MAGIA LYCORIS

~Prologue~

This atmosphere was odd and grim. Nothing in proximity as my body succumbed further into the abyss.

Nothing to stand on, just engulfing down into the currents of a strange ocean style environment. As each breath got deeper and harder to take. Alone and with no path to take back into the surface and into my normal every day life.

What happened, everything seemed perfectly fine for majority of my life?

Looking back into it, I didn’t have many friends as the more I grew the more isolated I seemed to become. Most of the friends I’ve seemed to hone just came from nothing. One simple conversation that led to countless more, and a relationship of give and take.

Yet my current situation seemed unfavorable with no logic or background.

Where I now stood came so abruptly, much more as I don’t recall anything into making my way to an ocean. Instead I remember that I had just laid upon my bed awaiting to slumber the night away like any other.

Oh right, that did seem to happen?

It was dark but before I even stepped a foot into my bed, a sharp object impaled me from behind as a whispering voice gave a silent speech that didn’t reach my ears and I’d fall over to the ground. The last thing I laid my eyes upon was a shadowy figure that launched above my crumbled position and stabbed continuously through my body with not a single chance of letting me stand or defend myself.

It was a painful experience, but now that is all over.

Still, my current situation led to nothing. It was empty and just being here is hurting my head. From all angles around me there was nothing but a sinkhole that led to nowhere. Normally I’d grow into fear of falling down into a large pit, but that didn’t seem to be the case here.

I’d grown to accept this outcome though the question bloomed in my head ever since I found myself in this position, for exactly how long have I been in this never ending cycle. When will I be reaching the end of this large and ongoing pitfall that seemed endless and leading to nowhere.

Now that I think about it, growing up has been difficult from all sides than just friends alone. I was basically an outcast to my family, practically I don't even know who my own parents are unlike my sister who maintained contact but never mentioned our family. It's not because she couldn't, but I just never showed interest or asked what they may have thought about me throughout the time they abandoned me.

Basically it was a driving factor into why I had grown to be a lone wolf through life, but I still wonder about my killer. Just who were they and what relationship did I harbor with them was it a good one or a bad one to led to that drastic event.

"......"

Strange there are voices, but their location is nowhere near to me. Instead it sounded so far, and for some reason I found myself at ease with the strange and unfamiliar sound despite not knowing who it was or where it even came from. It was soothing, almost soft to my ears and through all this darkness a single white light in the form of a small circle formed over me almost pulling me forward from the downfall I had gorwn to experience and accept as my new every day life.

The voice spoke some foreign language I had not once heard before, yet it seemed that by the second my brain grew to understand each passing word more clearly. Each voice got more sensible that I could now tell how many were present, it was that of a woman, and a man as the voice of another woman spoke softly to ease the pain of a struggling woman in deep pain.

My senses which seemed completely nonexistent at first started to regain their former glory as a weird smell swept up my nostrils. Not only that but everything around me felt tight and stuck in a small and cramped space that seemed to forcibly push me further into the light that vanished to redness. My eyes seemed blocked as a slimy texture tightened them closed and my arms were stuck with my lower body leaving no chance of cleansing it away.

"A little more, almost there."

The sound of the struggling woman grew louder and echoed through my ears, and the calmness of the woman who traced my body remained silent. Hold on, this is rather strange.

A struggling woman, and a woman guiding the woman to push ahead as my body exits the prison of the unknown.

This is....

"Its a boy."

My body was liberated out from the source of a prison as a deep and profound surge of pain engulfed my abdomen. Afterwards a towel coursed through my body, removing all signs of slime and all that felt sticky and tightening throughout my entire bodily flesh.

Soon enough I was able to open my eyes, though the majority of everything remained blurry as movement sent me to the arms of a laid back woman. I continued blinking the blur away to catch a better glimpse into who held me in their arms in the now small sized body I seemed to inhabit. Then after, I left out a gasp due to what laid out before my very own eyes.

A beautiful woman of young age, possibly around her twenties if not late teens. Her long light brown hair stood out as it hanged on each of her sides reaching down to her large breasts. She wore a blouse which from all the actions and outcome of the moment signified she went into labor. Her face was naturally that of a beauty, light toned skin with hazel eyes and sharp but soft eyebrows. She almost looked European with a mix of Korean and Japanese imbued in her.

