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I am now 3 years old! Being a girl still scares me, but I am slowly getting used to it. Wouldn't it be interesting to see what'll happen in the future? This is what I tell myself. And it isn't like my siblings from my past life will come to this world to laugh at me.

Slowly opening my eyes I squint at the bright light that shined through the single window coming from my right. The small room only the size to fit a double bed is extremely bright. I sit up, my chin length white-blond hair slightly brushing my cheek. I blinked my eyes sleepily and once again was amazed that I am here. Even after all the days I spent on Wen, I am fascinated and amazed in how I am here, existing. In this new world, in this new life, I will live my second chance. With a smile emerging in my face, it suddenly collapsed.

"Well, if I can get out of my house in this small town of Reaspear," I frowned.

In the 3 years I have lived in this new world, I have not come out of this house once. It was incredibly boring, with no books. Books were, after all, expensive because of the prices of paper and ink. There is no way my poor family could afford books.

My mother had tried to entertain me with magic. The small fireballs were interesting, but after looking at them for days I have gotten bored.

Worried of my confinement my parents had hired a tutor from the town. An old woman from the neighboring village named Vena. She was hired with a single bushel of strawberries a day. When I have heard that, I have laughed. The strawberries now had a use didn't it? Anyway, she apparently knew at least some math and history. And that was enough; she teaches me things in the afternoon for a few hours.

Sighing, I quickly got out of the wooden bed. I slipped on a itchy cheap wool dress. At least it was dyed, from berries, but still. I opened a creaking door and entered the "living space," that's what I called it. The room is a living room, dining room, and a kitchen in one. I can't really call it one or "living-dining- kitchen room can I?

Smiling, I walked on the dirty floor. I silently sat down on a dining chair and waited. Looking out to a nearby window, I can see that it is around 8 or 9 o clock from the position of the sun. My father had probably already gotten to the fields or the woods. My mother is probably doing some shopping in the central market. Waiting patiently, I looked down at the scratched table. Sighing of the everyday routine.

Time passed and a creaking door signified the arrival of my mother. Quickly turning around I see her. With her blond hair bounded in a bun, and a basket holding eggs, bread and some spices. She was turned around so I couldn't see her face. She nodded and whispered something. She turned and jumped, surprised at the sudden appearance of myself. She quickly brightened up and put the basket down on the dining table.

"Zana! You have wokened up!" She had a slight glint in her eye. "Zana I want you to meet someone." She took her bread from her basket, carefully picking it up. A single loaf of bread can feed my family for 3 days.

Tilting my head, I said, "Someone?" Interest lighting in my eyes, someone to "play" with!

My mother smiled widely, "Yes!" She looked at the door and said, "Heia! Come in with your family."

With the invitation, a tall black haired woman with a even taller black haired man came in with a small girl sandwitched in between them. The whole family was black haired and pale skinned. Their eyes was a lovely gold, rich and bright.

The tall woman smiled, stepping forward. "Victoria, this is your little girl? Zana wasn't it.... What pretty white hair." With a graceful step, she was in eye level with me. "I heard you were favored by the gods..." With a question in her eyes she muttered.

Then the man also stepped forward, "Victoria, where is Milas?" With a polite question and a slightly cold air, he asked a question. His eyes flickered to me and then back again to my mother.

Not bothered by any of it, Victoria just smiled even wider. "Ahhh..... Long time no see Lucas, hasn't it been 6 years?" Laughing she continued, "Milas is in the woods today."

The woman looked up, "Isn't he a farmer? Why is he in the woods?" Surprise colored her tone and voice.

"Yes, but the Goddess Luna taught him how to hunt." With a glance at the surprised woman she continued. "It's a long story....." With a sigh, she starts to put away the spices from the basket.

With silence as a reply from the couple, Victoria, happy by their arrival to Reaspear just told them to sit. She just started to begin speaking until she noticed the children again.

She looked at me, "Zana please play with the little girl a bit okay?" At the end of the sentence she started to look back at the guest, Obviously wanting to talk to them.

I raised a brow. 'What's this "little girl's" name?'

Turning to the girl, I said, "What's your name?" 'Being blunt is nice. It get rids of awkwardness.

