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The last thing I heard before I died. It was not something grand. I did not pushed a child away so that it could evade a nearby truck, no it was way more normal.

I just droved over a cliff, I did want to end my live. In my hole live nothing good happened to me.

My parents abandoned me and I grew up in an orphanage. I was adopted by a couple as I was five but they did it just for the money they'll get from the state.

I lived my live in a small room with another child, the couple had 5 other adopted children. We all got regularly beaten up and my school was not better.

I had no money and my so called parents didn't gave me some, they also didn't pay for school trips. This resulted in me being an outsider and then being bullied.

A I did a part time job but the school had a no part time job rule. It came as it had to come and my bullies from the school found me at my job, they told the school administrative and I was kicked out of school. By foster father has beaten me almost to death this day. He then threw me out of the house.

I had to find a new job and a new place to live, which was not easy with my age of 15 years.

Luckily an old lady found me sleeping at the side of the street, she took me in and I helped her with the house. In return I was allowed to live in the attic, her house was small.

I also found a job where I could work as a minor. Live was good for a few month but one night, as I returned from my job I found the police in front of the house from the old lady.

The neighbour pointed at me, screamed something about me killing the old lady and me coming back to the scene. The police men arrested me and I got into jail. It turned out that they found some evidence, something like fingerprints at the knife which killed the old lady. No one trusted me and my lawyer was not really good.

I got 10 years as I was a minor.

Jail was not good but also not too bad, at least I got something to eat and a roof over my head.

I stayed out of gangs and even got to know a woman through the internet. Her name was Eliza.

We quickly fell in love and I began to study for a my school graduation, so that I can find a proper job and live with her, when I get out.

I managed to graduate with good grades and got out earlier.

The first thing I did was telling Eliza the good news, she was strangely silent but I didn't notice it at that time.

So I got out and droved to her location. I rang the doorbell but not Eliza opened the door, a man opened it.

He asked me what I want and I asked him if I'm at the right place and if an Eliza was living here.

He then got angry and hit me in the face. I felt my nose breaking and I felt down.

He then spat at me and said I had to fuck off and never come back, Eliza was his girlfriend.

It hit me like a train, Eliza just played the whole time. I am just some stupid boy who felt into her dirty game.

The man closed the door and I sat there, crying.

Then I thought that everything in my live is bullshit. It might be the best to end it. Which brings me to the start. I droved to the nearest cliff and killed myself.

And now I'm inside a warm and dark place, sometimes I can hear sounds but they are muffled.

I lost my feeling of time and I already suspect that this is hell, but why am I in hell? I never did anything wrong.

Countless time later something different happened, the walls in my dark space began to move and I could hear muffled screams of pain.

The next thing I felt was the walls that started to push me into a direction.

The screams got clearer and I could see some light, am I going to get out?

A last push and I was out, the light was blinding and I could hear some strange sounds, it seemed like someone is talking. I something large grabbed my leg and I got hit on the bottom. It hurt and I began to scream, more chatter and the thing that grabbed me at the leg gave me so something else. It felt a little wet but soft and reassuring at the same time.

I noticed that I was quite drowsy and felt asleep.

Some time later I woke up again and felt extreme hunger. I couldn't open my eyes and was also not able to move my body, which frightened me, so I began to shout but only a high pitched cry came out. Is something wrong with my voice?

Something warm picked me up, it must be gigantic if it picks me, a 1.9m tall man up.

My head got pushed on something that felt like a pinöpel and I don't know why but I started to suck.

Warm liquid came out of the pinöpel and it dawned me. This tastes like sweet milk, am I a baby?

I once heard that babies are instinctively sucking at everything that feels like the nipple of a breast.

And this pinöpel truly has a similar form. I never sucked on one but I know the form.

Three weeks later I was finally able to open my eyes and as I feared, I was reborn into a place without technology. There is no light and the house is made out of stone. My mother looks young, not older than 18 and is really pretty. My father has the same age as her, he is friendly but doesn't pick me up. He once tried but the moment I moved he looked as if he has immense fear of dropping me, so he gently put me back down.

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The years passed and I got 4, my father who is named Paul and my mother with the name Miria are really nice parents. I'm their first child and they try hard to do everything right. Good for them that I have my old memories, so they can't do much wrong.

It took me two years to fully grasp the language, it didn't helped me that my mother only talked to me in baby talk. And my name is Rufus, Rufus Chevalier.

Two years later my father said at my birthday that he'll look for my magic attribute. I almost chocked on my food. Magic? This isn't the earth? Magic is real?

It turned out I have a high attribute towards water and wind, this is really good. My father said that most people only have a minor attribute and then only towards one element.

It also seemed like my father is something like a minor noble, this is way better than the normal people but it's still only a minor noble.

My father got the small city Harlmo to loom over and has to collect the taxes.

But we aren't rich, so they could not afford to pay a private teacher.

They said that there are magic academies in the country but they have high requirements. The easiest had a requirement of 50 points in one stat.

Oh right I forgot to mention the status, it's a plate that tells you some information about you.

This is mine.

Name: Rufus ChevalierAge: 6Level: 1Title: NoneRank: GStrength: 6Intelligence: 17Agility: 5Wisdom: 16

My dad said that my intelligence and wisdom are really high for my age and that he wants to train me in [Mana Manipulation]. He said it will help me to control my mana and that it's necessary if I want to conjure spells.

Five more years passed and I was able to cast ice and water spells without a conjure. But only a few large ones, they heavily drained me. Once I conjured too many spells and blacked out.

Anyway I started to help the farmers outside of the city with watering their fields and they were able to produce more crops.

One year later a woman in a robe came into the city and began to preach about a church named Church of Carring, it's a church about helping others and doing the best of your live.

It sounded too good to be true but a lot of people started to believe the woman.

It seems like the Goddes of Carring is a young female elf that has power in all regards, might it be physically, magically or even with crafting, she can everything and it's even told that all her skills are on the tenth LV.

Oh yeah, there are skills, [Mana Manipulation] is one of this skill, each skill has a LV the higher the LV the better your control with the skill. It's said that LV 10 is the highest LV and only reachable by gods. This makes it unlikely that this girl really has this LV. If it's true that only gods have a LV of ten and if it's also true that she has said LV than she might be one, but I don't believe in gods.

And religion was never something good.

Almost a year later something terrible happened, a demon came into the city and demanded to know of the location of my home. A man came said that the demon looks truly frightening. My father, who was once an A-Rank adventurer, before he got the minor nobility, grabbed his sword and armour and rushed out.

The demon came shortly after and he really looked like a demon, red skin, large bat-like wings and sharp teeth in his mouth.

He demanded to know the name of this family and after that said that he wants me.

My dad began his attack as he knew that the demon wants me.

But dad was too weak, the demon killed him like he was an ant.

Blind with rage I run out, at first to my father. Where I noticed that he was already dead. The demon muttered something about me being too old and then tried to leave.

I shouted at him and conjured the biggest ice spear I've ever made, I shot it at him but he flicked it out of the way.

And then it got hot, truly hot. The demon conjured a fire pillar and I felt my intestines boiling, my skin ripping and my eyes evaporating. The pain was truly high but not as high as the pain I felt seeing my dead father.

Live truly never had anything good for me....

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Hi, this short story is only there for a funny background of the fifty-second chapter of my main story. Please leave an opinion in the comments.