My days had become a routine. It was necessary to keep my mind occupied with something useful. The solitude and the small environment take their toll on me. So I put my priorities in order.
The first thing was to fuck the chicken.
The second, learn about the fence
Third, to see how to improve my relationships in the community, well, the landlady.
Fourth and last, exercise my body. My health has improved a lot, but let's not forget how knackered I've been since the accident.
You know how scared I was when I saw my reflection in the bucket of water. My face has changed. Now I have the equivalent of 17 years old. How do I know? You may ask, because the truth is very simple. The same unruly haircut I had at that age. I was close to turning 18, so to tell the rest of the world that I'd soon be a full-fledged adult, I got myself a wild haircut.
The first person who gave me the talk was my mother. The haircut was scandalous enough for a teenager from a good family.
Well now it seems that I have my 17 years of age. With a mind of a 31 year old man. Well, it's not all bad. There are many of my decisions that I can change. A second chance, a recovery of a few years in my life bar.
What I don't understand is how then the clothes came with me here. If I go back a few years, like then my clothes and shoes got here. Another unknown to the puzzle. At the end of the meal there is nothing left but rags. The trousers, an official garment of a beggar. The shoes were the thing that endured the most punishment.
The other thing he hadn't noticed was that there was no moon. As time passed and I didn't fall asleep easily, I was able to appreciate the stars. I have never been a fan of learning the constellations. That the moon is missing, that does trigger an alarm.
This is definitely not earth. Although if you notice three satellites, which I suppose are not artificial. Both reflect sunlight, and to the naked eye they look like baseballs.
My day began with my tour of the perimeter of the farm. It was part of my training and recovery of mobility. I could already maintain a trot. “ ! I'm getting better ! ”
The lady left the house and is carrying something like a circular tray, with a radius of about 15 centimeters. In the center was a purple crystal, surrounded by circular writing. If those weren't runes, I don't know what they are then. The pattern was quite complex.
The typical sign she made with her hand, identical to the call to deliver the meals, was what I received from her.
As you extended the puck, then try to grab it with one hand. In the end he was offering it to me. At the touch of the hand and the surface of the device, the crystal in the center lit up and the runes began to flicker rhythmically.
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The lady smiled at me, with a tender face that I had not seen before. As if it were his beloved grandson that he was welcoming, with sweets and soft drinks.
The first thing is that a spark jumped between the disc and the glass. From then on, what I felt was someone hitting me on the head with a hammer, as if I were a blacksmith. My eyes went searching for something inside my skull.
Images of characters I hadn't seen before flashed through my mind, between the pulsations of the veins on my forehead that grew larger and larger. I felt like my mind was turning off.
What happened next, that as if you let go of a doll that you were holding in your hands, it just fell over, gravity in action.
After noon, the sleeper woke up, in a rustic room, inside the house. The lady was sitting close to the head of the bed, with a bowl of fresh water and some rags. The head was still dripping water from the "wet wipes."
-Good afternoon, traveler-, were the words of the lady.
My answer was short – I love my mommy. The lady began to laugh out loud, slipping from the chair, due to the loss of strength, from laughing so much.
"It worked," he said calming down.
"The assassination attempt," I told the lady. She was looking at me seriously now.
His new words were:
-You understand me now-
Like a bolt of lightning, I froze, my back starting to sweat. "what the fuck"
-How is it possible that we understand each other?, I asked the lady.
She tells me softly pronouncing the words.
-My name is Mariak. Petroflit and I am the village midwife. I live on the outskirts, on the northern edge of the forest because my situation with the villagers is not the best. You can understand me because I used a pre-empire magic tool.-
As I watched her, taking in everything she told me, she continued to hit the iron while it was hot.
-Whatever tool you use, it's forbidden in the empire, if the smallest word gets out of this, we'll both end up under interrogation in the basement of the Vladskin Inquisition . I need you to keep your mouth shut about this.
-You are supposed to be able to have a vocabulary of 1500 words, since the “ Intek ” and “ Conceptik ” runes do not support more charge of magiparticles.-
"What's your name, foreigner?" She asked me, looking into my eyes, as if searching my soul for the truth of my next words.
-My name is Liam Miller, I had an accident in a $%·&, when I was on my way to a quarry.-
-Wait, what is this about runes, magiparticular and the empire?, I asked with surprise.
His answer came soft as the wind. – If you have a last name, it means that you are a noble, a magician, a magiparticle manipulator or a member of the church. What organization are you from, Liam Miller? Also, remember that you have a limited vocabulary, keep it simple.
I realize that "van" is not something that exists here.
-I do not know what are you talking about. I am none of that. A surname is a surname, we all have at least two. What's so weird about that?-
If the look before was penetrating, now it wanted to burn my soul. Mariak now started gesturing several times in an attempt at words, but no sound came out. After several unsuccessful attempts, he tells Liam :
-What is your full name?-
- It 's Liam Miller Taylor, nice to meet you Mariak -
- You're royalty, but from where! Never listen to that sovereign country !-
- Everyone I know has two surnames. - I told Mrs. Mariak almost offended. "You don't think I'm an orphan, do you?"
After five long minutes, Mrs. Mariak got up and left the room. After another 2 minutes I return with several leather scrolls.
-From today, your name is Liam Petroflit , forget your last names. You will understand little by little. You are the only son of my illegitimate younger brother and you have no more family than me. We will see the details later with calm. Clarifying your doubts will take time, that's what scrolls are for. They have the basics that any villager knows. It will also serve as reading practice.-
Without further conversation and with more doubts than clarifications, I am left with my head in chaos.
"I guess that thing left me with more than just a vocabulary imprinted on my mind, too," I sighed under my breath.
Dinner was brought to my room. This time in addition to the meat there were some vegetables that I did not recognize. Apparently the new status of "nephew" no longer made me a farm animal.
I looked at the stack of parchments that were neatly on an unprepossessing table in the room and sat down in front of them. Simply grab the first one, untying the leather thread that kept them from opening.
I always took great pride in my reading, summarizing, and planning skills. Everything went overboard. My "aunt" gave me a long, disapproving look. The floor with several of the scrolls lying on it. The table was a total mess. I didn't even realize it was daylight already!