'The girl also seems to be around the same age as me. Will she be a good friend to hang out with?' I looked at her, to her silky black hair to her seemingly expensive black shoes. I grimaced, 'She won't be snobbish right? I don't like those kinds of people.' I glance at her head to toe once again. 'Maybe not, she's still too young, if she grows up with me there's no way I'm going to allow that! It's annoying!'

She shyly bowed her head and with a quiet sweet voice she said, "My name Daina...." She faded a bit in the end. I can see that she is very nervous, I bet she hasn't been speaking to a lot of people in her life.

'Not a snob!' I nod in approval, not that the girl really needed it.

Brightly I said, "My name is Zana! I'm 3 years old; how about you?" With a child like curiousity I asked. I made sure to be as positive sounding as possible. She is really nervous, clearly with her blue dress crinkled from her hands holding them tightly. On her head, it almost seem the black bow on her head bowed too. It was a comical sight.

"I-I am 3 too....." She tilted her head up in the end and I could see a small nose and mouth with wide gold eyes. Her short black hair, like mine, covering most of her eyes. Currently, her pink mouth is in a frown.

'Oooo~ how pretty.' With a thought I smirked, 'I wonder how she'll react when she is older with that personality.'

I nodded, happy with her response. I dragged her by the hand into my bedroom. The room was plain and small as always. With a single bed and a window.

She looked around curiously. "What a small room...." Realizing she had said it out loud, she flushed and ducked down her head.

I laughed, amused at her out of personality remark. "Hahah! It is a small room, you're right...." Turning to face her. I said with a shrug, "Where are you gotta live?"

"Ah, well, next door...." Nervously she looked down.

'Next door? The house next door is almost 3 times as big as mine. Well, her parents seem strong. And strong people usually have connections, and money.'

While I was thinking, Daina was looking around to sit. She sat on the bed, her silk blue dress pooling on the cheap wool.

"Hey Zana, my parents are moving here from the Capital."

"Yeah? What do they do?" 'They moved from the Capital from here? I heard the Capital of Finley is the most beautiful place in the Country, but that is a given. It is a capital after all.'

Daina smiled proudly, "They are warriors of the kingdom of Finley!"

"Warriors!? Really?!" I yelled, 'If they are; it means they can teach me swordsmanship!'

Her face was bright from the awe she felt toward her parents. "Yes! Mommy told me that I'll join her in the path of swords! She said that I have to go to an Academy though....."

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'It seems like she is reacting happily to her parents. Her nervousness is gone.' Daina's face is glowing with happiness. Her cheeks flushed and eyes twinkled.

"Academy?" 'Like academies for magic and swords? This is interesting.... I'll like to go....' I proceed with a thought about what she had said.

"Yeah! I heard from daddy that it is like a school? I wonder what a school is though...." She tilted her head, not knowing the difference.

I nodded in confusion. 'What's the difference between an academy and a school?'

Daina smiled, "I know! I can ask my mommy!" She quickly and agilely hopped off the bed and ran toward where her parents are.

After a minute or 2 passed, Daina came back as bright as ever.

She said, "Well! They said a school is a regular peoples' place for learning, but academy is where people with talent go to learn things!" She smiled.

'I guess magic talented people have higher status than people who can't learn magic.' I opened my arms and fell on my bed. 'I can use magic; I made sure of that with the judge. But he turned me into a girl, so I don't know is he screw that up too. I turned my head to Daina and said what came into my mind. "Hey Daina, let's learn magic!"

With that sudden outburst, Daina was shocked still. "M-mag-gic?! I don't know if I can use magic?!"

I ignored her and said, "Well you will! Let's pray to the gods above that you'll have a talent for magic!"

Daina didn't notice that Zana didn't include herself. She doesn't need to; she is blessed by at least 2 gods.

"Y-yes!" Daina nodded eagerly. She closed her eyes and put her hands together, similar to how people pray at Earth. Daina however, started glowing. Which clearly does not happen on Earth.

"W-what?" I jumped up from the bed in shock. I clearly did not know praying actual works for something here in this new world. It didn't on Earth, at least I don't think so.

Daina's eyes flew open and started looking around frightfully. "What's happening?!"

"I'm sorry. I was scared from your sudden glowing." I sheepishly said.

She looked at me and sighed. "Ahh~ that's a relief that it's nothing." She smiled gentlely. "The glowing is what happens when you meditate, you need to meditate to pray to gods. That's what mommy tells me."

