Ah, where am I? The last moment I remember is that I got run over by a truck and then appeared in some strange ass tunnel. I try to open my eyes but it's as if my eyelids have just got some 100 pound weights on top of them. Perhaps I would be able to move my arms or legs. I try to move my arms but it's the same again. Okay this is getting a tiny bit spooky now, however I feel no fear of course. I just want to get out of this situation as quickly as possible. Wait a second? Not being able to move my arms or open my eyes? Isn't this the symptoms of a coma? Have I just been in a coma? Then what about that light that I saw, I mean maybe I just hallucinated the whole tunnel situation? That would make a whole lot of sense now that I think about it, but blimey would that be an embarrassing scenario.
As I think this to myself I hear a male voice. This has to be the doctor. “Hey doc, i'm here and I'm not in a bloody coma”. What? Although I was pretty confident in my speech, I talked more like a baby's gibberish and it was nowhere near loud enough to get the man's attention. Huh, I think I hear him speaking, “£#@£ ##@% @#£x&”. Now if mine sounded like a baby's gibberish, that sounded like some out of this world language. I know 7 different languages and what he said has no correlation to any of them. In fact it felt like, if you were to spam a keyboard and then say the word spelt out by it. In any case my first priority should be to let him know that I'm conscious.
So this time, putting all my strength into it, I try opening my eyes one more time and I was triumphant, my eyes were finally open. Never in my life did I think I would get so happy with getting my eyes open. My victory however was short lived as I found out I still can't move my body. Seriously in what kind of condition must I be in for it to be this bad. I try darting my eyes around and from what I can see I’m in some old medieval house. Which idiots put me, a person who got run over, in this dusty old countryside house. In any case I should still let the man know I'm conscious so I think for a second and then decide it may be a good idea to push my body with all my strength towards where the man was speaking.
Just as I was going to do that I feel a hand that's been placed on my back.The hand slowly slides down to my... Hey don't you normally ask permission before you do something like this? Oh no don't tell me I'm about to be assaulted, I mean I guess I won’t mind too much if it were a pretty lady but an old one? Absolutely no way, I will be screaming at the top of my lungs in hopes that someone will help me. The lady turns my face with her other hand and I get to see her and DAMN THATS A UGLY FACE, I NEED TO START SCREAMING. Remember when I said I felt no fear, that was a lie I feel absolute fear right now. Just look at her crooked nose and her yellow teeth. Plus the amount of care she puts into her hair (which looks like none) shows me she is a complete psychopath.
If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.
Just as I was going to scream this woman starts lifting me up, listen woman I don't know what kink you are into but I weigh around 150 pounds there is no w-. WHAT? This woman has just lifted me off my bed and placed me in front of some window. Just wait a second, what steroids has this woman taken to be able to do this? Am I still hallucinating? As I'm having these thoughts I see something very peculiar through the reflection of the window. The ugly woman who I now figure out has that male dominant voice but next to her I see where I should be sitting, but instead there seems to be a baby. I try pushing my body around trying to spot this baby but to no avail I can't find it. The old woman spots me doing this and again somehow picks me up and puts me back where I was.
I try to push my body one more time but this time I spot it. I spot where my hands should be but the baby’s hand is there instead. It instantly clicks in my head; The tunnel and the light, me not being able to move my hands or my arm, the babys hand.
I’ve been reincarnated.
---
It’s been about 4 months since I have realised I was reincarnated. I’ve learnt a bit about this language and figured out that the woman calls me ‘Bryson’. She’s not as bad as my previous parents, mostly lets me do what I want around the house as I crawl around. I do wonder what time period I've been reincarnated into as it certainly isn’t modern times. I guess I’ll go around my daily exercise which just mainly consists of crawling around the house. As I’m crawling around I spot the old woman next to the wooden table which seems to have so much dust on it. I’m a baby and I’m coughing because of the damn dust. I then for the first time in my life heard her speak some english and it seemed to be towards me. “Heal my child”. Wait what was that ambiguous speech for. My whole body just felt a little warm and had a dimly lit light around it... Wait a minute I don't feel like coughing anymore. Don’t tell me this world has magic… Yesss controlling the world in the shadows in this world may be easier than the other world. There is a lot of unknown factors however this will certainly be a adventure.
Next chapter: The prodigy