2 Chapter 1

My first memory as a "human" was when I was three. I was attempting to crawl up the stairs to my "stepfather's" study. As soon as I realized I was in this body I stopped and looked around. There was a large door behind me and a closet to my left. The closet door was left open slightly and one could see the coats and pairs of shoes inside. To my right was a dark brown carpeted floor with couches. The "living room", as the humans called it.

I was vaguely able to remember these terms from my memory of the past three years, but they soon faded as they only served to help me adjust temporarily. I could probably remember them if I really wanted to, but I don't care enough to try. Technically, I would have all the power in this world; infinite knowledge, absolute authority over everything and everyone, but that's only if I cared enough to wield it.

Instead I am here, in the tiny body of a three-year-old named Charlie Williams. From my observation, their body seems to be neither male nor female. Perhaps it was my subconscious that made it as such. I tried leaving it all to random chance as to what body I would end up in but it seems like not everything turned out randomly.

My "stepfather" finally took notice of me at the bottom of the steps, picked me up, and went back upstairs. He set me down in a "playpen" in his study. A wretched plastic contraption that I couldn't escape from. I could if I take off a ring on my finger to destroy it, however that would cause more destruction then necessary, likely alarm the "stepfather", and break the promise to myself about limiting my abilities. Speaking of the rings, they were currently invisible on my tiny hands. I couldn't feel them so I made them appear and their weight on my hands solidified, which pulled them down abruptly.

This sudden noise attracted the attention of my "stepfather" who looked over from his work at me confusedly. I quickly hid the rings before he could notice and he turned his attention back to his work. I made them appear again, this time with my hands on my lap as to not get any more unwanted attention. I had four rings on each finger, so 40 in total. Each one was a very thin band around my finger, so the four rings together looked like one.

I resigned my fate in the "playpen" and looked around. Bookshelves lined the walls and there was a window straight ahead of me. My "stepfather's" desk was to my right and my "playpen" was in the center of the room. There were many different books and toys he had given me that were on the floor. I tried taking a book and reading it but the words didn't make any sense. I sighed and was annoyed by it. It didn't seem very normal for a "human" to not be able to read their own language so I took off one of my rings to correct it.

I didn't think much of it. There was no use dwelling on something I didn't have the answer to. Once the ring hit the floor it instantly shattered into pieces, and the remains seemed to float up in the air and disappear. Instantly my head felt clearer and I could focus on the words in the book. The twitching I didn't even know was there stopped immediately and I became more still.

I spent the rest of the evening practicing reading books, as it seems important to know the written language of the "humans", judging by all the books on the bookshelves. Since I took off a ring I didn't get tired, thankfully my strength didn't increase with it. All I had was more stamina and a clearer mind. Nevertheless, once it got dark my "stepfather" took me out of the "playpen". During this time he'd been giving me snacks and checking on me to make sure I was ok, but he mainly focused on his work.

He set me down at the foot of the stairs and I followed him to a new room, the "kitchen". He prepared a meal for the both of us while I sat at the table. Halfway through I could hear the large door open and close quietly. A women in her early 30s walked in, my "mother". She greeted my "stepfather" and turned to me saying, "Well Charlie seems awfully quiet." She patted me on the head softly while my "stepfather" replied, "Yeah, they've been like that all day."

They both voiced their concerns while my "mother" set the table and sat down to eat. We had a simple meal of spaghetti and meatballs. "Mother" cut my portion into tiny bits for me to eat and I took the small fork and ate a part of the meatball. The flavor was simple but it tasted amazing, considering I had never eaten anything before. I squealed with delight, which was the first sound I had made all day and ravenously ate my meal. My "stepfather" and "mother" chuckled as they wiped the marinara sauce off my face.

I think I'm going to like it here.

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