I look with interest at her; she sees this and continues to pray sitting down. The glow was like an aura I see in movies. Hers has a blueish tint to it. With swirls of milky white in them. It moved slowly and almost chunks of blue churn in the sphere. The blue doesn't move smoothly at all.

She smiled in relief a hour later. "There, I prayed."

'That took forever for a simple prayer, but awfully fascinating as well.' Lost in my thoughts I didn't hear anything.

"Hey! Zana?! Hello?" When her eyes met mine her cute face scrunched up in annoyance.

"Yeah?"

"You mommy is calling you."

I looked out the window. I could see that it is time for my daily lessons with Vera. I nodded toward Daina and walked pass her toward the living space. Diana's parents, Lucas and Heia, were on the ragged couch with my mother. They are still talking, not paying attention toward me standing there at all. Heia slyly gestured toward my direction, and with my mom's dazed face faced my direction I waved.

I walked toward her and said, "Is it time for my lesson mom?" Her skin flushed in embarrassment for not noticing her own daughter.

'Mother is not really aware of her surroundings......'

Keeping her dignity in check she replied in short sentences, "Mrs. Vera is coming in a few minutes. Zana, please get ready." Her face was smiling, so her somehow harsh words are not having as much as a effect.

"Yes mother." I too was smiling, joining in the fun.

The tall couple were having trouble keeping up though.

Heia looked between us, back and forth. Lucas was staring way to intensely at me. Particularly my hair.

He interrupts and said, "Your hair is white."

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I slowly replied back. "Yes...?"

"Only Finley's nobles are suppose to have whiteish hair."

I smiled back at him. "Technically it's blond, a pale blond."

"A shade of white nevertheless."

".............."

My mother then tried to turn the conversation away from my unusually pale hair. Lucas allowed it, and didn't speak throughout the day at all.

The rest of the day passed as usual. Mrs. Vera taught me the names of some villages near Reaspear, some rivers and some animals.

One subject I particularly liked was the Fae forest. Reaspear is almost inside of the forest. The Fae Forest runs from the north of the continent to almost the bottom most tip of Wen. It was the largest forest in the continent running thousands of miles. The forest also cuts between the demon kingdoms and the human's ones, separating them. There were also rumors of faries living in the forest, but no one ever reported to have saw one.

To the west of us were the demon kingdoms Killua and Serdeamon and toward the east, is the Empire of Canton. The south is Liae and to the north Finley. These are the neighboring countries.

Jante, the kingdom I am in right now, is splat in the middle of these powers. I have marveled at how Jante survives in the middle of the more powerful nations. The thing that sickens me though. Is the fact that slavery exists in this world. And that my own country are one of the kingdoms that particularly depend on the slave trade.

Once, I had asked Vera about slavery, but she had answered with a blank stare.

"Slavery? Slaves are lower beings, it is natural for superior people to be their masters." Her eyes were glinting like I was a child that thinks very little and knows nothing.

That disturbs me. In this world women and men aren't equal. Slaves exist, and corruption runs free in the open. I had been disturbed and was then scolded by the teacher.

"Don't think slaves like they are equal. They aren't."

Vera was borned in a low noble household. Even though her family only controlled a small backwater village, they were still nobles. That mindset was pounded into her since she was a child. It isn't that she is evil, it's just that she is use to thinking that. Her parents, grandparents, and siblings probably all thought the same way she does or at least did.

My mind was wavering from deciding whether my teacher was good or evil, but that day. I decided. Nothing is purely good or purely evil. The world is full of the shades of gray. But sometimes being too evil is bad. Considering slavery. Keeping one might be considered to be in between, tilting toward the "bad" side. This is the Middle Ages. It would depend on the way people treat them. You're used to it, there is nothing else to do about it.

But if you are treating them badly, it's evil. People treat animals better sometimes, if what I heard the things in history books on Earth are right. I guess I needed to see.... Is a "slave" here on Wen is the same thing as a "slave" on Earth in the last?

'But, no person should be born in slavery. Being a servant that gets paid is better!' My mind tries to grasp these little concepts in my mind that I never had to on Earth. 'I have years, I have time to live my life and to spend my time thinking random thoughts. Slave trade interests me, I have to say it, it sounds disturbing when I say it like that.... But, truly, it does. Why do people do it? There is no such thing as "superior blood." How can people do this? Am I that different from people here? I have so many questions. And this is just about one topic here in my new world.'