Chapter 2: A Cliché Traumatic Experience
How long have I been sleeping? My guess is a long time. Then it came to me. Wasn't I reincarnated? The where is this, did I perhaps die again. What bad luck.
"-0-!!!"
"-sh-wakin- u!"
What is this? It's so noisy
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My eyes abruptly opened and began to take in my environment as the noise continued in the background. Gradually the sounds began to form words as I could finally understood what had been said.
"Arianna! Oh Goddess of light its a miracle!" The ecstatic shout came from my mother. I watched her above me whilst tears came down her face. Turning my head slightly I saw a young girl aged about 5 and looked vaguely familiar. Her bright blue eyes held a feeling of gratefulness and her silvery shoulder length hair waved about with her happy stature. She looked to be an older version of Annalise, then it came to me that, she probably is. Other figures around the came into view, one being my father, who stood next to both my brothers.
In that moment memory of the immense pain before this came to mind. Did I really sleep that long? Looking back at my brothers and sister confirmed my suspicions.
"Darling, can you hear me?"The voice came from my mother who wore a hopeful expression on her face. The rest of them also shared this serious visage as my eyes met with mother's.
"Y-yes" My answer resounded and almost echoed as mother went from happy to ecstatic in a matter of seconds.
Calming down a little along with the rest of my family she asked me another question. "Can you get up?"
Realising that I still hadn't even attempted to get up, I tried to muster some strength and pick myself up. It was a little straining but I managed, however this hadn't surprised me, when recalling my 5 year slumber.
Mother gave me a tight hug, a part of me wanted her to let go but I allowed it thinking of how much emotional strain my seemingly eternal sleep probably gave her. Then and there I decided to try be a good daughter remembering my past life and how little time I'd actually spent with my previous family. Since I've got a chance at a new life I might as well try to accomplish things I got the chance to and much more.
Eventually she let go and began to talk to me about what had happened to me. I was correct in my guessing that I'd slept the whole time, not waking once. They called many doctors which had no idea what was going on except for one which had said that it was something to do with my mana core, but that was about it.
Apparently a mana core was similar to heart but instead of pumping blood around the body it pumped mana. The amount of mana differed from person to person but only around 30 percent of the worlds population had the opportunity to become a mage as most people had very little mana, this included all races.
"But still, I wonder what caused your sleep" She continued. "Oh wait, we can use the status spell!"
"Status. . ."
Dad perks up at this , "I'll notify the priest right away"
The people around me continued to converse about a status spell and other arrangements as I the world around me seemed to darken in my mothers arms. An unyielding sleep took over me.
***
My vision was severely blurred as I try to pry open my eyes. What happened?
Almost as soon as I asked the question memories flooded my mind. Once I'd organised my thought my vision began to clear. The room was the same as I remember and it didn't feel like much time had passed. Maybe a day or two?
I mustered enough strength to sit up and did so with utmost effort. My upper arm strength was the absolute minimal. Not that the strength of my previous body was something to gawk at. What garnered my attention next was the slow opening of the door on the other side of the room.
A familiar figure peered through the door. Her head of silvery white hair danced as she looked from left to right before bright blue eyes connected with my own. Her pupils widened in delight as she scrambled over to me visually excited about my reawakening.
"Aria! Are you okay?" She beamed. To which I simply nodded in response.
"I'm gonna go tell mum and dad." And with that she sprinted to the door, leaving me in peaceful silence. Don't get me wrong, I didn't particularly dislike her presence and I did promise myself that I'd try to be a more sociable person in this lifetime, I just really like silence.
The silence was soon broken by my mother who practically came tumbling through the door, incredibly happy to see me awake. She followed by my father and older brothers Lucas and Wilder.
My mother smiled widely as she said "We were beginning to worry again, when you blacked out on us. But the doctor said that it was just fatigue."
"You really gave us a scare, but I knew that you'd be alight" My father added.Wilder grinned at this before retorting:
"Of course you did, that's why you practically ran around the house like a maniac on meds after she'd fallen asleep out of panic."
In response to his son's little comment he reddened slightly and turned away before clearing his throat. Whereas mother just giggled at him. Unfortunately for Wilder he was left out of the little teasing fest, as Lucas joined in.
"Fufufu, but I guess you'd know all about that wouldn't you Aneki" he sneered playfully, as Wilder looked away his face reddening just like his dad's.
The constant banter and light hearted family moments continued for a little while. During the this I simply kept quiet feeling slightly awkward. Whether it was due to the fact that ,even though they were my family, I rarely knew them or just my inability to interact with others on a social level.
"Aria dear, the priest will be arriving soon to activate your status." My mother said bringing back the main issue. To which I could do nothing but nod.
"How about we get you ready then shall we?". She continued as Annalise jumped about in excitement. In retrospect, I'm actually looking forward to the possibility of and RPG type world as in my last life I never really took notice of such games or any games in general.
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I plopped each foot onto the seemingly arctic oak floorboards. As I pushed myself up to stand, my legs almost gave out as they trembled due to the sudden unfamiliar notion. I grip the sheet I had just lay on to steady myself. A small hand cam into view and my eyes trailed up the arm of said hand meeting the smiling face of my twin sister. She extended her arm further grabbing my hand.
I accepted her help without hesitation. If I was a less of an eccentric as I like to call myself , a slight embarassment may have come over me, when comparing)my current self to my past life. However, I was never a prideful person, I found the ideologies of pride to be quite frank, stupid and illogical from time to time. Always believing that such an emotion would be ultimately, humanities downfall.
After retaining a balanced position for a minute or two, I began to slowly one foot taking a small step. This continued at a slow pace nevertheless by the time I reached the closet door I could comfortable take small step, with support of course.
From this point my father who had had enough and had displayed his obvious lack of patience, picked me up and gave me to my mother in a rushed manner. She sighed and took me into the closet to changes, into more 'respectable clothes' as she put it. Annalise followed shutting the door.
Are~. What this incredibly ominous aura coming from mother. Analise stood at the door sooting my a slightly pitiful look.
***
That was a trauma inducing experience. Apparently, since Annalise was a very sporty girl she couldn't wear skirts and dresses, as they are impractical, I however am another case.
The amount of dresses I was forced into was incredible, I'm estimating it to number around 30-40 complete outfit. What's most disturbing is that they seemed to have been tailored perfectly for me, and they didn't belong to Annalise, so how did she. . . ? In fact, at this point I don' t even want to know. The lack of pride I had did help slightly but I'm guessing that if there was any, there definitely isn't any left now.
In the end she went with a black and white frilled goth lolita dress and tied my silvery white hair into two high ponytails. My sister who had much less of a hassle with her clothing wore clothes of a similar style however instead of a dress she wore pantaloons. Her shoulder length hair twirled slightly as she spun off showing her clothes to her older brothers.
We were currently in a lounge like room, which I dubbed the living room. Feeling tired I hobbled towards a creamed coloured coach. Once sat down I looked over the rest of the family.
My brothers stood by my dad who had his silvery white hair shoulder length hair, tied back into a small pony. His hetrochromic green and blue eyes exulted a a prestigious aura in their own captivating way.Similarly oldest brother Wilder had the dames eyes and was clone of his father, but had fiery red hair. Lucas however had inherited both the black hair and ice blue eyes of his mother. As to where the red hair came from, I have no idea, but it suited his upbeat personality and didn't particularly bother me.
My sister and I sat onthe fence with our hair fom our father. But apparently our eyes coming from mothers side of the family.
A maid peered though the door, and motioned mother towards her. She told her some kind of message, before mother turned round to me and smiled and said happily:
"He's here"