Black Clover; I am Solid Silva

I looked out of the balcony to the sight that I had been familiar with for the past six years of my life. It was the familiar sight of the cramped shithole that was New york. It was loud and noisy yet for all its crowd and noise, It was utterly soulless.

It felt hollow, a place all about appearances and the bare minimum. A place that was so overly crafted yet at the same time it was raw and lacking. Just like my life.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips. It was familiar now, Besides I wouldn't have to endure it for long. I looked at the suitcase I had packed. After working in this place for what feels like centuries, I was finally able to gather enough money to afford a vacation.

After this, I had made up my mind. I was going back to my home country of New Zealand and starting a sheep farm. Working as an architect had many downsides, money wasn't one of them, I had more than enough for my plans.

I imagined playing my flute while herding sheep in the countryside. With possibly a wife by my side, maybe with a toddler. My thoughts were interrupted by a wild table appearing in front of my toe.

"Ow. Fuck, Ow… ow…" After a good minute of rubbing my toe which had been the victim of the wild table. I exited the apartment. It felt weirdly sad. To leave a place that had been my home for so long. I remembered the old spanish lady that lived next door, Giving me random food some nights for no apparent reason.

Or the overly affectionate teenage couple, who despite the hardships stayed together raising their newborn.

As I neared the airport, for the first time I felt free. I could already imagine my new life, as a farmer rearing sheep. But first I had a little detour planned.

I was going to climb everest. I've always wanted to do that.

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I walked through the snowy terrain. I wasn't alone. I had a few guides with me.

I looked in front of me. The towering Himalayas made me feel insignificant. The sheer scale of the mountain and the terrain made you feel something that the modern world had forgotten.

"It's beautiful." I said. The guide beside me just nodded. He didn't say anything, perhaps trying to maintain the quiet environment or maybe he couldn't speak English enough to converse on something like this.

It was a comfortable silence until… I heard something. I didn't quite know what it was but…

"Is the ground shaking?" I asked. "Quake, Quake!" The guide seemed terrified.

"An earthquake? But there's nothing around us for miles? Is it dangerous?" I asked. It was the other guide behind me that answered.

"Snow, heavy, Avalanche." My eyes widened, 'Shit' There was nothing we could do, the nearest camp was miles away. Dammit.

The guides immediately pulled me to a safe spot behind a large cliff. And they waited. Thankfully nothing happened.

The second guide was communicating something with the team. 'Okay, maybe this isn't so bad.'

"Clear." One of the guides said as we once again began our accent. Apparently the next camp was near and we would stay there for some time.

As we once again began to walk. I heard something again. 'Another earthquake?' It was a small one and the guides simply continued walking.

But this time I saw a huge white cloud. That seemed to be getting closer. 'Oh shit.'

The guide beside me looked terrified and the other one simply clasped his hands and began to pray. 'I knew, I shouldn't have chosen the cheapest guides.' I thought. Well it wasn't the guide's fault that the avalanche happened but still.

Before I knew it, The wall of snow had descended.

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'Cold. So.. cold' I couldn't even speak. I could see light. I wasn't buried deep below the snow, I could see the light coming from the surface. Yet I couldn't move.

I couldn't breathe properly. Every breath felt like inhaling a toxic smoke. My lungs stang, it felt like thousands upon thousands of needles were inserted and taken out multiple times along my entire body.

I could feel my entire body losing heat. 'My head hurts.' I couldn't die here. Just when I figured out what I wanted to do in my life.

I waited. Frozen beneath the snow. Desperately hoping that someone would come to help. It was painful. The cold was incredibly painful. But at this point the pain had gotten bearable. Or maybe my nerves were frozen.

The camp was close right? Surely someone will come to help right?

Nothing… All I could see was the bright light from the snow fading as night was approaching.

I couldn't even feel my body. My lungs still stung. But at this point. I had no hope. I looked at the slowly darkening snow above my face.

