Word of warning I'm actually a bit afraid, but I'm basically going to be creating my own history. So think of this like an alternate reality medieval earth.

Also I want to announce, I have thought up a way to make this story a continuous type of story until I run out of juice. I will have this MC reincarnate in multiple words and building his own history on each and every world as a general.

So think of it kinda like lord general Throtand here, reincarnating into multiple worlds some with magic, some with ki, some with none.

Also some may not like this but I won't use any historical figures or names. This is my world that I am creating and here I am the god of this fictional world and I tell the story of my people :).

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In a castle, a baby was being born to the king. Screaming could be heard throughout the castle's interior, to the balcony's, to the hallways all the way to the throne room.

The King is pacing back and force, worrying about his heir. Sure he may somewhat love his Queen but in this day and age love is like an appetizer.

King: If anything happens to my heir I'll feed you all to the pigs!.

Servant: Don't worry your highness, the child will be born safely.

King:He better! or else you know what happens.

The servant get's pale and redoubles her effort into making sure it is a safe delivery. The screaming dies down suddenly a babies cry is heard, the king charges into the room and finds his Queen and child safe.

Queen: He's going to grow up to be very handsome look at the fierce look he has in his eyes.

King :Haha he takes after me true king material my prince is going to be strong!.

As the king and queen were celebrating the birth of their fierce prince, the baby was shocked by the events.

(Baby: Why am I here, where is this?, this is not the battlefield or the gorge, why did I hear a baby screaming. Why can't I see, I feel like I am being held up, why do I feel so weak and tired)

As you may have guesses this baby is Throtand General of the last world!. As Throtand was falling asleep the King and Queen gave him his old name Throtand! it decreed by fate.

Queen: He's asleep what should we name him my king.

King: I'm in a good mood haha, let's name him Throtand it sounds like a strong name!.

Queen: I like it, it is gods will that he has this name.

The King and Queen were happy, this is their child, someone who would grow strong and powerful and lead the Kingdom to many great victories.

(Throtand: Why do I feel uncomfortable I'm hungry, no ones coming guess I gotta get it myself. *struggles* It's no good I can't move guess I gotta yell for help.)

A baby cry's loudly causing the Queen to wake up and run over to take care of her child.

Queen: Are you hungry? here you go drink up.

(Throtand: Not how I expected to be fed but...wait why did I sound like a baby when I was yelling. Wait I definitely died in that gorge after killing that traitor so....I sound like a baby but I died...I'm being breastfed but I died...I was reborn!)

As Throtand was experiencing a shocking revelation, he was unconsciously drinking when he finished he burped and fell asleep.

Waking up Throtand started to pay extra attention to the world around him. It looked somewhat like his old world but he cannot feel mana. Is he a cripple?, no can't be according to what little he could understand he was a prince, royals cannot have faulty bloodlines.

Accepting his reality Throtand learned the language at a moderate pace, he also saw what his mother and father looked like. His mother had dark brown hair, that looked almost black and droopy hazel eyes. She always has a gentle expression.

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His Father the king had fiery crimson hair and a trimmed beard, his face was sharp and his expression fierce, his eyes a dark navy blue. He always looks ready for a battle he has a muscular body, and many scars. (Author:Redheads exist so this hair color isn't taking liberties.)

He also learned while passing a mirror that he has droopy hazels eyes and crimson red hair almost the color of blood. He inherited the best of both worlds the droopy gentle expression of his mother and the fierce haircolor of his father.

Days went by with the same routine, while flailing around trying to crawl he finally succeeded at the age of seven months. When he learned to crawl he would go everywhere vanishing from sight, his mother would constantly worry for him. (I don't actually know when a baby starts to crawl so I'll just say 7 months.)

One day they found him looking at the books in the royal library, the queen thought he wanted to be told stories so she read to him every night.

(Throtand: This is bliss, gentle mom, a father to be proud of and being read to every night. Being a baby is wonderful if you don't consider the less savory aspects.)

Queen: Throtand grow up to be kind and strong, never let this world corrupt you.

Throtand was very moved by these words, so moved that he decided to base his entire new life off these words. To be kind yet strong, to never let the world or his surroundings corrupt his virtues!.

As Throtand aged he had more to think about on his mind, he wanted to practice his sword sooner.

When he could walk at the tender age of one and a half years old he started to toddle around daily, trying to build up strength. Everyone else thought he was just strong, eventually he decided to say his first word.

Throtand: Mama.

Queen: *Kya!* did anyone else hear that his first word was mama! I'm in love all over again I will spoil him rotten!.

(Throtand: Sorry mom, but I won't let the world corrupt me like you said.)

Nothing exciting happened in the following days he said more words, practiced and aged, it was a very fullfilling lifestyle for Throtand who loved his new life and his new parents.

Days went by and Prince Throtand grew now 3 years old, he runs around the castle daily playing with swords and messing with the noble courtiers. He grew to love his new mother, and to an extent his new father though he doesn't like him as much.

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Ok that is it for now. This is the setting this is where throtand is born and raised, medieval earth my version no magic or anything though no worries and I won't go making up nations all will be real but also very um made up? in a way. I'll try and research medieval earth and make it as normal as I can but I'm waaaay too lazy to try hard on that aspect.

I just hope you all enjoy this and it put a smile on your face.

Sucks to be you guys but this grammar thing takes alot out of me so I only do it for the story. My words before and after the chapter have no grammar MWAHAHAHAH!.

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I hope this was an improvement over last chapter. I used considerably more periods!.

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English class was something I never focused in I always said to myself I can speak English why do I need to learn it still!. Kids are dumb like that XD so I gotta self study this junk.