"Soo..." My new master started as we walked out of my old home, old clothes and possessions in hand as my second set of parents watched the man beside me in silent horror. "Nice family you've got, kid."

I snorted. Yeah, 'nice' was not a word I'd use to describe the two assholes who'd brought me into this world.

"Sure," I said dryly. "Nice. Very nice. The nicest."

Master rolled his eyes. "Lay it on a bit thicker, why don't you." He shot back, matching my sass with his own equally powerful sass before casually turning his face to the gathered villagers gawking at us.

He scowled. "Hey, hey, what're you all doing here? Don't you have anything better to do?" He threatened, waving his spooky-scary staff at them.

Predictably, the villagers screamed like cowards and scattered. Considering just how superstitious and backward these people were, I was 90% sure that they'd start sacrificing chickens to 'get rid of the curses' that Master 'cast'.

Obviously, he didn't. I could tell, because despite all the shit that I'd gone through ever since reincarnating into this shithole of a world, I'd been lucky enough to be born with what I'd heard was called a magical 'talent'.

Which, honestly, the word talent was kind of a misnomer. It wasn't so much a talent as it was an ability. After all, not just anyone could go and cast magic willy-nilly, so my ability to do so made me special. And special meant different.

And, trust me on this, you did not want to be different in a backward medieval village where people cheered as 'witches' were burned at the stake.

"Kid? Student? Brat?" I heard master speak as something heavy bopped me on the head. "Oi? You still there?" He asked.

"Huh?" I said dumbly. "What? Where? Huh?"

Master rolled his eyes, pointing at the skeletal-themed carriage that had appeared sometime during my little journey through my own thoughts. Hell, it even had skeleton horses leading it! "Get on, brat. We're going back to my place."

"Is this the part where you offer me candy, too?" I sarcastically replied even as I did as told, climbing into the passenger seat... Or at least, I tried to.

Master chuckled behind me, bopping me in the ass with his staff, giving me the push needed to get on. Holding onto said butt of mine protectively, I gave him the harshest glare I could manage, which only caused him to chuckle harder.

... Yeah, my 7 years-old baby face wasn't very intimidating, unfortunately.

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I definitely wasn't pouting as master walked around to the other side of the carriage and got onto the driver's seat.

"Right-o," Master murmured, clapping his own hands together. The action seemed to trigger something within the skeletal horses, because soon after, they started trotting forward. "Ah, there we go."

"So cool..." I couldn't help but murmur, staring at the horses in front of us. Master chuckled at my words, puffing out his own chest in pride at my words.

I said nothing else, just watching as our carriage quickly began picking up speed, soon leaving behind the village that I'd lived in for the entirety of this life.

Which, honestly, good grief. It was about time. That place had really sucked.

Seriously. Everyone had been related in some form or another, my dad beat me and my siblings up for fun, the mayor I was pretty sure was a pedophile if the way he behaved around his daughter was any indication, and I had to use leaves to wipe my ass after going to the toilet. Leaves.

Oh, and let's not forget the fact that slavery existed, and considering the fact that daddy dearest had already sold our eldest sisters to the local slave trader to fund his alcohol dependence, I was doubly glad at being given the chance to leave.

Even if it was with a sketchy as fuck man that wanted to kidnap me for my magic.

Which, in hindsight, I probably shouldn't have been practicing out in the open field like an idiot. I mean, sure, nobody ever checked there, but if anyone had I'd have been dead meat and that's not very-

Something hard struck me in the head, causing me to let out a pained yelp. "Ouch! What was that for?!" I screamed, glaring at my master as he innocently twirled his staff.

"You were lost in your head. Again." He replied, staring down at me with a raised eyebrow. "You're kinda weird, you know?"

"Your mom's weird." I bit back, causing master to explode into laughter.

"That she was! That she was, boyo." He giggled, the sound infinitely odd coming from a creepy-ass 50+ years-old man wearing what I was pretty sure was necromancer fetish gear. 

"So, wanna talk a bit about yourself? You know, get to know each other and all that? I heard that's what masters and students are supposed to do, right?" Master half-said, half-asked, tilting his head to the side so that he was able to look at me while still keeping an eye on the road before us.

"Uh, I guess?" I answered. "Why are you asking me? I'm seven. You're supposed to be the one that knows stuff."

"You're seven?" Master asked, suspicion in his voice. "Seriously? Are you sure you're not just a really small dwarf or something?"

"Pretty sure," I answered drily. Okay, maybe I should tone down on the adult-speak, but I'd been doing that for so long at this point, I really couldn't be bothered pretending anymore.

Children were stupid, selfish, mean, annoying little creatures and I hated them all.

"Huh." Master mused. "Alright. You still didn't answer the question, though." He pointed out.

I rolled my eyes. "Master, I'm seven. The most interesting thing about me is my magic." I bluntly told him. "I'm pretty sure everything else about me is as normal and boring as those cunts back home."

Master lightly swatted my head. "Language, brat." He scolded. "Also, I'm pretty sure you're lying. You're far from normal, brat."

"No, I'm not." I insisted. "I'm a cute little seven years old. I'm completely normal!"

"... Right." Master sighed. "Well, at least you're cute. Say, would you like to learn how to cast Death-Bolt?"

I stared at him, somewhat confused at the sudden offer. "Uh, what does it do?" I asked curiously.

"It rots living things from the inside out." Master replied without missing a beat.

"Oh, master, you are so kind! You are truly the best master in the world! Please, teach this worthless student of yours!"