I didn't even enjoy my life. I thought I would after I earn money. Every time I refused going to a party, every time I pulled an all nighter for a perfect score. I thought I was sacrificing my day for tomorrow.

I convinced myself that I enjoyed the hustle but I didn't. Looking back on my life, all I could say was.. "What a sad life."

With that the light coming from the snow had completely darkened or maybe I had closed my eyes. My body felt warm. As if the heat that my body had been desperately holding unto, was released…

And with a final breath I fell into darkness. As an unfamiliar warmth embraced me.

…

It felt so comfy. Like I was wrapped in a warm blanket and sleeping in a bed. Wait…

I opened my eyes and tried to raise my back. "Huh?" Not only did my body feel incredibly weak but it also felt smaller?

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "Eep!" I heard someone. Looking up I saw a woman wearing a maid outfit.

Who quickly ran out of the room. How rude. The door opened once again and from there a young girl with silver hair tied up in a really fancy looking way ran up to me.

"Brother!" The silver haired girl said as she ran up to me. Without any warning, she simply embraced me. "How are you?" She asked.

"Uh.." I don't know what to say. I don't even know what's going on. "Lady Nebra, his body is currently very weak." A stern voice came from behind her.

"Ah, apologies" the girl straightened up and distanced herself from me. An old man, with grating hair and a patient smile approached me.

"Lord Solid, how are you feeling?" He asked as a strange looking book floated beside him. Glowing in a greyish blue hue.

'What is that?' I thought as I saw the jelly-like tentacle approaching me. It just touched my body and returned to the old man.

The old man's eyes widened in shock as he looked at me once more.

Then another book floated beside him though this wasn't as fancy as the last one. A quail also floated and wrote something in the book.

'That cover.' It felt strangely familiar and.. 'Wait is that a clover?'

The realisation came with a rush of memories. Memories of Solid Silva. The second son of house Silva. Everything around me became a blur.

"Hah.. Hah.. Hah.." 'Deep breaths, Relax' I told myself as sweat dripped from my forehead. I could hear someone saying something.

The world around me had started to clear again. "Solid!" I heard my elder sister, Nebra say.

"Ye- yes." I said, trying to relax. The doctor who I now recognised as Doctor Owen was continuously using his water magic to help me.

"I'm fine." I said. "Just a little disoriented."

"That's natural, you have been in a coma for two months." The doctor said.

"Two months?" I repeated.

"Yes." It was Nebra who said, "You caught a fever and fell into a coma for two months."

"The fever has completely subsided." The doctor said, "Though there is something strange."

"Strange?" Nebra asked.

"His mana, it has changed."

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to feel my mana. It felt.. colder than I remembered. I could see some layers of frost forming around me.

'Ice magic? aren't I supposed to have water magic?'

"Hmm.. The change in mana isn't unheard off, life changing events or magic rituals can modify mana itself but… To change the attribute itself? It's drastic. I haven't seen this before."

"Is he going to be alright?" Nebra asked, her voice was filled with concern.

"Don't worry, like I said mana changes are rare but not impossible. And that fever was probably a result of it as well. Ice and Water aren't too different. So it's possible."

"But still…" Nebra asked, not convinced by the Doctor's words.

"Mana is a mysterious thing lady Nebra, Strange things happen all the time." The doctor smiled. After noting a few more things and asking me a few more questions. He left the room.

Nebra looked at me. "You should get some rest. You missed the grimoire ceremony, so we will go after you've retained your strength." She smiled as she left the room as well.

I was once again left alone. Solid Silva, second son of Acier Silva.

And now, I was him.

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A/N:

It has always bothered me why Solid didn't have ice magic. Aside from his name, Nebra has mist magic (Gas), Noelle has water magic (liquid) and Solid should have ice magic (solid). That makes so much more sense.

Comments are appreciated much more than power stones. It makes me feel like people actually read this and I am not just screaming into a void.

Of course I wouldn't power stones though.