“Why couldn’t you have been born a boy! Girls are gross.” My eldest brother curt pushed me into the heaping pile of dung again. He and his friends sat around laughing and pointing fingers. I looked up at the boy that was supposed to be my family and I couldn’t quite recognize him. I know growing up I have always had elder brothers but I don't remember them being this rude to me.
If I remember correctly I had Two older brothers. No... I am the oldest… Suddenly I felt my head beginning to split as two different memories began to crash into me. What is this… those aren’t my parents but they are. Then who is the redhead brother of mine and the younger sister whom I felt very protective of…
“What's wrong with her? She didn't cry this time?” I looked up and realized everything was beginning to grow fuzzy. Everything was getting darker and bright spots began to take over my eyesight. Suddenly everything began to hurt and I couldn’t hold back the scream anymore.
“AHHHH!!!” Finally, all went dark, I was grateful for it.
When I finally came too all it seemed to slowly make sense. I was banished to save the lives of everyone in the world. The gods said I wasn’t meant to be born in that world by this is where I was meant to be in this one. So I was born a Female and when the host of this girl died or her essence died out. Lessons in one's life force and without it you die. Looking back on her memories she was growing weaker with no drive to live. Just like me she was abused and got in trouble for things she never did. That alright. I will live my new life the best I can. No reason to keep on with the life she lived after all… This is now my life.
No maids came to check on me, I disputed it being three full days going by. Checking the girl's memories I realized she never got checked on. Despite being the firstborn female to the Duke of this kingdom. Even if she was born as the third child someone should be here to look after her right? If her memories serve correctly then her mother is ill as well. Slowly I stood and looked around the small room. It was so small it was or had to be an office. Looking around the bed was either a twin or a full size. I couldn’t tell because this body of mine was so small even the normal door made me feel extra tiny. Looking around I sniffed the air. I smelled and so did this room. It smelled like no one cared for this child at all. The windows that had curtains on them looked caked in with dust; the wall hasn’t been watched or looked after as her handprints everywhere. The floor looked to have signs of little creatures all around such as mice and roaches. I felt my skin crawl just looking back at her memories.
I waved my hands at the curtains but nothing happened… is it possible I wasn’t in tune with this body so I couldn’t use my magic?
(Move ap..) I coughed as my throat was thirsty for lack of water and this body needed support. I spoke the power tongue again but softer with not nearly as much power. (move apart) This time it worked as the curtains flew back and I felt a pain in my stomach. This is what it feels like when you use magic past your capabilities… I collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up again it was about the early evening. My body hurt but not nearly as bad when it started. Looking around the room I saw bugs live and dead all over the room. I say the molted skin of many different bugs. If I can't move objects with this body what can I do magic wise? For the seven days, I found I can cast cleaning magic on myself with the bed but if I am so exhausted I sleep long enough for day to become or night to become day. I nodded to myself. That means I have enough magic to clean the whole floor. I did that in small sections to see if I had enough control for the whole area. I was able to control it four times the first day before I felt the pull of sleep. So I realized then I rested the whole night. The next morning I was able to clean three times as much before the pull of sleep nearly caused me to crash to the bed on my back in sweet.
Every time I woke up I realized my reserves were increasing. That was good even though it was nowhere near the limits I had before. On the seventh day, I realized I hadn’t eaten anything and my body was growing weaker the longer I went on. I was able to see everything in my inventory but I would pass out every time I tried to pull something out. It was either because I still didn’t have enough magic or something my magic skill was off drastically.
With a deep sigh, I looked at my person and quickly cleaned myself up to be presentable after two weeks of being gone and opened the door. It smoothly glided open as I walked out of the room. I noticed how cluttered it was and with noise and the maids in a black suit and white shirts were running around. When one of them noticed me I saw the look of shock and surprise. Slowly I became the attention to them all. When a butler quickly walked over to me and gleaned at me.
“What are you doing here? You know a week before important events you are to stay in the other quarters.” He boomed. I could feel his hatred towards me and clearly disapproval of me. I looked at him confused and a maid raced towards me and grabbed my hand.
“Come I will take you.” She said it gently but pulled me extremely rough. I could even feel her nails digging deep as if she wanted to draw blood. When we were out of sight she taught me against the wall. “How are you still alive after this long? IT’s been nearly two months you damn rat… Disgusting!” She kicked me and I skidded down the hall. I was folded in half and gasping for breath when I banged against a wall.
