As I open my eyes, I realize that I wet the bed again, I get up and make my way to the maids to tell them about it.

They help me change and get dressed for the day.

I go down stairs for breakfast of fruit and oatmeal. Then I go outside to the kennels to play with the dogs. I follow the kennel master around so that I can take care of my own dog one day.

Soon enough something interesting happens, today they are getting a delivery of sheep and goats which will be housed near the kennels, so the kennel master is coordinating with the other groundskeeper on the delivery. The animals are delivered by a large carriage. They told me to sit on some tall barrels and not to disturb them while they move everything around. When they finally get everything into its rightful spot, I go over to investigate the new animals. The new fluffy sheep, the proud big horn sheep, and the shabby goats. There is one particular goat that caught my eye, it’s one all the other goats are avoiding, as I go up to it to pet it, it rears up and charges me I cry out as it bowls me over.

As I fall my head lands on a stone in the ground and then I’m out.

I wake up several hours later in my bed. I have this terrible headache. What are these memories? I’m remembering a whole other life that I live with the name of David Goldwhite, but my name is Christoph Aurum Arrhenius. Well, I go by Aurum but that’s not the point! What does this all mean…?

“It’s taken me a few days, but I have come to the conclusion that I have reincarnated into another life”

This life is full of magic and wonders I could not have even imagined. After some introspection I have realized that my personality is more of David, but David is dead I will have to accept the life of Aurum.

It’s a sobering thought.” But for now, I have play with the kennels and learn to read. I rise and look around my room, with nice wooden floors of a deep brown I have a strange magical light at the top of my celling and the glow of morning has begun to shine through my window this really speaks to the sophistication of the civilization I am now a part of.

I walk to turn on the light. I have a light switch, something so mundane in my old life but is so novel to see in my new one. Imagine someone invented something of the same design in another world. I guess great minds think alike.

Waking to dress I pick up some nice robes, which seem to be the fashion of children and the old. My parents wear more sophisticated clothing with pants and blouses. I suppose robes are easier to clean and wear for the old and young. Leaving my room sets me in a nice ornate hallway with rugs of nice threat consisting of a solid color of black.

As I walk down the stairs, I see my mother who has brilliant blond hair, and says “come and sit down for breakfast Aurum”.

As I sit down at the large table, I can barely hold my excitement at the feast laid before me. With mountains of French toast, waffles, oatmeal, granola, and a multitude of assorted fruit.

As I happily much away my mother beings to explain things to me. “my goodness Aurum, you have been acting differently ever since you hit your head, is everything ok?”

“I’m feeling alright, but honestly I’ve had this headache since I’ve woken up.”

“Oh no, this is awful, would you like me to have the servants make you a cup of willow bark tea?”

“That would be great, thanks mom.” Shortly after, the tea arrived. It helped to bring my breakfast to an end.

“mom can I spend some time in the library?”

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“sure dear, just make sure not to take any food or drink in there O.K.”

“O.K. mom” and with that I was off racing to the library.

Gazing at the selves in the library I looked for anything that would help me better understand this would I am in.

I find an atlas on the bottom shelf in the corner, which seems as good as any place to start learning about the world. As I pull it out, I notice it has the word atlas in bring gold letting on the front over what seems to be red reptile skin.

“weird flex, but O.K.” I thought.

I open up the atlas and begin to flip through the book. The pages are a thick and the black ink stands boldly on them. The atlas details the known world which consists of five contents, Okeiba, Hikibia, Adrena, Velsema, and Valeska. I am on Velsema, though I’m not quite sure where.

For the most part I had no problem reading most of the words on the page. Aurum had been in tutoring since he was 6, I’m 9 now and my tutors say my reading and writing skill are advanced for my age.

But this language is totally wild. Like its someone smashed Latin and Chinese together, it’s going to take a lot more work to figure how to properly read and speak like a functioning adult.

I’m just glad that I have all of Aurums memories so that I don’t have to start from square one. The next book I select is The Basis of Magic. As begin to read I quickly realize how futile my effort is, I can sound out the words and discern what they phonetically sound like but that still doesn’t put me any closer to understanding what any of these words mean or what this book is talking about.

I’ll try asking my parents or get my tutor to teach me. I spend the rest of the day running around in the woods and around the house.

Well this world’s equivalent of Monday has come around and I am still no closer to understanding the basics of magic in this world.

I asked my parents over the weekend and they changed the subject on me. So now it’s time to grill the tutor for some answers.

I’m sitting at my desk like a good little boy when he walks in. My tutor is a handsome man about 25 with light brown hair and forest green eyes, skinny and at about 5’8’’ strikes and impressive figure.

“Good morning Aurum” he starts

“Good morning Atkins” I reply, “Can you teach me about magic?” I ask.

He looks up at me at this question “I don’t mind devoting sometime to the question but what got you curious, you always seemed to shy away from harder magic studies before.”

“I’ve been thinking that magic is really cool and it’s important that I devote time to properly understanding it.” I responded.

“That’s a mature outlook you’ve come to” Atkins replied.

“I find that it helps to take a global prospective when talking about magic to put things into context. There are very few masters on magic but there are many people who have some expertise in magic” Atkins started.

“Almost every noble is at an intermediate level of expertise in magic, that is to say they can operate magical machinery, are magically literate and can cast spells that are of some complexity.”

“How advanced are my parents? When I brought up, they subject they changed the subject” I asked.

Atkins gave a wry smile “It is probably due to the fact that your mother cannot use magic. When she was born, she was tested and was it was reported that she was a once in a generation genius with her magical potential. So, a rival noble clan had her poisoned, killing any chance she had of fulfilling her destiny. Of course her parents didn’t take this lying down and successfully put together a coalition of noble family to petition the powers that be to strike down the Chevreuls, the family that had your mother poisoned, and killed every man in the family, and had the women and children deported to a land where they didn’t speak the language with the promise that if they ever returned they would be killed on site. I imagine that be why your mom doesn’t really like to talk about magic she never got to do what she was meant to do.” Atkins finished.

I was speechless, his story shocked me to my core I didn’t know what to say. I slumped back into my chair and closed my eyes.

After internalizing this knowledge for a minute, I opened my eyes. “Thank you for telling me” I say as firmly as I can.

Atkins takes the hint that I’ve had my fill on the subject of my mother and begins to explain the subject of magic in the world.

It is for the most part a standard introduction magic permeates everything in the world, nobody really understands it all that well, but people have cobbled up some interesting was to manipulate it and can do some truly awesome things with it.

Magic seems to be driven by intent, in effect it is the physical manifestation of our will on the universe. Some people use it to develop mana cores within them to use a source of power, other practice manipulating free mana in the environment, and others use it to further enhance and strengthen their bodies.

There seems to be a myriad was to use magic with no way being more correct than the other, it just depends on how hard you work to develop your will.

After the explanation on magic Atkins proceeds to cover the regular topics of study and I’m left alone to work on my homework.