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Ayden and Theodre tribe

Ayden, the old foodtruck owner gets killed and is reincarnated in everyones dream... a fantasy world. He finds out that he was born in a legendary tribe and could use amazing magic that less than 10 000 had from millions. Follow the Aydens journey as he discovers new ways to use magic and explores the new world.

parch · Fantasy
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45 Chs

First movement

It's been 3 days now. I think babies behave here the same way as in Earth. I've only been eating, sleeping and being hugged. For some reason I didn't go crazy or something like that after I realized that I had been reborn.

When I read novels like this I always thought that It's not realistic because no one could handle it like the protagonist from a light novel. But seems like it's accurate because I didn't feel nervous at all. I just accepted my new life in this new world. Where there are infinite possibilities, and I could achieve almost anything with a strong mentality.

I didn't know, If this was the common novel world with magic and monsters but time will tell.

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It has already been 5 months. And I learned to CRAWL, finally. I can move. After being fed and feeling weird about it again. I waited for mom to leave and then I got down from the bed, climbed over the little wall that made sure that I could not fall down. But not stop me from escaping.

I got down and the fall was not big only half a meter. After getting down I had to spin myself around to see around me. I saw a door and started to head towards it. Before I got to the door however, I saw something to my right. A mirror where I saw myself for the first time. And damn I don't look like my old self.

I have white hair and purple eyes, I remember that my mom also had purple eyes so I think my dad had white hair. I haven't seen him a lot. I saw him in the hospital but only twice after that so I don't remember him very well.

But doesn't matter to me, I decided to leave as fast as possible to explore the new world. And for that what I need right now is information. History, etiquette, culture as much as possible. So, I started to head for the door again, only to see my mom standing in front of it.

She had her hands covering her mouth and almost jumping. I did not understand why? Was there a bug on the floor, I didn't see any. She suddenly started to walk towards me with big steps, I tried to escape but she was faster than me.

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She seems very happy, and the look on her eyes is the same as dog owners, when their new puppy learns a new trick.

She kept saying things, that I didn't know but from her tone. I knew that they were good things.

She pressed my nose and started to praise me for my big achievement, it made me feel good. But not good enough to just stay here. Even if the praising was like for a puppy, it felt good.

And right after I woke up, I started my escape plan again. Crawl out, crawl to door and now I'm further than before, the door wasn't closed to I pushed it open with my head. I was in a hallway, there were one door in front of me, one on my right and one in front of that. Let us go through all of these.

First the one in front of me. It led to another bedroom, probably my parents. I left but couldn't close the door. Then the one that was on my right. I saw a desk, shelf and some kind of big stone but no books.

So there's only one possibility and I was right it was in the room in front of the previous one. It had a lot of books. But I realized something, they were too high for me. I could only get to the ones on the lowest level. Now I realized another fact, I couldn't speak so how on earth could I read this language.

I realized that I must first learn to read. So I took colorful book from the self and started to head back. The doors didn't any kind of doorstep so I could push the book forward with my knee. My parent's didn't try to stop me and I got to the room safely.

I climbed to my bed, which was harder than getting out of it but I managed to get in. And started to read or just look at the words. But it didn't matter a lot. I hid my book and waited for my mother to arrive. Mom likes to talk a lot so if I just listened her all the time and then try to match the words to the book, I can learn to speak and read.

I am indeed a genius. This continued for almost a month I explored the rest of the house with mom, because she knew that I could crawl. She took me from my bed, carried me to what seemed like to be the living room and let me crawl around. There were only 3 places I couldn't go. One was in the basement, one seemed like the kitchen and the last one was outside.

That didn't matter to me though, I only wanted to learn now. And now I could. I had finally learned to read but could not understand all of my mom's words except for some.