The days passed one after another however the days were not significant it was just the mundane life of Farm work the occasional visit to the sunflower garden that Hanna loves so much. Rei did not even understood why she liked visiting that place but after witnessing the slow and unentertaining life in this world Rei knew why. The fields were located quite a distance away where Rei's mother and father, Lily and Thomas, toiled tirelessly to grow crops. This was because of the fertile land difference between near the house and that part. Rei's sister, Hanna, danced and giggled in the sunflower garden, her laughter carried by the breeze. From a small, observant corner of the world, Rei watched it all unfold, piecing together the fragments of their lives.
Unlike Hanna though, Rei was serious about gathering information than to play, he would hear Thomas and Lily talking countless times and would peice together what they are telling. It wasn't until days of eavesdropping on their conversations that Rei pieced together the new reality. Rei's name was Rei, a fact they repeated often as they cooed over the little one. Thomas was the father, steady and kind, and Lily was the mother, gentle yet formidable. And then there was Hanna, brimming with youthful energy, her face always lit with an easy smile and they lived in Orville Village.
The house was modest but sturdy however it was smelly, though Rei had endured the Jail smell before it was not as bad as this house smell, it had five rooms however those rooms were very small too. Each corner seemed filled with a simplicity but moreover the house itself was poorly built without any concept of geometry which Rei carried from another life. And yet, despite the warmth of the family's affections, a shadow lingered in Rei's heart—a remnant of a past life that refused to fade.
Fear.
No, not just fear—hatred.
It was an instinctual, deep-seated aversion to women. Whenever Lily approached to breastfeed, Rei crawled or toddled away as fast as those little legs could carry, preferring the neutral safety of plain milk. When Hanna tried to play, her small hands reaching out in invitation, Rei shrank back, avoiding her at all costs. This behavior confused them, after all they had not done anything which would make Rei hate him, yet the fear was too deeply rooted to explain.
Instead, Rei gravitated toward Thomas, seeking solace in his presence. He never questioned this attachment, though it perplexed the rest of the family.
One day, while Lily and Thomas worked in the fields and Hanna twirled in her sunflower haven, Rei found an opportunity to explore. The house was quiet, the perfect chance to satisfy a growing curiosity. Rei turned toward the staircase, a daunting task for such a small body. With determined effort, each step was conquered until the upper floor was reached.
There, tucked away in a modest study, was a treasure trove: books. Rows upon rows of them lined the shelves, their spines worn and titles etched in unfamiliar scripts. The sight ignited a spark of excitement. Rei pulled down one book at random, its foreign letters like a puzzle waiting to be solved.
For months, Rei returned to the study in secret, pouring over the text, that infant mind grasping concepts far beyond its years. Slowly, the pieces fell into place.
"Zeltrise is the common language and mother tongue of Astria" the first sentence fully understood, became a milestone etched into memory.
Time passed, and this secret study bore fruit. Within a year, Rei understood the conversations of the family, their words no longer a mystery. By the time two years had passed, not only comprehension but also writing in the language had been mastered.
The progress was kept hidden, for the impossibility of a two-year-old displaying such feats would surely raise alarm. But in the quiet hours when no one was watching, Rei would occasionally try writing on a piece of paper and then bury it to remove evidence.
Little by little, Rei was reclaiming a part of a lost self in this strange, familiar world. But this not only made him better in writing but also physically stronger since he had to go to the 2nd floor to study and return to the first floor to bury the evidence in this baby form.
Having mastered the intricacies of the Zeltrise language, Rei found the act of reading a newfound joy. The words no longer stood as barriers but instead unlocked doorways to knowledge. One afternoon, while rummaging through the attic's dusty collection of books, a particular tome caught Rei's attention: Mystical Magics - Magic Origins, Volume 1.
The leather-bound cover was worn, the title embossed in gold that had long since begun to fade. Something about it called out, igniting a spark of curiosity.
Rei flipped open the book, the scent of aged parchment wafting up. As the pages turned, a world of wonder unfolded:
There were fifteen distinct attributes of magic, each categorized by their complexity and power. Aversion can't use different attribute than the one he possess
The elementary attributes were the foundation of all magic—fire, water, earth, wind, and plant. They were the easiest to grasp, often taught to children in magic-wielding families.
The intermediate attributes—snow, metal, poison, thunder, and sound—demanded more finesse, a deeper connection to mana, and careful control.
At the apex were the advanced attributes—holy, light, demonic, dark, and shadow. These magics were a realm unto themselves, feared and revered, their secrets known only to a select few.
The words painted vivid pictures in Rei's mind, each attribute brimming with possibilities. This was no mere book—it was a gateway to a world beyond the mundane