Allan the Duende
The game had never been all that interesting, but to be reborn as a minor side character she only remembered because she never managed to keep the guy alive through the one escort quest he gave left her speechless. Yes, she had always been a tomboy with a love for reincarnation stories and otome games, but why did she have to take over the body of a 5 year old, very girly, little boy? Weren't reincarnators supposed to wake as babies? Or maybe even in the womb? If that had been the case she would have turned herself into a super OP magician by the time she was sent off to the great academy.
But no, she got the tiny one with no special skills. None at all, to be precise. For the maybe fiftieth time during her boring coach ride she checked her stats. They hadn't changed. She was a maybe one foot tall boy who belonged to some obscure race called Duende she had never heard of, but it appeared to be some kind of fairy thing that bound itself to a place and then tried to keep that place pristine and beautiful. Which absolutely didn't suit her in any way. And her stats were about what she had expected of that useless side character.
NameAllan of the Green DaleRaceDuendeAge5Social Rank3StatsIntelligence116Strength2Memory27%Flexibility7Versatility31Speed5Wisdom18Vitality2TalentsArtistic3Physical6Mathematic2Battle9Academic6Magic3
The coach rattled on as she stared at the window, sighing heavily. She had okay talent for battle and with a lot of work would become a pretty good fighter, but what was a race that only grew to about three feet good for? Certainly not warriors.
Increasingly frustrated, she started kicking the empty bench opposite her. Not even the boy's parents had been willing to accompany her on the long way to the new school. Not because they were unfeeling, but because they were literally bound to their home. If she had woken up ten years later she likely would have been slave to some building, unable to ever leave that place. Still, what else was a Duende good for?
Her intelligence, like before, was somewhat above average, as was her academic talent. So either the tiniest, most frail warrior of all time or an average scholar as they called anyone with a bit of proper education in this world.
Her tiny feet kicked harder and the fact that her legs neither reached the floor nor the other bench only increased her frustration. She so wanted to be a super powerful mage, but with this boy's magical talent there was no hope whatsoever. Her little fist punched the seat she sat on.
Weren't fairies supposed to be magical powerhouses? Or at least magical?
"It's not even a good game..." She mumbled unhappily. With the main selling point being an AI that was pointlessly open to any uselessly realistic love relationship with absolutely every character in the whole game and the specialty of the Battle simulations being the absence of super fast healing it was no miracle that it was not a mainstream game. She clearly remembered trying to play with her real appearance and the prince she got pretty easily the first time with her copy of some super modeö's appearance just looked at her like she was a bug and then the idiotic AI had the prince's guards lie in wait to keep her away. With her being a boy now she coldn't even try going a princess route.
Suddenly, that thought stuck with her.
Why had she tried that escort mission about two hundred times in the first place?
Obviously because the boy, tiny as he was, looked hot. And she had always been a bit into boy's love.
Her tongue ran over her plump little kids' lips. Maybe she could go the seducer route?
She pulled the status page up again.
NameAllan of the Green DaleRaceDuendeAge5Social Rank3StatsIntelligence116Strength2Memory27%Flexibility7Versatility31Speed5Wisdom18Vitality2TalentsArtistic3Physical6Mathematic2Battle9Academic6Magic3
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She...He was frail, flexible and pretty...and aside from the lack of strength that didn't offer any hope for the future his body was flexible and, despite having spent all his five years inddors he had a speed of 5. Quick and flexible, if not battle then...maybe acrobatics? Nah, boring...maybe dancing. She had always loved watching sword dances.
The little boy's eyes started twinkling. He would become this world's most amazing sword dancer!
The little boy stopped kicking and hitting the inside of the coach as he sat, deep in thought, not a hint of frustration to be seen in his posture and expression.
A few seconds later he slid to the floor of the coach and started stretching. If he ever wanted to be someone great he had to start as soon as possible and five sounded like a good age to start giving his best.
Sera
Sera pulled her legs up as she sat in the huge entrance hall, too overwhelmed to speak or try to find anyone to tell her where to go. Her large eyes flitted back and forth, trying to find a familiar face but failling. She should have expected as much, but she hadn't really thought about things much before she arrived. Everything had always been decided for her, be it her last life or her present one. Not that a four year old human girl in the body and with the memories of a five year old Changeling child that had been rejected by the family it had been exchanged into from the beginning could be expected to act. Anyone could see as much, but the little girl sitting in the entrance hall made of white marble, with ceilings fourty feet high and a dome that went even farther up looked so tiny as she sat in a corner of the huge hall by herself that common sense did not matter much.
Outside, the first rays of the rising sun kissed the rare clouds, painting the sky blue and pink and orange while cocks sang their not very pretty song, waking the servants and anyone else who had already arrived in this new city that called itself a school. Only very few of those people were students and the students who had arrived were older, children of retainers preparing everything for the arrival of the offspring of those their parents served.
Sera sat inside the hall, looking down at her dirty feet and at the pristine envelope she had been given. The letter, not-her-parents had told her, explaining that she who had replaced their true child would thus replace their children so far away from them. And advised the staff to keep her during vacations, too. Or at least they had told her that this was what the letter said. Sera herself suspected that it was full of what not-her-father called polite words.
After what seemed to be an eternity loud footsteps echoed through the hall, walking from one end to the other while Sera watched from the corner. Almost she went unnoticed, but then the steps slowed and the young man looked around, his large furry ears turning here and there until the turned towards her. His gaze followed soon after and then he went towards her corner.
Sera watched, the letter held protectively against her chest as the strange male that looked like a ball of fuzzy fur with adorable round ears went towards her. In front of her he bowed down, his foreign visage giving a gentle impression.
"Good Morning, little one. You're quite early." Chuckling, he took her under her arms and lifted her to her feet. "It must be cold down there on the stone floor. Come with me to the mess hall for breakfast first, all right? And then you'll tell me what an adorable little girl like you is doing all by herself in the entrance hall."