Just breathe… I can heal any damages after I eat. I don't have enough magic to heal me yet. Slowly I gasped for air with the pain of my empty stomach gnawing at itself. Why is she…
Suddenly a boot came down onto my back hard. I heard something of my bones snap as pain radiates through my ribs and spine. I felt someone stomp on my knees then on my arms. When I turned to look up I saw the first brother stomping on me. He smiled with his dark brown hair that was brushed back looking almost like skin. If it wasn’t for the brown to his light caramel skin it would be hard to tell. His green eyes glared at me with more hatred and discussion than the maid from earlier.
“It’s because your mom got sick and is dying! Why did you have to be born at all! Why couldn’t you be the one dying right now! Die already!” He had tears running down his face as he lifted his giant foot and was coming down onto my face. I heard father traveling towards us trying to get to us from the far right side of the hallway.
Is this where I was meant to die? His foot slammed onto my chest forcing me down and snapping my neck with his other foot. Like the snap someone's fingers, the pain was gone and it was dark.
“She will be dead within hours. Now let's go have dinner. I am starving.” I heard them leave but I couldn't see anything. Suddenly I was on the stone-cold ground gasping for air as every part of me tried to tear itself from me. After agonizing pain followed by the sensation of floating in nothing. When suddenly I got the sensation that I was nothing but particles like mist maid of a molecular structure with my atoms and DNA floating about. Not the DNA from the female body from before but the ones I was born with. That must mean only one thing.
I was well and truly dead. I didn’t feel warm or cold. My mind couldn’t connect to anything no matter how many times I tried I couldn’t reach my storage magic. At first, I went through denial. I told myself this was just a dream and I would be waking up any second now. Father would welcome me into his arms and hug me as he rocked me back and forth telling me this was just a bad nightmare. Nearly my whole life had been nothing but a bad dream.
I became very angry after that. I swear up and down in vengeance against them. With every second that grew, I wanted nothing more than to feed father and brothers my foot and enchanted fist hard in the gut. I wanted to show them I wasn’t as useless as they seemed to think I was and I could do better than they had with this kingdom. Just as I wanted to hurt them they way they all hurt this girl. Their sister wanted to stomp my foot on his face so he could see how helpless and weak he truly was, if it wasn't for his sister being so young and not understanding what to do. With nothing but with a burning flame of hatred and vengeance, I wanted everyone in my life who used and abused me and the girl I inhabited. They weren't worth being in the world she was in.
The anger faded as I was suddenly heavy as if I was carrying the weight of many different world-ending problems. My body or mist particles felt heavy and I felt as if I no longer had the strength to carry on. Everything that happened to me was my fault. I should have taken better care of her body and helped her to become a better kid. Father shouldn’t have had to deal with me as long as he did as I was lucky he did. I wasn’t worth the air he breathed. It was about time I died and stopped being a pest to everyone.
I accept my death and if I get another chance I would live my life to the fullest. I would like to make friends and befriend someone I could truly have at my back. With all my power I would protect them and destroy anyone that tried to hurt them. I could protect the weak and bully the bullies.
After what felt like forever, I began to see something glowing in front of me. At first, I couldn’t control the directions I was looking at or pulling the yellow light into focus. I imagined myself opening my eyes and it came into focus. There was a body in front of me that was glowing in multiple colors. It appeared the parts that I selected glowed light green and the rest of the body faded into the background.
Would you like to make adjustments to the muscles located on your thigh? Yes or no?
I had no idea what was happening but if I was doing this right I could play with this manikin. If I was to think about the ideal body and my weakness… Just like that, I was editing everything I thought was odd or damaged with the manikin in front of me. I ended up enchanting parts of the body where it was damaged and looked irreparable. Like the heart and brains for one. The heart looked melted and had some odd curse on it. The brain was practically smashed and destroyed so I quickly took care to repair the damage. I used a skill called magic hands that helped me replace the extremely small niches and be able to pay attention to the micro details. This felt like an intense game for puzzling things together but with flesh and blood. One wrong move or being as much as a micrometer off could result in something terrible. After a bit more time I realized I had the option of changing my hair color and picking even dormant genetics but I couldn’t decide on the ones I wanted. It seemed the silver and raven black hair I could pick from had me toward. Finally, I decided I wanted to just go ahead and use the enchanted hair and body skills.
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Hopefully, that would allow me to edit my body shape or size if I ever found myself in a bind. From the description, I would be able to freely change my ebony skin down to the very color of my eyes. I could shift to change however I pleased including and not limited to the girl's very appearance I took over. When I finally reviewed their flowing human creation I sighed in satisfaction. It looked like me when I was eight years old. After all, the girl was eight and if I was to survive here, I needed to be the same age.
