Half a year later.

It seems like I truly was reborn…

Nick was my name now. Not like I could remember the name I had in my past life.

I also have an older sister Sophie, who is 1 year older than me. My father Sylas and my mother Amber were still a mystery to me. I don't know how someone could be so beautiful in this world or at least I never saw anyone as beautiful as them in my previous one.

I don't know if it's something normal in this world or if they were both great beauties.

My mother was like the goddess Juno while my father was like Apollo himself. They looked like a divine couple that had to come down to the mortal realm to live a life. Of course I knew this was not true.

Now half a year later I roughly understood the language they spoke. Of course I still couldn't speak but my baby muscles and brain only allowed me to pop and sleep and eat all day long. If i had no other choice I would have run off a long time ago due to embarrassment.

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The most surprising thing was when I saw my mother light the firewood with a fire that came out of her hand! It-It was magic! I couldn't believe it, magic! Magic for real! I too read those fantasy novels and stories of people going around spouting fire balls and controlling wind or flying. If I could learn to do it. I could truly have a happy life.

Then the realisation came to me that… I always sucked at everything and no matter how much I tried talent and prestige was a wall that was impossible to breach through or climb over. If i had no talent what was even the point of trying maybe i might just take my life and hope i die for good.

Although i will never know if i don't try to do it. So in the next few months aside from the normal baby things like popping and sleeping I tried to cast fire like I saw my mother do.

3 months passed and I tried everything I could think of, I tried calling to gods and demons and I even tried to do like one edgy black haired ninja and breath out fire threw my closed hand.

But no matter what I could never see even a spark or a blase. I was beginning to despair when I heard my mother say that they should do a certain thing called "Affinity test" now that my body could handle it.

I couldn't understand most of the words she used after that but it seems quite magical so this may be my saving grace.

Both me and my sister were taken to the garden and while my mother took out some weird flowers from a bag my father took a crystal clear glass ball and put it in front of my sister.