A small dirt covered figure limps into the cover of a cobbled alley way, enveloped only by a three sizes too big shirt and the rays of the setting sun, the brown eyes of this child dull with exhaustion.
They collapse with a flop onto the alleyway street and shuffle into a sitting position against one of the brick walls, it doesn't take long until the child falls into unconsciousness, and eventually, stops breathing entirely.
Pain, it's often times what I have had to wake up to, but it's not often I have to wake back up to this amount of the stuff, warnings from my body plead with that familiar want for food, chapped lips and a rotting taste in my mouth have me regretting not brushing my teeth last night.
The weakness in my limbs is nothing new, but it's not common these days, my whole body is trembling, something that only happened when I was way scrawnier.
a nostalgic fear creeps it's way into the parts of my mind that are awake enough to realize what that implies, this shock quickly wakes the rest of my mind, and I snap open my eyes
A cobbled street enters my view, though, it's so dark out I can't be sure it's cobbled at all, there aren't any lights to see by, I can only partially tell because I'm sitting on what seems to be a collection of rocks
'Where the fuck am I', I say as I start subconsciously undergoing the first stage of the grieving process and starting to have a panic attack at the same time.
'Ok, what's the last thing you can remember' he thinks to himself, trying to keep things from getting too much worse.
'Umm umm, I remember that I was driving back from work, I was tired at the wheel, I knew I shouldn't have been driving but I had stayed for the paid overtime, it was the holiday season so the other guys decided to spend time with their families, I would've called-' he thinks deeply, not letting himself dive into what should not be thought yet,
Suddenly, out of the subconscious mind of this new body pops a collection of memories, scattered and inconsistent, these memories both did and did not help the young man process what was happening.
'Who is Shepard? That is not my name' a part of himself thought in confusion.
'Maybe it's the name of the body I'm inhabiting? And what's this glowing book stuff about… clovers?' Over whelmed with the new information the scattered thoughts started discussing with each other,
'Oi quiet down back there, know it all!' Said one of the delusional voices that lay their rest inside this brain.
'Wait, clovers on books?' He says to himself
'Ah, yes… first comes faith, then comes loyalty, thirdly comes love, in the fourth lies good luck and something more, in the fifth lays a deamon and all of its lore' says a part, wiser than the others.
'So I'm in the world of black clover, or the person that inhabited this body before my unwilling take over just so happened to only remember that work of fiction' said a more reasonable side, trying to rationalize himself out of a panic attack.
'Why is it that we can only hear him when we're having a panic attack? He just makes things worse with his total lack of empathy' says a side that has no idea what their talking about.
'Hey, guys? What's up with this body? We're clearly starving but, it's like theres some kind of film over the hunger, keeping it back almost, like a second skin or something.' A part of the mind that attempts to use personal analysis to get out of the- 'could you shut the fuck up? We all know this shit, man, we don't need it narrated now do we?' Said the crazy side clearly speaking to no one in particular
'It might be magic,' 'oh right, like magics the excuse for everything…' 'no really it might just be this time! Remember, this is black clover, a world known pretty much only for its various forms of magic, even children can use it, and I'm pretty sure we're in the body of a child right now' said two parts of this now-has-to-be-acknowledged-as-factually-shattered psyche.
'I wonder what magic we will get' said the part that was using the escapism of the moment to drown out the still ongoing panic attack'
'Hey guys… what was our name again?' Said the part of our psyche that just made things infinitely harder to control and keep calm, thanks for that by the way. (fuck you)
'WHAT' said most of the amnestic's mind before moments before chaos erupts…
"Focus." Said aloud.
'What's there to focus on? Hmm?' 'Right, what are we focusing on,' 'mayhaps the stars can show us the way… they have done so before…'
I look up towards the sky and see a tapestry unbidden by light pollution, one glowing with purples and dark blues, a godly sight, one of which I'd have only seen pictures of in my previous life, but, as beautiful the sight is, none of those stars layer patterns I recognize, therefore solidifying the thought that I am no longer on earth, and thusly no longer whom I once was.
It is a thought, as freeing as it is panic inducing, that my family will never see me again, I-I will never see them again, my cat will go hungry and my bills, unpaid, I hadn't thought of the need to update my will, and therefore all of my mortal possessions are rightfully owned by my mother, whom is dead, and shall instead be placed in the hands of, the government….
This body is dying in six different ways, and with scattered memories of living in a church, only to be kicked out once they found I did not seem proficient in the usage of magic, indeed, the likelyhood of me going hungry is one that has already come to pass.
It is the staying hungry that shall, hopefully not be my doom, as it and the internal injuries were to the last host of this shell, may he rest in peace where ever he may be.
With the odd feeling second skin that's not really there but still kinda feels like it is, forthwith labeled as 'magic' I try to cast the most basic spell I know even children of this world can cast, known as magic bullet.
A small divot of glowing blue light appears in my palm, slightly illuminating my surroundings and providing the fact that, yes, I am in a cobblestone alleyway.
I look at myself under the glow of the bullet in my palm and all I see is a very dirty and tattered shirt, I shuffle around expecting to find a pair of some kind of shorts, but no, I'm only wearing this shirt, well, at the size it's at, it's more of a dress, going all the way down to my knees, it doesn't really hinder me, and as long as I get some underwear it should be fine to use until I get some better clothes.
Also, here I once had six things elongating from my torso and lower torso, now I only have five, meaning to say…
"My penis, it's gone!" I say with horror in my surprisingly squeaky voice
And it's with that realization, I slump once again done onto the ground and fall unconscious from the continuous shocking events.
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This is gonna take a while to get to canon so, if you wanna get there quicker find a different story, this ain't a sports car, the only 0 to 100 in nine seconds we'll be experiencing are the twists i shove down your throat, I hope you don't have a gag reflex.