Disappointment

The Setting Sun luminated the wild-grassland with a golden hue, the empty grass strands waved calmly as the Northern winds pushed onwards. One could see all around them in this flat expanse. The unending grass was visible until the eye reached its limit in every direction. It had the smell of nature and a strong odour of smoke. This strong odour of smoke gave it the name, The Smog Fields.

Within the rare parts of this field stood a man. Old and wrinkled, he looked down in suspicion and squinted eyes. His ears twitched at the tormenting silence as the sound of wind brushing grass was all that he had for company in these lonely lands.

His beard was black, and on his head was a tightly-done bun. He had a sharp nose and remnants of a defined face. His eyes were golden, rose gold. His body was tall and strong despite its unavoidable ageing and he wore respectable robes engraved with yellow scriptures. His attire bore the colours of purely black and the staff in his right hand was crafted from twisted wood. A red glow hid behind its strengthened veil.

And within the rare parts of these fields sat a boy. The Boy possessed crimson eyes and matching vermillion crimson hair. His face was unblemished and smooth. His body was tiny, yet the man bore suspicion still.

The Boy looked at the man in silence.

A silence intruded by the sound of electric buzzing.

It was now the boy himself noticed several strands of red lightning bouncing around his body. The Boy swiftly tried to pat them out, annoyed as they danced away the boy grew impatient.

Grasping and swiping for the miniscule strands the boy dived into them. Estatic, the boy smiled in victory before clutching his eye as his face writhed in pain.

The electric strands, currently crackling and shrinking soon fit into his eyes. The Boy looked at the old man, receiving subtle eye contact as he rubbed his eyes with teary eyes.

"You aren't a normal child."

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When I woke up, I felt a huge pain in my head, as if my head was splitting or rather spreading apart. My surroundings were light,balmy and grassy. That was all I could picture as I grasped my head in pain.

After a few seconds, the blur in my eyes somewhat dulled and I could picture the faint outline of a man.

A man and a staff.

He gazed at me suspiciously with his eagle-like eyes.

I couldn't help but notice that he was quite the wizard with his attire. Quite the dark wizard, now that I thought about it. Was black robes and a dangerous red emerging from his staff not a bad omen?

(Scary.)

He stood far above me and looked at me in suspicion and although I do not think it was for me, a striking gaze of abhorrence at something around me.

I was still hazy from what seemed like a deep sleep. It was at that point I tracked the points of my pain. Several dancing strands of red were moving around me.

They were not fast but rather adaptable as they were always just out of my light swipes.

I slowly began using my body more, swiping further and trying to catch the annoying structure off guard yet my reward was nowhere to be seen.

Aggravated at the little creature-like strands I dived.

I gleed as the lightning stopped moving and rather began heading towards me.

Pain.

Burning,seething and acidic pain entered my eyes.

I rubbed my eyes to numb the pain before looking at the unexpected visitor.

"You aren't a normal child."

The Man walked away with silent steps.

I was curious yet still rational. Stranger danger?

But before I could even think about my next steps, a mysterious force lifted me from the legs up and began slowly dragging me through the air as I dangled by a leg.

What was going on?

I shut my eyes and looked inside my mind.

Slowly and painfully, chunks and slivers of forgotten and distant memories came to me in fast flashes.

This must be the dream, the dream that happens after death.

My exact thoughts were as such.

1 Month later...

It was no dream.

At Least a dream couldn't make this pain real.

I seem to have been reincarnated. I know this due to my 5 senses working just as well along with the fact that I have kept my rationale. I couldn't tell at least a few weeks ago but the common language here is English. Oddly convenient, I must say.

It would seem however, that I have a special constitution. Whenever I keep my eyes closed, red strands build up. This build up continues on and on before it reaches the limit and seething pain breaches my eyes. I open in pants yet the worst is soon to come.

My eyes bulge red as red lightning crackles out of each eye.

The odd man who seemed to be my guardian only got even more frustrated and stoik when my common outbreaks began. The most he offered was an orange-bamboo stick that I was told to chew.

About the Common Language, I have been hiding my expertise.

If this man hates me for getting injured, what would he do if he finds out I was a supernatural freak?

I shivered when I imagined his reaction to such a situation.

I often saw his thumb twitching on the knife at the table.

And I think I am now more than certain.

This is reincarnation.

Past Memories: Yes

New World: Yes

New Body: Yes

Speaking of my New body.

I ought to be around half a year to a year old. My hair is somewhat grown so I can't be newborn and my guardian isn't exactly a father figure.

This World also seems to be quite underdeveloped.

My guardian often brings out an odd lamp with a low intensity light emitter inside. It hardly works and is quite amusing yet it seems to be a common thing here. There is also no electricity, hardware or even light bulbs.

My guardian, coming back to him, is arguably in his late 40s.

He had no greys in his hair however wrinkled lines have begun solidifying as I look closer at his face.

Not for too long of course, in fear we may meet eyes.

I don't even know the time period now that I think about it. Maybe this is just a barren place as well. With low development. But I wouldn't think a world with magic would be a low development world?

I most definitely don't dislike this reincarnation twist, however living with a man who often gives concerning death-stares on the daily does not reassure me of my survival in the long term.

2 Years passed.

I have now gained the ability to walk.

I can now slowly reveal my language skills.

I can even now reveal my understanding of things slowly and carefully.

My relationship with my guardian has loosely improved. He will often ask me to move to another room or to do a task but I am content as it would seem we are not related by even the slightest.

And the truth is, I don't want to wake up in a field again.

Recently, the room with the biggest door has been looking pretty tempting.

I can often see numerous books inside. Books of possibly forbidden knowledge?

Temptation washed over me like a wave.

I waited for the Guardian to do his common routine of leaving the wooden cottage that was our house before I began my quest.

Creak.

I heard the door begin to shut.

I ran with tensions high.

"Boy."

I stopped.

I turned back slowly, red creeping up on me like an incredibly fast infection.

"Remember to charge the rune."

I nodded slowly as I looked down at the floor in silence.

Slam.

I rushed to the door.

My hand couldn't reach the knob, prepared for this I brought a stall hid behind a nearby table and jumped.

Good.

Feeling the smooth texture of the circular knob I twisted as my arms began to ache.

The Door opened.

I snatched the first book on the first shelf on the first level.

I flipped the page looking for any sign of magical activity.

My curiosity led me by the nose.

I swiftly ducked under a desk as I saw my guardian through the window.

He passed calmly.

Sighing in relief I went to the chapter log.

Where, Where, Where-.

Nice.

I smiled in satisfaction.

There it is.

Fireball-23.

I flipped the pages before I reached the sacred 23.

Scrolling down I looked for any words that stood out and found a phrase.

"Unheaving fire, become a blazing sphere and impair my enemies."

I grinned widely as I held out my hand in anticipation.

I can feel it.

I can feel something com-

Pain.

Too much pain.

Hot,Seething and cackling pain filled my eyes. Large lightning strands danced uncontrollably and angrily within the small study. My hands grasped my eye in desperation yet only received harsh burns. I shook and twitched on the floor as red filled my vision.

A door swung open and my vision blacked. I saw glimpses of my guardian through the constantly shifting red mirage.

"You are incapable of learning magic, Child."

The man's face darkened.

"Normal magic, that is."