Part 1
As the girls shrills peak another scream is overlayed on top. As her shriek fades the wailing of a baby fills the void that seems to have become my existence. (What is that sound? Why the hell is a baby crying in my ear?)
"EzHjL"
"YzoDd!!"
(Huh? what are they saying? Did I receive a shot to my head? Is something wrong with me forever now?!) As I start to panic thin slits of light start to slowly open revealing a woman with Blood red hair, her face and clothes wet with sweat. Her eyes are a glossy red even deeper in color than her hair. (Man this summer heat is draining the life from this woman!) A man with an incredibly well sculped body hugs the woman roughly as he effortlessly lifts me up. His hair was longer than the woman and was a jet black color with a nice silky look to it. (Who the hell? Let me go!) However instead of what I tried to say the only thing that came out was a babies cry.
(Wait huh? Was that me? How hurt am I-) In that moment a thought hit me like a truck.
(I'm dead aren't I? This is a new body isn't it? How else could this man lift me so easily. Why else are they looking at me as if they loved a stranger like me? No no no no that cant be for real I mean stuff like that isn't real!)
"ZkKlZ"
A woman with animal ears lifts me up and wraps me in a warm towel and cradles me in her arms. She had hair so blonde it nearly looked yellow. She walked around with me with a concerned look in her eyes as she rocked me whispering something I couldn't understand in a soothing voice. (E-ears? Wait cat ears?! W-w-woah woah woah wait a minute this is a blonde cat girl in a maid uniform! Hold on was I sent to heaven instead of hell!? Those cant be real right? They moved!!) After calming down enough to try and attempt to observe my surroundings I notice the homes completely made out of some dark wood. The rooms dimly illuminated by various candles mounted on the walls and placed in various locations. I wanted to learn more but before I could my body forced me to close my eyes and rest.
Part 2
Its been five months and I've finally been able to start exploring the top floor of the home, it being the only floor I currently have access to. At first I thought I was born in a super poor home that was even worse off than my previous life. However after giving all the different things I've seen these past five months I've come to realize that this family seems to be fairly well off, definitely middle class. They have a live in maid that diligently cares for me. Though she's pretty cold towards me. Anyways this would imply that I was born in either the distant past or a future that humanity was recovering from an apocalypse. *Ideally the former rather than the latter* I'm able to look at the bottom shelf of the books in the study to peek at the language, however it looks completely alien to me. I was hoping I could just learn by reading and hope its similar but its absolutely not. Though thanks to the maid and my mother ive been picking up on a word here or there since they read me the same book every night. At least in this life I have a father and a comfortable peaceful life. My mom actually showing me love and affection is a nice addition as well.
As the weeks go by I manage to adjust this body to be able to prop myself up to stand. Its only assisted but the sooner I can walk the sooner I can explore! *Everyone in the home makes a huge deal out of it. Though I tell myself its stupid, it fills me with an unfamiliar warmth*
Around halfway through the sixth month I'm able to walk around on my own. Though thanks to how cumbersome it feels its more like stomping around making it difficult to explore without the maid scooping me up. Though every once and a while I'm able to successfully reach the books on the second shelf though I'm still too weak to pull them out. Every chance I get I make my way to the bookshelf day by day, week by week each time being able to move it more and more. Until one day sometime in the 8th month I managed to pull out the large book that had the coolest designs on its spine.
"ah" I managed to get out as i quickly step back to avoid it falling on my feet.
After opening the page I see weird symbols on each page that look similar to runes along with circles that I could only describe as magic circles. (Wait are my family members cultist?) Before I could think much more of it my mother scoops me up.
"careful there Little Samu you could crush yourself with that!" She exclaims as she carries me away smothering me as she walks.
(Dang so close! I hope that they don't keep a closer eye on the room now that they know..) Though my worries were unfounded as the next time I had the chance the book was already neatly placed on the floor on top of a pallet of blankets and pillows. (I wonder if it was mother or the maid?..)