I was sitting in class speaking with my best friend when it happened. My life came to an end.

Lucky for me, it was quick and painless. Still, the panic and fear I felt was unimaginable. 

When I took a glimpse out the window, was when I saw it. A Nuke. It eradicated my city and took the lives of many, ruining the lives of others. I felt regret for not achieving more in my life. I knew I was talentless, but still, I wanted to know what it was like to be popular. To be loved. 

When my regret had reached its peak, I realized I still possessed the ability to think! Is there an afterlife? Will I be sent to hell or heaven? Are there video games in heaven? 

While I was asking myself these very important questions, there was a weak source of light, and it was getting stronger with every second. It kind of reminded me of the light at the end of the tunnel, so I focused on it even more. Without realizing it, I was moving towards the light. When I reached the light, I was blinded. Blinded?

How can I be blinded if I'm dead? I opened my eyes and saw two people. A man and a woman looking down at me. At first, I thought I was in a hospital. That I had miraculously survived. I wanted to move, but it was very challenging. 

I somehow managed to move my arms. Looking at my arms, they were small. I didn't understand. What was happening? The man and woman started to talk to me, but I didn't understand them. Even the language they were speaking was foreign. For some reason I was very exhausted and could not control myself, so I fell asleep. When I awoke, I was somewhere else. I didn't recognize the ceiling, and for some reason it was made out of wood. Unusual. 

The woman from before came and easily picked me up. How? I weighed 70 kilograms. For her to be able to pick me up with such ease! 

I tried looking around and saw a woman holding a baby. The woman holding the baby closely resembled the woman who picked me up, I thought. Wait... isn't that a mirror? WHAT IS HAPPENING? WHY AM I A BABY? 

Right when I was having my well-deserved freakout, I saw the woman shoot fire from her hand to light up some wood under a pot. My mind went blank. Then arose just one thought. MAGIC!? That is when I realized that it wasn't just the language that was foreign, the whole WORLD was foreign. The first things to come to mind were all of the fantasy novels and stories that spoke of reincarnation. Was that it? Was I reincarnated? I could have gone crazy thinking about all of the possibilities. Was I really in another world? Were there maybe races other than humans? What if maybe, just maybe, there were elves? Pretty elves with big—NO, there was more important stuff to think about.

Weirdly, it was somehow easy for me to accept this situation. 

After a few months, I started to understand the language, even if it was very limited. It became clearer than daylight that I was reincarnated into another world. I came to the conclusion that the woman and man I saw were my parents. Partly because they kept changing my diapers and looking out for me, but also because I actually felt like they cared about me. It was the first time having someone who cares about me. It felt nice. 

About a year passed, and I had learned the language. At least the oral basics, that is. I decided to try and teach myself this language. After all, I was a student in my previous life studying should be easy. 

That statement would prove to be false in a matter of few hours of studying the language. But nonetheless, I was still able to make progress. Every now and again, my mother would catch me with some books and think I was just playing with them. It was no easy task. It took me a whole year to be confident in my abilities of the language. Learning how to walk again was an even bigger hurdle than the language, because it was something that I did without thinking in my past life it was very frustrating to fall. 

My mom was a very beautiful young woman with brunette hair and hazel eyes. She was caring and had a smile that would make you forget about your problems of not being able to walk. My father was a tall, muscular man. He had menacing eyes but a heart of gold. Even though he didn't show it, he was a sensible man. Sticks and stones would not hurt him, but words? He would cry as soon as mom looked at him funny. Thankfully, I had inherited the beauty of my mother and the strength of my father. My parents would not call me by name, which I thought was weird. On my fourth birthday, I asked my parents what my name was. They told me that my name would be revealed on my fifth birthday. So I waited diligently. 

We were a loving family, always eating together, playing together, and sleeping together. A few months before my fifth birthday was when I was allowed to go outside for the first time. It turns out we lived in a kingdom. Our village was far from the capital in a rural area. Farms covering the most of the village. I decided to explore my village.

While walking through the village, I stumbled upon a few children. They were playing some games. 

I was jealous. In my previous life, I didn't have many friends. 

So I went up to them and asked them if I could play with them. At first they were hesitant, but seeing as they didn't know me, it was understandable. Still, they allowed me to play with them. I had so much fun and promised them to play with them again tomorrow. I went home, and the next day I was excited to play again with my friends. For some reason my father told me that I was not allowed to go outside that day. That made me mad. I had just found new friends and made them a promise. I didn't want to break my promise. Unable to understand the reasoning of my father, I asked him why he was doing this. He seemed sad when I asked him. I didn't think anything of it. My father was a crybaby after all. He then told me that yesterday, while I was asleep, the village had suffered from an attack. There were casualties. Hearing that, I realized this world was just as dangerous as my last one. There was going to be a funeral ceremony for the dead. My father made me attend even though I didn't want to. At the funeral i kept looking around for my friends. I thought maybe they might also be here.

A few days later, I went outside again, searching for my friends. I searched the whole village but to no avail. My friends were nowhere to be found. 

That was when it hit me. The caskets at the funeral were way to small. Those caskets were for children. For my friends.