A/N:

Okay, I'm really REALLY frustrated right now. I already finished typing it when it got ERASED so I had to start all over again. It's just ugh! Seriously...-:me no cry:-

Fortunately, I'm not the type of person who goes on raging. Well, not that long anyway. Although I was seriously irritated for a few seconds there before I recovered.

Actually, I was planning on updating yesterday but didn't finish typing it so I'll just update it now. Thanks for reading my story and hope you enjoy it~~ Any suggestions is welcomed (if I can apply it, that is. *shrugs shoulders*)

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Selene's POV

Two years has passed since I woke up in my current body. I'm currently laying down just staring at the ceiling processing the things that I learnt from the books that I was dump-- given. Yeah. Given. After all, I was the one who first requested to be given books.

Anyways, I just finished reading a certain book that tells me the reason why no one told me my name. It appears that children receive their name when they reach the age of five to six years in a ceremony at the temple of their parent's choice where their magic affinities and whatsoever are shown for all to see.

This world's culture gives off an odd sense of familiarity that gives me a bad feeling. In fact I'm very familiar with it. I just hope it isn't what I think, but if it isn't then good for me.

I sat up after gathering my thoughts and looked around my room. Not much has changed except for the numerous books and scrolls expertly scattered around by the floor in a way that it actually looks good and stylish.

The language in this world seems to use Japanese(/Nihongo) since I heard some words an outsider like me (a bit of an otaku but doesn't really study Japan's language) commonly hears like hai(yes), arigato(thank you), and their honorifics like san, chan and kun which solidified my theory of the language being or alike Japan's.

Thanks to those clues, I got an easier time of getting a hold of the language. But of course I didn't completely mastered it since I have no one to ask. The servants here doesn't seem to look forward to talking with me so I just use connect the dots when encountering words I don't know when I'm reading a book.

After a year, I was able to communicate and hold a decent conversation with others but of course I won't. Even now, after two years has passed since I first woke up here, no one has heard my voice yet.

Not once did I also step out of my room this past two years, and neither did the servants seemed too thrilled to see me out either so I stayed inside completely unbothered. Wait... I did hear them say something about my parents ordering them not to let me out of the room...

There was also a bathroom connected to my room that was installed when I turned a year old so I only need food, clothes, books, and scrolls delivered to me.

Speaking of which, I have never seen my current 'parents' even once but from what I gathered when the servants who were cleaning my room were having their 'rumors session' when I was just about less than a year old, it seems that my family's part of the upper echelon of this kingdom's nobility.

No one ever mentioned about me being an illegitimate child so it lowers the chance that I am indeed one so the hate that I receive from the servants seems to be branched off from my privileges from my birthright and the expected behavior of my bratty noble self in the future. I think...

Newsflash, I won't! Or at least I'll try not to act too bratty 'cuz I'm still a noble. I'm given privileges to act unreasonable. Mhm. Makes sense.

'Well, I WILL be one had I not kept my memories intact. Locking me up and all... Actually, that works in my favor so I won't complain about being kept in here. I still need time to recover before facing the large ball of fire the runs around the heavens acting as if it's king and all. My current hatest enemy: the sun.*Drum roll~~~~*'

I reached for a blank scroll along with my brush and ink and started to draw whatever comes to mind.

Brushing aside the strands of hair that has fallen in front of my face, I raised my head and looked at my artwork.

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Displaying themselves proudly, a fire spirit and a water spirit can be seen fighting each other which made them look like they're gracefully dancing around. This is one of the things that I like in this world. Magic can be used in almost everything.

I discovered that I can make my drawings move about half a year ago when I was imagining a 3D version of whatever it is that I was drawing in my mind and imagining how it will move.

An unfamiliar feeling began to flow within my veins at that time with a slight hum. Without breaking my attention on my drawing, I inspected it and concluded that it won't do any harm which, indeed, is the case.

Making stories through my drawings has been my primary source of entertainment followed by reading books from this world.

'Wow... This is every animator's dream skill. Just draw and use your imagination then you're finished!'

The two spirits continued their dance with the water spirit steadily gaining the upper hand.

'Die, you damned fire demon! Die!'

I glared at the fire spirit and returned my smile when the water spirit destroyed it thoroughly.

Hearing footsteps nearing my door, I quickly wrote the date on the upper corner part of the scroll before sealing it close and gently rolled it away from me towards a pile of scrolls in the corner.

Knocks suddenly invaded the room before a servant entered holding a tray with a small cup of rice and a soup with only vegetables in it in an equally small cup.

'Seriously, even a one year old won't get satisfied with this, let alone a two year old! Hey, I'm a growing girl which means I need as much nutrients that I need as much as I can!'

I picked up the chopsticks and was halfway picking up a vegetable when I felt the temperature change.

"Fire." I mumbled, gripping the chopsticks a bit too hard when I heard it crack.

'Hot... Too hot...'

"...Eh?" The servant who was about to go out of my room seemed to notice the abnormality in my behavior and stood by the door watching me.

"Fire...ter...Water... WHERE'S WATER?! Firefirefirefire..." I pressed my hands that was formed into a fist and closed my eyes as the last moments of my past life resurfaced again.

"Fire... fire..." I noticed that I unconsciously started to tremble in my crouched position. I opened my eyes and looked around searching for any signs of fire invading my room. My sanctuary.

I clearly heard the other servants running around from the distance trying to put out the fire.

I tightly closed my eyes again and braced myself, tensing as if the fire would come and swallow me again in just a second when I felt the temperature drastically decrease.

I relaxed myself and opened my eyes. Water.

I looked around me and saw water floating around me moving about as if it's alive.

Looking at my hair, water droplets seemed to form in it and clung while shining as if it's crystals despite the lack of light within the room.

I opened my hands right in front of me. As if moving by my will, one of the floating water came to me and stopped just above my palm.

I imagined it bouncing up and down of my palm only to see it moving exactly to how I envisioned its movements.

I smiled and gave a satisfied hum before calculating that amount of water around me.

'Hmm, the amount of water here can cover me from the fire for about ten minutes before it evaporates... Well, it's better than none. I hope my house isn't as big as how I estimated it to be in accordance to the spaciousness of my room.'

I noticed that the fire outside has already been taken care of since the temperature got cooler outside of my room which slightly affected the temperature inside my room.

I looked at the tray that was shoved aside on the floor and sighed in relief when I saw that nothing spilled. I pulled it closer to me and turned my eyes to the chopsticks that I was still holding.

Turning my gaze back at the servant who was still at the door standing transfixed looking at me and the still floating water around me, I held out my hand, broken chopsticks on top.

"...Replace it." I said.