The body would be about 3’ 3” tall. I weighed roughly 95, ebony skin, age: 8, and my race was human. My eyes were brown nearly black. That was how I remember looking at myself in the puddle of water. I looked beautiful and the harsh look in my eyes looked so odd. When I changed my hair to silver the harsh look made me look kind of distant and vacant. Like an airhead. Both looks looked good on me. I changed my eyes to the lilac ones I was born with. It added the aloof feeling I was looking for with the silver hair. Maybe if I am to return to the living I will be able to just live my life? I want to simply be the billy to the bullies and live a good life. More the latter than the former. After all, I am the one who was meant to be born only in this world. If that's the case after all the hardships I went through I must do all that I can just live with meaning.
I was admiring my handiwork when suddenly my vision changed.
Are you ready to revive? Yes or no?
Does this mean to give my life back? YES YES YES!!!! I couldn’t say it fast or quick enough. A warm wind of air wrapped around me and coddled me like a mother bundling up her newborn. At least that's how I imagined it made me feel. Then suddenly some words came across my eyes as I felt my body begin to shiver from the cold hard ground below me.
Hero summoning is completed. Welcome to the Bodri Empire.
I reviewed the words then suddenly with an icon that showed in the center of my visions with a gigantic exclamation point. Thinking of it as like the menu for the item collector which I have to think about bringing it up. It came up the same way. Smiling at my proud work I read over the words a few times before any of it made sense to me.
Congratulations you are now recognized as a Phoenix.
Congratulations you have upgraded to a High Abury.
Congratulations you have now received these skills. Tracking accord, Cracking, reinforce, Brake, element established, enchanting, Earth, Fire, Water, Wind, and Soul.
Skills acquired… organic and non-organic matter manipulation, reconstruction organic and non-organic matter, enchanting organic matter.
Great skill acquired Connection established…. Successful. With all creatures.
Fake-out skills acquired.
Unique skills acquired… unknown
New title… undecided.
Destination avoided... successful. Where would you like to revive?
It would be too strange if I walked up to the house claiming to be someone I no longer looked like. What about where my body was? Surely someone had to be there. I conjured up all of my memories and thought of the location where my body laid or died. Wherever someone is close by so they can see I am who I claimed. I was hoping I would be able to get in touch with my father and brother.
Destination acquired… destination connection successful. All forms of teleportation acquired.
Hero, would you like to know more about the lands you are to help?
If this was the world I was born to be in. I could simply live my life as I please and even better, I had the opportunity to become an Adventure. With that, I don’t even have to care for this world as it is rotten and has done nothing but brought me pain. However, everyone isn’t as rotten as those who were around me. Screw the rest of everyone. NO.
Explanation skipped. Revive In 3… 2… 1… Good luck hero. The worlds are in your hands.
Wait…. I am a Hero? It was too late. I was now shivering on the ground surrounded by people standing around crying. Then I realized there was rain and the sky was dark grey with lightning. The crying I heard not too long ago was of sadness and most women were faking it of course. If I wanted to explain the genetic difference it would be explained away by getting shocked by three bolts right?
With only my thoughts thinking of it suddenly lightning and thunder intensified and the rain began to increase. The thunderbolts struck me, shocking my body, and jolting me violently.
Skill acquired pain reduction, weather control, and thunder protection.
Fearful screams were heard as the coffin I laid in blow to peace as it tossed me onto the dirt. At first, I couldn’t move but when a warm hand touched mine I pulled back. Slowly, I lifted my eyes, and a woman who looked like the child I inhabit looked down at me in shock. Her beautiful green eyes looked confused and lost. When I felt her do a Status check on me Shock and surprise-filled her.
“My baby… she’s alive!” She called out. I blinked confused at her exclamation and warm embrace. “O… Thank the gods you are alive!” She bawled and rocked me back and forth in her arms. Is… she mom?
“M… Mom?” My voice hitched as I felt pain before glowing letters appeared in my sights again.
Skill acquired Self-healing, identification of people
“Yes... I am here.” She looked at me than behind her to someone she called dear. He looked terrified as well as the two boys next to him. “We need to get her inside… She is getting tired.” Mother helped me stand and quickly pulled a cloth that looked to have been on the Coffin I had been revived in.
As I thought about it it was rather poetic. Through the death of her body, I was allowed to be resurrected. I know where the very item that signified the end of her life and the beginning of mine. I prayed that she would rest in peace.
Mother was helping me walk when suddenly a man dressed in all white stood in front of me. He held a staff made from a holly tree and held a paper talisman in his hand.
