm surprised that they're still the same as when I . . . ' Pushing strange thoughts out of my mind, I focused on the subject and looking into my mother's eyes I said.
"Mom, I promise you, I'll join a club and bring friends home, it's not like I don't join a group, school forces everyone to do it" giving my mother the best smile, but with my dead fish look, since having to suffer through studying again. going through kindergarten, elementary, and now high school in the neon country. The only thing that supports me is that now it's an anime style school. The bad thing is the uniform, remembering that now I have to wear the female sailor suit, that suit that I loved so much in many anime characters, now I have to wear it myself. My dead fish eyes became drier.
"Well well well, my daughter is so cute and obedient. Do you want mommy to take you to school tomorrow. . . " my mother would say as she smelled my hair and hugged me in a technique that I think any gentleman would drown in a happy ending. Obviously my mother knowing my thoughts about a school and my knowledge had to push me to continue in the course of a school year, which, according to many psychologists, was the best way to support a child with superior intellect in adapting to common life and the normal world.
And I don't blame her, it's the right decision, seeing all those series about child geniuses and how they grew up.
"No need mom, we already practiced the subway route, from home to school, from school to work, and from work to home. I know where all the police booths are and I have the cell phone you bought me with a country SIM." He said while trying to escape from the snowy peaks. There are people who say that the worst death is by drowning, but there are many men who will say that they prefer to die trying to conquer the highest snowy peaks.
"Well well well, my darling is the most intelligent and independent..." my mom said while showering me with kisses and hugs. The truth is, although I preferred her to take me to school, the house we chose was almost halfway between her work and my school, our destinations were different, so I didn't want my mother to take me to school at 9 in the morning when she should be in her office at that time.
"Mom, let's enjoy the cake you bought me and rest so we can start our new life tomorrow OHH!" I said the moment I escaped from my mother's arms and to improve the atmosphere of our first weekend in an unknown country and raise our spirits for the new life that awaits us.
"My daughter is so smart and beautiful and she is absolutely right woo woo" said my mother in a new attack of kisses and hugs that I am already used to and I treat like a stiff fish between the tentacles of an octopus....
After going through the semi-11th birthday party; welcome to a new house; new job/school; and wishing for a new life in a promising country, I was dragged to the second floor bathroom, which I have to say people know how to live in the neon country, a bathroom I had only seen in animes-mangas, but as big as a room, with its sink part, private toilet, a partition for a shower and a custom-made tub for 6 people, you can practically swim in that place with a depth of 50 centimeters.
These are measures so that an 11-year-old girl with a height of 130 centimeters cannot be in this type of tub without supervision, but as a mother she said: "I will protect my treasure more than a pirate protects his." I remained silent, what more could I say with those slogans.
And as I said, after sleeping in my new and now configured room for the third time, I lay down in my new bed, with all the quilts and pillows used for the third time, and because of the nerves of going to an anime-type school, I didn't sleep until I saw the clock strike 3:33 in the morning.
....
A cave, with a smell of fresh but dirty blood, but still a smell of dirt from thousands of years ago, a ceiling of about 7 meters high with a passage of 30 meters wide. My thought is that, this is not an ordinary cave. Apart from the part of corpses of some strange red-skinned creatures around me, I am now in some kind of...
"What the hell is going on here?!" For some strange reason I felt anger from the very core of my chest.
~clap clap clap~ I punched the wall on my right side in an attempt to vent. My breathing was labored, the smell of blood and rot permeating my lungs. Until I saw him.
"A thread..." not threads intertwined with a glow that fades in one direction that runs through the walls of the cave, thin threads, in which, if I concentrated on a person, I could see them, of different colors, and if I concentrated, I could see the sky full of these densely intertwined threads. Since I can remember in this new life, I began to see these threads, and each time I had the ability to see more and more clearly these threads. And although I did not understand them in their entirety, I understood a few of their capabilities, for example, the real people who were supposed to win the contests and the ones I had stolen from them. I managed to see some threads that faded and disappeared.
But now I see a series of threads that intertwine and at the same time flicker as if they will disappear in no time. It is as if they are telling me that if I do nothing, they will just disappear.
'What do you want me to do? Break through the cave wall. Stupid threads.' I thought as I looked around and saw corpses of strange beings that don't exist in my world, but somehow seemed so familiar. Suddenly, a death cry was heard, like that of a wounded bear, growling angrily at an enemy.
I don't know what it is about, but I understood that someone or something entered this place and began a massacre against the beings of this cave. When I observed the corpses, I could see a series of holes in the bodies, and many broken arrows lying on the floor. As I walked along, without wanting to follow the signal of the fluorescent threads, I arrived at a place where I heard all the noise of a battle.
'Fool of me.' I thought as I saw that I had arrived at a kind of lair, deep inside I saw a kind of red-colored being, with fur clothing and a wooden staff, shouting and pointing towards a location. The same location where a series of monsters were crowded in a bottleneck, since that passage of the cave only allowed the passage of two people and at most three of these red-skinned dwarf beings.
At the entrance to that cave passage were two tall women in fur clothing and carrying spears as weapons, attacking the series of red-skinned species that, somehow, over time, came back to life. A detail that I realized was the work of that larger red-skinned being with a wooden staff in his hand. From the back of these two women with spears, arrows shot out, and sometimes, spears wrapped in fire, or ice arrows.
Although I didn't know what was going on, suddenly seeing the corpses on the road and the situation at the front, a video game I enjoyed years ago came to my mind. Among my thoughts, one of the two girls on the front line couldn't withstand the pressure and lost to the attack of a revived red dwarf.
This would surely lead to the annihilation of the entire group of warriors, if it weren't for the fact that somehow in my reaction, a bunch of spears rose from my side, from the many broken arrows and sticks thrown around me. As if by magic, they flew like rain falling on those beings and the largest one, who seemed to be the leader.
Saving those struggling girls, but at the same time, making me fall into an irresistible dream.