First Lessons

I woke up by the gentle hands of a maid who was shaking me softly.

As I looked at her, still with some sleep in my eyes, she stood up from her kneeling position and straightened her maid dress. While she put me on my feet she briefly introduced herself: “I was assigned to make sure you don't miss your lessons, are properly dressed at any moment and keep you fed.”

Then she started to undress me. Instead of resisting I even helped her dressing me by putting my arms in the right angels. Since I was in the body of a three year old girl, I was not able to do such things alone, and I doubted anyway that any normal person could put on such a dress like the one I now had on alone.

Now being led into a dining room I was seated on an side part of the table and got some nice food put in front of me. It was not seasoned, but still good. And if you remember: I was a slave. Getting nice food was not very common in medieval times if you were not nobility, so I was a bit surprised.

The reason for the fine food and the nice dress was probably to keep appearances. If the Blackwing-Family could not even feed and cloth their own slaves properly, how could they have enough money and power to be a proper trading-partner?

After I was done with the food I tried to eat as mannered as possible, I was lead to my first lesson.

The maid who was with me the whole time since I woke up left me in front of the library where my new teacher was waiting inside.

Softly knocking, I waited for a voice to call me inside. After several seconds and several tries to get some attention, I finally decided to open the door myself and enter.

Inside was a huge library, filled with thousands of books and several reading stations consisting of a low table with some comfortable chairs around that table, or a bigger desk with a big chair behind. In one of those latter ones slept a thin demon with brown, long hair, slightly darkened skin and several thin horns coming out of the sides of his head that looked strangely like a crown. He used a book that laid on the desk in front of him as pillow.

Not knowing what to do, I slowly approached him and stood on my toes to tap his shoulder, calling out: “Ummm... Excuse me?”

He suddenly jumped up and away from me, rolling over his shoulder once and ending his movement facing me and started to chant a spell. He stopped casting as he saw me sitting on the floor with tears in my eyes. Was I really that easy to scare? Was it because I'm three? Anyway, I most likely had a cute expression or was cute in general because he blushed while helping me up and introducing himself while brushing off the dust from his clothes and trying to act like he did NOT just scare me: “Hello, dear lady. You must be Aria Blackwing?”

I just nodded as declared proudly: “I am the great Isaac Crataskt, also known for his unique magic and being the best archeologist on the whole demon continent! For the next few years I will be your teacher. Even though I must admit that I have not thought anyone before, I am sure I can teach you all you need for your bright future. To start off you should read the books that I put on this table back there.”

It seems nobody told him I am a slave if he talks about my future as bright, but well, I won't tell him. Additional to his way of speaking that makes my head hurt, he just told a three year old girl to go read. But I need to not anger him too much so that I won't have to spend time with father's sons. So I just told Isaac: “Ehm... I can't read yet. I only became three yesterday.” with an apologizing voice and look.

Shocked he looked at me and then he continued with his annoying way to speak: “Don't worry, reading is pretty easy. I'm sure I can teach you how to read in no time!”

Then he thought about a way to teach me, but since it took him quite a while, I just asked him for some books with pictures of things and the name of the pictured item beneath. Since there was one I just asked him to make me some, which he did. He made some pictures of things he remembered with his magic and then wrote in a fluent and quite beautiful handwriting the names of the item underneath. Sighting I told this genius that he should write the names in separate letters over the pictures again so I could differentiate the letters.

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He made those pictures until 4 pm, while I was speaking the words aloud and slowly found out what each character stood for. It was pretty easy for me since it used the same system like my past world, so I could start reading on the next day if I used the rest of the pictures to find out the letters I didn't know. Of course we also made some breaks to relax our eyes and for lunch.

I then was lead away to another room where the maid said: ”Your second teacher is waiting inside.” and again I stood in front of a door alone. But this time my knocking was answered with by a female voice that said: “Come in.”

As I opened the door and entered I saw several music instruments put on display in easy to open glass cabinets and several other standing around because they were too big to fit.

Sitting at a piano was a beautiful young woman with a light red, scaly skin and two thick, dark red horns that circled her head until their tips barely not touched each other, starting at her temples. Her long, pink hair reached down beneath her butt and was currently openly falling down her back.

She looked at me with friendly, pink coloured eyes and said: “Good afternoon, Miss Blackwing. I will be your music teacher from now on. I will also be the one to teach you riding.”

I just answered with a:”I will be in your care then.” and hoped that she won't be so annoying like Isaac.

In the next one and a half hour she started to teach me how to play the piano. I had some music lessons back in my world at school, and the music system was basically the same, I easily understood how to play the first finger exercises. The only problem was that my hands were so small that I could not press piano keys that were too far from each other, but since I tried my hardest to please the nice teacher, it wasn't that much of a problem.

As the maid came to bring me to my next lessons, I quickly asked my teacher for her name. “I... am Narta.” she responded with a hint of sadness in her eyes. While I was lead to my next lessons, sad that I could not cheer her up, I concluded that I now at least knew not to speak her name to prevent other, similar situations.

The next lesson I had was outside. My teacher, if I should call him that, was a big, strong man with many scars all over his body. I must admit that I was a bit scared of him the moment I saw him, but I was completely right. For the next hour he just told me in short, military-like sentences to do several body exercises and whenever I could not move any more he just used some kind of magic to re-energize my body, which hurt quite a bit, so that I could continue.

After the hellish training I ate something and then the maid took me to a bath where she cleaned me. While she did her work I fell asleep.

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Yo

next chapter out

again over 1000 words, i'm proud of myself

this time its a bit more boring, but I need to introduce the teachers and some daily routine and finish at least a week before I can skip some months/years

again @D'vorah: don't worry, just do what you need to do for school

@Nfsu218: thx for the comment

@CCDCC: did u know that its an actual curse in some country if you say “May you have an interesting life.” ?

@everybody that replied: I'm glad u like it/find it interesting