4 Life but with Conversations with Celestial Beings?

After hearing dad's backstory, I realized something big. Browsing through the old newspapers hidden in an old dusty chest, I came to see the world out there... There was still hierarchy even in this world. A world where different races fight for glory to show who is the most powerful. Even after they proposed a peace treaty, there's still hatred left. Hatred between races but they keep that hatred to themselves to prevent another war from happening.

So once I set off, I'll just throw up a hoodie, and clamp earmuffs on my noggin to keep it there. I don't know how I'll explain my hair, but whatever happens, happens. Maybe I'll grow it short.

Scars left behind by the battle are forever engraved to earth's memory where one can never forget what happened. Beautiful fields turned into a filthy wasteland with piles of body and blood nourishing the soil. It was named "The Land of The Marsh" where no living thing survives for long.

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I had my final sword class with my father. I learned his sword style. I even added a few kicks plus my signature moves. Flash steps. Like lightning, I strike through my enemy in a flash with extreme damage aiming at critical points. After practicing it, again and again, I added a bit of the flowing currents sword style to increase my flexibility while maintaining my stance. That being said, my form gets inconsistent at times, and there is still plenty of stuff I can't do. All I know is the theory and instructions, and maybe a little bit of execution.

But my limbs are short, and all I can do as of the moment are cheap replications of what he can do. He said that I'll perfect his style in a few years, but I'm not sure. Seems like a lifelong dedication to dangerous art.

He apologized heavily for not being able to complete my training. I told him it was fine, that he was a great teacher, but he looked a little depressed to cut off the padawan-ish braids that I used to wear.

Well, better to cut them off here than never.

You know, Mom caught us once. She's a gentlewoman, but that one time…

I can't even describe it. I thought for a minute that my ears would fall off from the weight of the verbal abuse she dropped on us. I'm lucky she didn't beast mode on my ass, but my Dad…

Welp, let's just say that he was hobbling for the next few days.

I'm almost six. And I'm supposed to catch the wagon, or broomstick, or whatever method of transportation to be used to send me to the Capital when my birthday rolls along.

A few days before my 6th birthday, I overheard my parents talking about me. Normally, I'd be scared, since I'm afraid of gossip, but I let this one slide since they came from a good place and intent.

"Honey… I'm scared." Dad said to Mom. It was a late night, and they crashed on the couch, warming by the hearth, beers in hands.

"Why?"

"Our little Zoph is going out into the world. And I want to go with him, and protect him, but if I'm not with you…"

Hey, what's with the cheesy stuff?

"Relax. Our Zophie is a fighter. He's already channeling Mana at an absurd rate, he's very skilled at cooking, cleaning, writing, arithmetic, well… He's the best son I could have ever asked for!"

Damnit, Mom. I thought from behind the staircase, brushing a tear from my eye. Enough with the cheesy stuff.

"I know, but still… They're very biased over there towards non-humans. And I know he'll make a name for himself, but I don't want him to be hurt just because his ears are pointed, or his natural gifts in Magic, or by anything." He took a big swig of beer.

"And I'm scared to let him out into the world."

"Darling, the hardest thing for a parent to do is to realize that you can't protect your kids from anything. Someday, he'll leave the nest, and spread his wings. And maybe he'll fly, maybe he'll fall, but we'll be here to catch him if he needs us to." Mom said, resting her head on his shoulder. "And he takes after you. He's strong. He'll survive, I know it!"

"I'll drink to that," Dad said, clinking his glass against Mom. "Cheers."

They did some stuff after that, which I do not care to remember, because it was late at night and my body said it was time to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, they were cooking breakfast, and no words were spoken of what happened the previous night.

My 6th birthday came along. And just before the break of dawn, I was called into a rude awakening.

Dad and Mom were discussing something. Although I wanted to know what they were talking about, I couldn't do it because my mother set up a sound barrier. My mother may not look like it, but she was once a battle mage. She specialized in sound and fire magic.

A thundering of footsteps cascaded down the stairs, followed by candlelight and distraught voices.

I rolled over from my bed, and saw my dad, sword in hand, backed up by my mom, holding this weird-looking staff. The door swung open, revealing a cloaked shadow.

"Oi, who goes there at this hour-!" Dad yelled. He held up the candle in his hand, and I craned in.

I took a look at the man standing outside the door. He was covered in a robe, hood-up, and I could only make out a gruff, silver beard. But tied to his side was a sword…

Identical to the one over the fireplace. The one that Mom said she used to swing around when she was younger.

"Oh. It's just you." Dad said. "Jackass, couldn't you have come at a later time?"

"Mind your language." The bearded man said, nodding in my direction.

"Who is he?" I asked, half asleep. I wandered over to them, but the cloaked man's eyes glowed a brilliant red, and my limbs gave out. My Mom caught me before I hit the ground.

"He's a friend. Go to sleep."

And I knew darkness, and dreams found me.

"Hello… Human, we've met again." She winked at me as she smiled.

"Oh, it's you." I wasn't surprised because she always appeared in my dreams.

"I have a name. Lilith." She smiled, and ruffled my hair. "So, do you have anything to ask me?"

I slicked my hair back into place. "I'm perfectly fine, thanks for asking."

The darkness we were wrapped in lit up, and we were back to the stars and planets from before I was born.

"Are you sure?" She drawled on

"A'ight then, was it you who brought me here, and if it is then why though?"

"It's all and just because it's special. That's why I brought you here."

"How so?"

"Probably because it's the will of the world."

"OK?"

" Even people like me have eyes for talent, and being that person worth no more than a piece of trash or nobody at all on Earth would miss you if I brought you to another world."

"Bruh…" I blinked, stunned. "Cheshire smile offended by something that I agree with?"

"Since you still fit my criteria, I selected you to be reincarnated."

"And what am I here to do?"

"All I ask from you is to be yourself. You shall find peace in its embrace, or... Well, I forgot." She smiled an impish, cheshire grin, wiggled her fingers, and vanished. " Reincarnation isn't just for fun though."

"Hey, we're not done here. Hey. Lilith. Answer me!" I called out.