"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"I am getting tired of you teeling me that I am allways forgetting something"

"Not like you can do anything against me"

"Go danm you. Tell me already, what am I forgetting!"

"Your name"

"Are you going mad? I told you my name is Noah"

"No.. your name was Noah. What is you name, now?"

"..Ah..."

...

My name is Liam. The worse part of being reborn into a world around medieval times is hygiene. People don't brush their teeth and often shit on the ground. My case, and the case of most that have some sort of better finantial condition, is that I have to do my needs on a wood container. You can imagine that it often flows out of the wood. And it needs to be discarded. The ones from the castle are thrown in the river and the recipients are cleaned to be used again, but on the capital it is disgusting. People simply throw it from the window and it gets really messy when it happens to have someone passing by. That is the reason why I hated goin to the capital so much.

 Keeping track of time is hard. People don't have clocks and don't know astronomy well either. That's why it is so hard for me to tell most of the facts in order.

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The reason I was going to the capital was because I was invited by the church, the only institution the knew how to watch out for the age of people. I had just completed my eighth sun, meaning I was eight years old. It was a symbolc event. Many chieldren would die early and getting to the age of eight meant that I would probably live up to forty or fifty.

There had been sometime since I had seen Stella. She had just disappeared. It was strange.

"My greetings, Prince"

"Cardinal Berthran, it is a pleasure to speak to you"

He gave me a smile. I probably gave him a good first impression.

I met him in front of a crowd. It wasn't everyday that people could see royalty. The Cardinal guided me through the halls of the church, passing through very thick walls of stone. The church was dark and looked like it could last forever. He stopped and I kneeled, just like I was instructed earlier. I heard nothing from he crowd, that watched silently. Religious rituals were taken very seriously.

The carninal put water on a bowl of stone and started to say things in a strange language. He slowly poured the water on my head.

My father wasn't there. But a minister, Alazar, the minister of economy, was there. He was a good man, someone I could respect. I can say for sure that he cared about me, at least way more than my father.

The carninal continued to say things that couldn't make less sense. But when he stopped, the crowd started to commemorate. I wasn't told that it simply stopped there, but I followed what everybody was doing. People were happy and I was happy that they didn't hate me like my servants. There was a big festival. People brought wine and some travelling musicians were paid to give life to the event.

I didn't expect the city to have such atmosphere. It was.. like home.

But at midnight, when people started to go home drunk, or carrying the drunk ones, Minister Alazar came to speak with me.