Pitter-pattering rains troubled a thatched roof as it held out bravely. The roof needed to be brave and steadfast, because below there was a newborn, undisturbed by the noise and calmly sleeping away.
And despite the wind howling at the walls and the structure of the village house threatening its inhabitants, the small boy kept to a rhythmic breath; until he didn’t.
Suddenly, a drooling face was replaced by one of focus and attention. The boy was not a boy anymore, despite his appearance. A focused gaze crept through the room, landing on the logs of the walls, the ground, the ceiling, the furniture, the door, and the crib he himself was lying in.
What appeared to be an expression of comprehension filled his face and he closed his eyes again, not to sleep, but to think. Seconds and minutes went by without the boy moving. And when he opened his eyes, they were peaceful, like those of a death row inmate accepting his fate, before a grin corrupted this serenity.
With his thoughts, the little boy proclaimed to only himself: “This day finally came; my fantasies have been heard and God found it fit to grant me this opportunity. Do not worry, I will not disappoint.”
“My ambition shall contain the sea, the land, and the winds of this medieval land. Oh, tomboyish knights, sultry assassins, big-breasted queens, and pure village maidens wait for me, for I shall come and save you from the clutches of arrogant nobles! Divine swords heed my call and come to my side, it is time to conquer and a general leads from the front!“
Satisfied with his inner monologue, the little menace went to sleep.
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15 years later
Today marks the first entry of my, Glendon Price’s, diary.
I have now walked this new earth for 15 years in which I have experienced again the joys of growth. I have lived with different parents and grew up alongside different people. My second life was different, but also the same in so many ways.
With this new life also came regret and nostalgia. I still seek to remember the people I once loved and the memories I once had. So, I compiled this book, of which this diary is but one section, with all the experiences I could still remember even more than a dozen years after my first death, I hope the second one will not come too soon.
Every once in a while I remember different parts of my former life, sometimes these memories are song lyrics, sometimes the contents of a book, and I even have the theory of relativity written down somewhere. I cherish these tidbits of information very much and I hope that I can move forward with the surety that these memories are safe here.
And move on I will.
Thankfully, my intelligence and education have served me well, even in this less-developed world. I exercised as soon as I could walk and have continued to do so to this day, even compared to the guards I am no lesser. I learned to read and write the language of this land as soon as I could find a teacher, and now I find myself in a rather comfortable position.
I am a scribe, responsible for the organization of the city's budget under the chief of the treasury of Arlon of the country of Eblos. Although all of this took sacrifice, it was not always my own. My parents of this world supported me in this venture with their meager capital. They are nice people.
Alas, soon I will be ready to abandon this favorable position. My ambitions persist and I have not seen enough of this world to be comfortable yet.
Every night I go to bed and every morning I wake I look longingly toward the arming sword I have bought myself with my first pay. It has taken me some time, but do not worry maidens of this world, I have not let go of my dreams.
In just a few months' time, I will have enough money to buy a suitable horse and enough gear for my adventure to start.