She had a warmth in her, as she laid out a smile to my astonished baby face. My thoughts laid truth, but for some reason I couldn't help but feel it wrong to inhabit this infants body. After all, doesn't this mean I took the life that another person could've had and experienced years of life on their own.

"Isn't he a little cutie pie."

"Of course he is, after all you're his mother."

A man appeared with a buffed up appearance and had a terrifying gaze to the first sight. He lowered himself to his seat rubbing his hand over my forehead. Noticeably of him, he held similar features to mother though his brows were much more rough and his eyes seemed sharper. His hair was overall short except for the pony tail that hung around in the back, which I haven't seen in men in modern society other than in fictional stories.

He was blonde, but more so dirty to the point of almost being a light brown color with not much beauty to fawn over. His eyes were light purple with a mix of blue in his iris. Unlike the woman, otherwise my mother he had a scar over his left eye, but no damage inflicted directly at the eye itself. It helped build a more fearsome look, but his attitude is rather the opposite.

"Wonder what he'll grow to be. A swordsman like his father or sorcerer like his mother. Either way, I will carve my sword skills into his skull."

I take it back, that's downright horrifying.

No point questioning though, these two are now my parents. Now I can't help but feel joy deep inside me which seemed to be the missing factor in my past.

This was new to me, having parents laugh among one another while sharing their moments with me unlike what occurred back then. Wonder how this new life will unfold the longer I remain a living force here and grow to know more of the world. Hopefully it isn't just a dream, which is already unlikely considering how real all of this feels.

"I will now take my leave. You can pay up in the village clinic and they'll send me the fee."

The nurse, rather young altogether took her exit not giving me much time to see and examine her as her movements were quick causing her to disappear immediately.

Now that I examine my overall surroundings, the house is made of wood with the source of light coming from a lit candle. There were no light bulbs or even electrical wires hanging around for electricity which I had grown accustomed to see. No plugs in the walls only mounted plates for candles to hang on when lit for light to fill the room.

Much more the clothing father seemed to wear were exactly more old fashioned than anything trendy for a athletic enthusiast. Though judging from something I overheard earlier, this isn't a normal world similar to the one I had grown accustomed to. This on its own was a new world, one that I have no historical records to look upon much more knowledge about.

Sorcery wasn't a thing in the modern era I am from and Swordsmen are typically things of the past after the mass production of firearms which proved swords useless after a vast amount of time had passed. And if these things are the normal and daily things of the world, then this is a place I was never meant to inhabit!

"Hmm, auburn blonde hair with rose gold eyes. What would be a fitting name with his little cute face."

"Don't think of anything cute. Last thing I want is him growing older to detest the name we've given him."

Wow, thanks for the save mother!

Can't imagine handling some cutesy name as my identity for my future. After all growing old and possibly into a body builder type of body would be meaningless for a childish name. Though I have no plans in creating too much muscle, considering the consequences of having such a body and health later in life.

I should maintain an above average body, healthy enough to last some decades not including the downsides of several indulges. Should treat myself every so often instead of making myself a sugar hungry monster in late life stages.

Looking around, this place could be somewhere in a medieval setting as some decorations stood out abnormally. In the walls several swords were hung, wood and silver crafted swords and only a few had a matching shields to add more detail. That wasn't the only thing, in each corner of the room laid orbs in pedestals without shields or protection from robbery. Compared to one another, the orbs had their own distinct colors. Red, green, dark brown and blue and if my hunch is correct stood for the four common elements of the world; Fire, wind, earth, and water.

"Ilysia, that's the most I can come up with at this point."

Father claimed his choice of a name to mother who briefly thought in the clouds while holding me much closer to her face, eyes directly into mine. Doing so, made my heart accelerate considering this was the closest I have ever been to any girl or woman alike.

She only smiled, which seemed so pure and peaceful.

"That will fit perfectly."

They came into terms with the name Ilysia, considering I could only accept due to my inability to talk and state my opinion on the matter. Being truthful in the to the subject, the name is perfect only issue to me is that it sounds and feels too feminine. Which I know for a fact that I am by no means a girl considering the nurse stating I was a boy and the new little buddy that is hanging around in that area.

Though, I have nothing against this name. After all it's the name given to me by my two loving parents who stood differently to the ones I grew up with in my former life. Yes, this was just the perfect name for me, no complain for anything.

For now, I am too tired to keep my eyes open so bedtime now will due me just fine.

Goodnight, mother and father.