First fanfic, sorry prologue really short cause I wanted to jump straight to the point. Also sry for bad grammar and spelling english not my first language.

“My dream gone, my sister gone, and my hope gone” he says to the doctor. “Only thing left for me to do now is wait for death”” You might be wondering what I might be implying, let me tell you what I mean Mr Morrison”, He looked it the young lad with this eye full of sympathy. Anthony is the son of a certain noble in the county of Essex but with the spread of the disease known as the Black plague his family had all died from the disease, he always dreamt of being a knight and support his majesty king Edward the third and that was is only hope has he practiced the way of the sword, fencing in particular he the thrill he got when he was facing death. But now he is at his deathbed after being infected with the same disease that killed his parent sister and his fiance Deborah, "this fuckin disease couldn't Even wait another year has I was about to get my knighthood"he said to the doctor,"calm down sir Anthony,you should be shouting","what the point anyway I am about to die".

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"I swear if God gives another chance to life I will eliminate anything I my path to success be it man or disease" he said to himself while the doctor listened. This was his last word as is life slipped away.

He slowly opened his eyes to what he tought was the next morning, but he found it even harder to move, and he was in a strange class prism with a bed that looked to small for someone his height, then he managed to move a bit and saw his reflection , then he shouted in his head has he couldn't talk"why am so small, why do I have a brown skin and wait is that a tail?!!!". He could only think of one scenario"I have reincarnated,God answer my prayers" then he smiled.