Chapter Two: Finding out my Class

Oh yeah! I'm an incarnate, I died while hustling for my daily bread , and I mean it literally. Last I could remember was making a delivery of warm fresh baked bread to a granny two streets away from the bakery I worked in. All was fine, me running with warm breads in my arms, across the street, trying to beat my quota for the day, until the man with a scythe decided to pay me a visit. 

An impromptu one if I may say, cause why kill me and bring me back to life in another entire different world. Though I wasn't complaining and saw it as a second chance to live my new life to the fullest. Perharps that was the reason, I was drawn to the church and didn't mind growing up within it. Not to say that their teachings of been good to your fellow humans didn't settle in my ears as I usually handpicked my customers whom I helped managed their savings discreetly. Or course it was without their knowledge, a poor kid asking for a bronze coin, or a single paper note to buy bread would either be snubbed or eat a fist for breakfast. 

Now I was eighteen and I believed life would be good for me. I was currently studying in the capital city of Bandum Kingdom,..yeah it's sounds the same way Netflix comes up on your favourite series.....and this new world of mine had sort of medieval practices, with some similar to magic or was it superpowers? I hadn't really been paying attention in classes, cause the only thing on my mind was how to make it...and that simply means, never to be poor in my life again.

 I would say more like superpowers, cause if I remember correctly, everyone had a stats. It was said that the moment you get your class, you could see your stats, and the higher your stats is, the more stronger you're in your class. 

Take for example my teacher, the pretty brunette who had been staring at me weirdly. She's of the Knight class and she's also pretty strong too. No one knows her stats, but everyone knew that she wasn't to be messed with, as she would often spar with other male knights and sometimes beat their ass up. Imagine getting beat up by a female in the same class as yours ? Funny right? Not to be misogynistic. But in this new world I was reincarnated into, all genders were equal, but at the same time not all were equally favored or equally born. 

One could only know their class at the age of eighteen and it was at that age that everyone felt life truly had began for you. And mine was about to start, as I opened the white door and walked into the evaluating room. 

Of course my tent wasn't up again, and yeah it wasn't small like they said; trust me ?

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"Dave You're next ." 

Miss Gloria, the pretty brunette who was my class teacher nudge me in as I walked into the white room. If I said I wasn't tensed, I was a liar; a big one for that matter.

"Easy now son, you just lie there and allow the little bit nibble part of the needle to peedle, keedle your forehead. 

Okay this man just broke the tension I was feeling before, now I'm getting irritated.

'Was this the way others were treated ? Cause what sort of whack ass poetry line is this'

'He's just trying to help'.

"Huh"

"Who's there ?" I quickly asked, my hands up in the air. 

"Oooh..now relax son. It ain't doing anything other than kissing your fore head, like a goodnight kiss from momma"

I paused for a second as I let his words wash over me. Slowly turning my head towards him, I stared at his dark grey eyes and slowly said

"Could you not use that word....the 'kiss' word and I ain't got a mother."

"Ohh bless her soul.....what word ?" The older man asked with a suprised look. 

"Yes that word " I quickly responded. 

"Which word ?" He asked again, trying to play games with me.

"Don't play games with me olll..." 

The needle pierced my head as I felt a hot burning sensation. I tried to scream but nothing came out as it felt like I had became voiceless. 

The feeling of my body been plunged into the ocean hit me as I felt something like cold waters washing over me. 

'Fuck! What am I now, mother earth going through her seasons?'

'Ooi what if mother earth experiences seasons, the same way a lady experiences period'

"Who the fuck keeps whispering in my head?" I suddenly blurted out as I felt my the control of my body slipping back into my hands. 

"You okay son ? You been talking to yourself for the past two minutes. " the old man said as he pulled a chair and a tablet towards me.

"Sorry I do that quite often ." I replied with a warm smile as he quickly nodded and looked at the wide screen in his hand.

"So what's your class?" He asked as we both stared at each other for a moment. He smiled reassuringly at me as I quickly returned the gesture with a bigger smile. He sniffled and excused himself as I followed suit. Slowly he rubbed his nose as I also did the same. 

"You want to tell me your class or just keep doing what I'm doing?" 

"No!" I blurted out.

"Sorry, no is not an answer " He said with a firm voice. 

"You sure about that ?" I asked as he slowly sighed and stared at this tablet again.

"No, it's not part of the answer we are looking for. " ..." but if you feel you didn't see your class, perharps we could run the test again." 

"No, I'm good." I quickly said. 

"What did you say ?" He asked curiously as I flashed him a wide smile.

"I'm a knight"

There was silence in the room as we both stared at each other before he started laughing , as I too joined in the joke, not wanting to be left out. We both knew it was a good joke, he didn't buy my bullshit.

Two minutes later and he wiped the tears off his eyes and asked me: 

"Why are you laughing ?" 

"Because..." I paused for a moment.

"Becauseeee ..? " He encouraged me with his hands and eyes. 

"Because... you laughed ?" I replied with an unsure tone, like a child wondering if what he had just said would get a reward of spanking. 

The old doctor chuckled as he pulled his chair closer, too close for comfort. 

"You see son.." He began one of those fatherly parental pep talks. ' No wonder he had been calling me son, knew it was going to heed this way.' "...not everyone was born to be the Knight in shining armor, some were born to assist the Knight like the assasin, archer, and some to heal the Knight like the healer, and of course all others too. You see son, everyone has a purpose in this life and trust me son, when you find that purpose, you ought to fulfill it before you die. Unless you have lived a fruitless life." 

His big hands on my shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly as his words attacked my heart, melting my defenses. Crazy thing was I didn't even know what my class was and this old man telling me about purposes and all, just what if I really was a Knight, well it was time to find out.

'But what if I really wanted to be a duck? I mean just waddle in my pond with my little ducklings behind me ?'