“May the gods grant the evil creature to be removed from in front of us…” He was performing a cleansing ritual. This was meant to kill all the undead and heal the possessed. I knew if I fought him this would more than likely end unfavorably for me. So I waited for him to complete his ritual. “...Purge that is not living and let it peacefully join the dead!”
As expected the talisman flew from his hand but unexpectedly it didn’t come for me. It went around me and slapped a woman in the face before burning with blue flames. She screamed and yelled for someone to help but everyone backed away from her.
“Create a hallowed ground!” The man in front of me called the other around him. He snatched me by my arm from my mother and threw me at the woman who was crying for help. I was stumbly and barley keeping up when I felt the man save his cane into the ground and place a talesman on it. The priest taught me at the woman's feet and quickly placed him in place. A total of six men had created the circle I now sat on. The round felt different than before. It felt happier and didn't feel so angry if I had to put it into words.
Slowly, with shaky legs, I stood. I was so dang tired and my mother was right there. She was willing to hold me. She was willing to show me love and care. I don't know why but that made me feel happy and all I wanted to do was cry. The wall wouldn’t let me out despite how much I called for my mom and banged on it. I know snot and buggers ran down my face as I called out to mom and banged on the immovable wall. Father held her back stopping her from getting close while the two brothers of mine stood cowardly behind her.
I looked around but saw no way out. The priest called out to someone but I didn’t know who. I looked at the woman who was crumbling on the ground wreathing in a way that didn’t make sense. If she’s human she shouldn’t move like that. I looked at the proud man and my eyes didn’t feel heavy. It felt happy like the glowing ground I stood on. When I looked at the woman it felt as heavy as the ground before it became blessed… She was possessed.
“The child is not possessed!!” I heard one of the men call out.
“It’s too late. We can't unseal this barrier or the demon will kill us all.” I blinked as I realized I was about to die not even three full minutes into my reincarnation. The heck I was going to die! I had years to hold on to my mom!
Suddenly a fire erupted in my belly as I felt determined more than ever take down this enemy. The first of many in my life. I turned to the holy man that had thrown me in here.
“Teach me how to exercise that demon!” I asked and I saw his eyes grow wide. “Tell me what to do! I don't want to die! I finally get to see my mom and this is way too soon for me to die. Please, just tell me. Is it words? What do I say? Or do I have to dance?” I looked at the old man and he must have seen something.
“I will teach you a basic one.” I nodded. He opened his mouth and began telling me how to stand. I now stood with my feet shoulder length apart and began speaking the words. When I got it down perfectly the old man frowned. “You need to create a talisman with symbols… but you need holey paper.” He showed me a talisman with a house, an X then a circle next. Finally, there was a dot there. I committed it to memory but realized I didn’t have the paper or towel to write with. When I asked if I could use the dire he said it needed to be pureed for three days before it could be of use. I frowned as I realized the other men had been fighting with the demon and was slowly losing. How could I not realize that? I didn’t have holy cloth and the cloth I had with me was meant for the dead.
I had no ink to write on but… I turned to the woman whose bones were snapping out of place and her body brack. The demon was now trying to break free of its host now that she was too weak to keep going. What about blood? Her blood had been tainted but mine isn’t right? I ran towards the woman and tripped.
“I cleanse this creature from…” I begged again as I found the piece of my coffee and cut my right palm open. “Leave this woman. I banish you from the world of the living…” Quickly I drew the first symbol on her forehead. “On hallowed ground. You stand…” The woman rolled onto her back screaming in agony. She was trying to get away from me. I placed the X on her belly and each of her hands and Finlay one dot the size of my thumbs on each of her bare feet. “Go free and in peace.” I slammed my palm filled blood over the X as if sealing a letter with wax. There was a shock wave of power that blew from the woman as my palm made contacted me. The demon cried out in pain as it burst from the woman and quickly depressed into Silverlight. The woman now laid motionless, not even taking a breath. Completely excited I feel on my butt.
The clearing was quiet and I didn’t notice the holy man had taken down the barrier till after mother tackled me into her cold shivering arms.
“Mother… your shivering and cold!” She held me tight and wouldn't let go. Quickly I cast a warming spell so I could ensure she wouldn’t get sick.
Shortly after that incident mother hurred me into the carriage and we all rushed home. I was exhausted but I could see my mother growing feverish and she was coming down with something. As we walked into the house I asked the mother to take me to her room. Without hesitation, she led the way. The maid helped her change and gave me a dress to put on for bed. I climbed into bed then my mother did under my request to lay next to her. After that, I tucked her and snuggled close trying to help her get better. In the warm embrace of my mother and the soothing sounds of her soft snores, I feel into a peaceful deep sleep.