He once again sat up, but this time when he looked at his body, he recognized it. It was the young man from the visions.

“Alfie Siegel…” He spoke the name curiously, the two words feeling both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

“I am…Alfie Siegel?” He said the words slowly, trying to wrap his mind around the thought.

He had lived the life of Alfie Siegel. He had relived every moment of every day in Alfie’s life. The forgotten memories, either because of time or insignificance, were once again forgotten. The fainter memories were pictures, small echoes of recollection that had little context that sat in his brain. The key memories, the ones burned into Alfie’s remembrance, were vivid scenes that he could play over and over again. The protest where Alfie’s- no, his love had died. Fighting for his life on the battlefield. He could and would remember those moments forever.

He technically was not Alfie Siegel. He was an inventor from Earth who had died and somehow slipped into a new world. He knew instinctively that all that the original Alfie Siegel was gone and dead. Yet, he couldn't help but feel what Alfie felt. He couldn’t help but see the world how Alfie saw it.

‘And White Vision from WandaVision thought he had an identity crisis.’ The man who was Alfie and wasn’t Alfie thought to himself. The thought made him chuckle slightly.

He realized that it did not matter whether he was the true Alfie or if he was some inter-dimensional hijacker. He was a combination of two different dead men, his name was Alfie, and he had been given an extra chance to live.

‘I guess I won’t atomic wedgie the god whatever god was responsible for this.’

Having ended his momentary identity crisis, Alfie attempted to get some rest. Who knew using a berserk spell that consumed one’s own life force could leave him feeling so badly in pain afterwards?

‘Either kill me all the way or stop using my life force, you stupid spell.’

As he thought that, he noticed a short man wearing a flashy gold and white uniform making his way towards him. The attire told Alfie that this was a noble, and the poorly made wig that bounced slightly when the noble walked told Alfie that this was a fool.

As the noble closed the final stretch towards him, Alfie noticed a box of cigarettes and a lighter. Both his memories delighted at the sight, and with practiced ease, he lit the cigarette and took a long drag He exhaled when the noble stopped by his cot, letting the smoke drift over the man. The noble stood there for a moment, waiting for Alfie to greet him. After it became clear that no such greeting would be happening, the noble cleared his throat and began speaking.

“Did your mother never teach you manners, boy? Greet a superior when you see him.” The man said, his voice coming out high-pitched and whiny.

Alfie took another long drag before replying while not even bothering to look up at him.

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“Morning sir.” A few glances through the window had shown him that the sun was still rising.

The noble sniffed contemptuously, obviously unsatisfied with the greeting.

“Fucking mystics.” The noble said under his breath, just barely loud enough for Alfie to hear. In a louder voice he continued. “I am actually here to present a great honor upon you, boy. As much as it greatly pains me, the Lord Protector himself has decreed that you be presented this award.”

Unfurling a scroll, the noble began reading off of it.

“For Alfie Siegel’s gallantry in the Battle of Broken Peak, he receives the God-King’s Cross and is to be officially knighted as a noble in the Kingdom of Satrya.”

Then, with a smile faker than most politicians could pull off, the noble tossed a golden medal onto the bedsheets of the cot. The noble continued, this time with a slight tone of mockery.

“Before you get too excited, you are just becoming a little, itsy bitsy knight. That means you are a boy with a fancy medal. Oh, and after the Lord Protector hears about the way you are acting, you will just be a boy who used to have a fancy medal.”

Alfie looked up at the noble for the first time and exhaled a puff of smoke right into his face.

“Did you know sir, we ‘fucking mystics’ never forget a face?” Alfie asked, referring to the insult the noble had whispered previously.

He already knew from his memories that magic was very much real in this world. Calling someone a mystic was referring to where a certain person’s magic abilities originated from.

“I am magus you low born, why would I give a damn about impure mystics?” The noble replied.

Magus was another term that referred to the origins of a person’s magic. Magi inherited their magic from their parents, with the attunement usually being a one of their parents or a combination of the two. In Satrya, this was considered the best and most ‘pure’ way to gain magic. Mystics, meanwhile, gained their magical abilities by becoming one with a concept or idea. Mystic’s attunements were unique, unable to be defined by a single identifier.

“When I was on the battlefield fighting the wraiths, I saw you.” Alfie said, voice low and cold. “I saw you push a soldier into a wraith’s path so it wouldn’t attack you. Then, I saw you run right off the battlefield. Like I said, we mystics never forget a face. I wonder what the Lord Protector thinks of deserters.”

The noble turned pale and started sputtering in rage.

“You- you dare?! I will have you killed. I will have your siblings tortured and your-” He was cut off abruptly when ball of fire appeared mere centimeters in front of his nose. Alfie’s magical attack had come automatically when the noble had threatened his family. There had been no thought, no logic, just action.

“Don’t mess with a mystic’s fucking family, sir. Just know that if anything happens to my family, I will personally hunt you down and roast you nice and slowly. Now get out of my sight.”

The noble scurried away, proverbial tail in between his legs. Despite Alfie’s impassive face, however, on the inside he was losing his mind. He had automatically knew from the memories that there was magic and he could use it, but it just now set in that HE COULD FUCKING USE MAGIC!

‘OMG OMG OMG I AM LITERALLY JONATHAN STORM NOW!’