Chapter 1: A Cliché Gender bend and A Cliché Outro

A bright light had almost blinded me, as I looked around me trying to make sense of my surroundings. Was I alive in hospital, I can't be. The amount of force from that truck would kill ten fold. But It does make me question as to why it was going at such a speed anyway, it was a school zone due to the primary school nearby. Or could it be that the anxiety of the situation caused me to make a mistake in my calculation. I doubt it. 

  The ear-splitting cry continued. It came from right beside me causing me to try turn my head in hope of finding the source. No matter how hard I tried my neck wouldn't move as I wish. After a few more attempts I gave up realising it was a futile effort.   

Some time passed as a I  observed my surroundings, well as much you could with a stiff neck. The main conclusion was that there was a white ceiling with a light bulb in the centre. Out the corner of my eye I could make out the start to a baby blue wallpaper.

A large woman stood above me. She had Deep black hair and eyes, with a pale complexion. She looked to the side and seemed to pick something up. As she came back up a baby was in her arms. The child had piercing blue eyes and was draped in white cloth.   

"$%£^&*$%H&", the woman began to speak in an unknown language. It didn't have any Latin roots nor did it sound like anything I'd heard before. I'd mastered 23 languages and could hold simple conversations in another 14.   

"$$%$^%&*%£^%$." This time it was a much deeper voice which sounded as a man probably no more than 35 came in. He strode closer stretching out his hands to my sides, lifting me. Very easily.  

"$£^%£%^&(>@~#"  

"%#%&$@<./;'?£$%"  

"%^&£"  

An ongoing conversation began between the two as I continued to look around the room.  The walls were pale green in colour and a window was placed on the right wall. I couldn't really specify anything else as I peered over the grown man's shoulder.   

The child's weep had subsided allowing  a lot more peace and serenity to enter the room. Though the voices spoke they were gentle only adding to the atmosphere. After being fed and put down, I drifted of to sleep.  

A few weeks passed as I gradually began to understand my situation. The language spoken became notably easy to learn, too easy. Recounting all these events, I may be in the body of a baby. Therefore this should be the phenomenon known as reincarnation. Though I was never the religious type, reincarnation was the only plausible answer. 

 After drawing this conclusion I immediately tried to listen various conversations from the maids which would take care of us from time to time. By the collective term 'us' , I am talking about my sibling, Annalise I think. Other than Annalise I have two other brothers. Wilder who's 7 and Lucas aged 5.   

Other than these things I have learnt something new about myself. I had started to have suspicions when I was called the name Arianna, which I instinctively knew was definitely a female name. However what confirmed my hypothesis was the moment of which I looked downwards, It wasn't there.   

How depressing, how so very depressing. It can't be helped, even if I was reborn it doesn't mean I would definitely be male. Although, I doubt it particularly matters since I don't think it'll affect my life very much.  I'd never had very much interaction with the other sex, I doubt I would now.  

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As the days rolled on I came to realize that the dark haired women was in fact my mother. The man being my father. They came into the room once again taking us out of our cots to play with us, I find it a little insulting if anything. Even though it was, I acted like a toddler a best as I could, not wanting to arise any suspicion.   

Learning the basic of the language wasn't difficult , whether that was due to the mind of this body or myself was unknown. Based on word s I've seen around the house It used a Latin based writing system however they didn't have much in common. 

Today we were out in the garden and I mainly sat on a patio type area. This world though it isn't underdeveloped, due to the existence of magic many theories discovered on earth didn't really apply here. So there were vehicles and stoves etc. but these were all run on magic and not electricity.  

When I had fist heard about magic, I severely doubted the mental state of my father, but when he performed it in front of my sister and I  relented.  It had given full confirmation on the fact that I was no longer on earth.  It was either that or the fact that a severe case of schizophrenia ran in the family.

The garden was big, very big. It had a small pond added in by the gardener who had been spending the last few weeks redoing the garden.I suspected it to hold Koi fish of some sort. The house had many rooms most remaining a mystery since I haven't had the chance to look around. From the looks  of it and the maids gossip my father is a middle class noble. It was a Japanese styled house, of a really big size matching the garden. 

Annalise and father were running about in the garden and began calling me to join them. Its not as if I didn't particularly want to, well I didn't but it would add to the whole average child act I have on. But I felt oddly uncomfortable to engage in the activities and could never run for long before becoming severely fatigued therefore causing me to opt against it.   

A little dejected over my refusal, they continued their little games as I continued to observe. Mother wanted me to join as well, but realised I preferred to stay here. She sat there contemplating something, probably about the fact that even though me and Annalise are twins we are almost nothing alike apart from our appearances. Which is mostly due to the fact that as a reincarnated person, I'd obviously be a lot more mature.   

Both I and Annalise had the same silvery white hair from our father. Other that the way we acted the only other way to tell us apart was by our distinct eye colour. Annalise's were a bright baby blue whereas mine matched my hair colour as a deep grey. 

The rest of the day had nothing note worthy in it and neither did the days  following. It was a basic routine of sleep, eat , play or in my case sit. And Like this about 6 months passed. 

It was another normal day at the household And I sat on the patio once again.

Suddenly, I felt a pain in the right hand side of my chest. As the pain amplified I began to crouch inwards on myself hoping for it to subside. I caught the eyes of my mother who came running with a worried look on her face. The painful sensation amplified as I coughed up a little blood. 

"Aria!!!" she cried. " Darling her mana's going out of control!!"  

 Other shouts and  worrisome voices collided with my others mother cry. I felt being lifted as other scramble once father told them to call a doctor. Eventually the all sounds became silence as a everything went black. This happens way too often. . .