"How did you end in another world?"

"The will of god"

"What god?"

"Who knows..."

"If you don't know, what makes you say it was a god?"

"I thought a lot about it acctually. Theory of stray souls and hero summonings, but I found no.. concret evidence of neither"

"So you thought it was easier to say it was god?"

"...It wasn't easier, just... seemed like the only explanation possible"

"I understand"

"I know you do, you are myself!"

...

There was another reason why I didn't remember my mother very well. She died while giving me birth, so her image was clear, but very far. Memories can be deceiving sometimes. Stella was the one who really took care of me.. and became my father's lover. He often had many woman at his bed and I did feel quite bad about it, but I did not consider him my father. He also slapped me with disturbing frequency. It was a way he showed how he liked me for "killing" his wife. I believe it was only an excuse, a way to feel more powerfull even though he was a coward.

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When I saw on films and series, or even books, I imagined that a noble would study tactics of war, diplomacy, history and geography. That was an illusion. I was barely half of the size of the table when I started having classes. Most of my time was taken by dance and etiquete. Nobility was prideful and it didn't like wasting their time on sciences. They left that for their ministers or servants.

The servents... They disliked my father a lot. Can't blame them. But they projected their hate to me. They knew they would be killed, or worse, if they were to do me harm, but it didn't stop them from being cold towards me. I tryied to talk to them and be kind, but they gave me no space. Stella was the only one to think and care about me, but I suspect it was because of her affair with my father.

We were dependent of the sunlight, so we all got to sleep very early and that caused everybody to wake up at night many times and I wasn't an exception. I woke up and slowly moved the door for it to open. The wooden doors were noisy and I didn't want to wake up anyone or call the attention of those that were awake. I walked silently through the walls of rugged stones. It was a big catles, but I spent years living there so, I knew the way to wherever I wanted to go. I didn't carry a candle. I would have to ask for it and I wanted to be alone in the night.

I hear some whispers and steps. I didn't know where it came from, but I kept on trying to follow it. When someone is whispering, secrets may be told. The confined spaces ended and I was on some sort of fancy enormous balcony, hidden behind the walls.

My father was speaking with a minister.

"It is far away, there is nothing to fear"

"My king, it isn't the wisest choice"

"Who are you to tell me that? You bring me news of a disease from the ends of the world and expect me to be afraid?"

"No, not afraind, my king. I wish for you to cautious"

"Cautious? Peasants die of different diseases everyday. I am not going to worry about that"

I was really young, but had the mind of a grown man. I could see my father waas being a fool, but I got back to my room. I didn't want to be punched or slapped again.