2 Grandma's Tales and Six-Year Trails

A full year has passed since my arrival in this unfamiliar world, under the care of my newfound grandmother, Amely. She graciously adopted me as her grandchild, a gesture that made me very happy.

Grandma is also extremely cool – I love hanging out when she's cooking or when we're chilling by the fireplace, where she likes to narrate these wild stories about her life and mythical creatures living among us. Admittedly, she may be a bit eccentric, but it makes everything way more fun. Vampires, sirens, you name it – she's got stories about them.

Perhaps, there's a grain of truth in her narratives. Who's to say that I haven't been reborn into a world teeming with vampires and fantastical creatures?

Can't lie though – when she started talking about vampires, my first instinct was to search on the globe if there's a place called Forks, Washington. No such luck, or maybe that's a good thing – no Twilight drama for me.

Being a baby in this world comes with its share of advantages and disadvantages. On the positive side, I get to indulge in profuse amounts of sleep and bear no responsibilities. However, the downsides involve the necessity of tending to my needs in a diaper, relying on someone to attend to these less glamorous aspects of existence.

Throughout this year, I've come to realize that this new world shares striking similarities with my previous one. It boasts the conveniences of electricity, similar technological advancements, and a geography that appears familiar, although I can't pinpoint my exact location. Amely converses with me in English, leading me to deduce that I might be situated in North America, Australia, or the UK. I hope it's not Australia; I dislike spiders and dangerous creatures.

Can you imagine it, I go outside and find out that the most venomous spider is chilling in my shoes. The worst thing is, I heard that on some occasions it rains spiders. I may exaggerate, but no thank you.

Grandmother, in her earnest desire for me to acclimate to this world, frequently engages me in conversation about general knowledge and everyday life. In my former life, I had knowledge of approximately four languages, and fortunately, English was one of them. This linguistic advantage allows me to comprehend her dialogues and answer her with simple words. Yeah, words, after one year, it is normal that babies can say simple words, right?

You should have seen her face when one night, while she was cooking, I said my first word. She was extremely happy to hear my first word, and you know what I said? I said "Sleepy." Why Sleepy? – you probably ask, and my answer is I don't know… I like sleeping and was tired… yeah.

I also finally know how I look. In the bathroom, there is a mirror, and I was shocked at my appearance. I mean, without being arrogant, but in the future, I will probably have a line of girls who will simp for me because of my beauty, hahahaha.

My face has a lot of baby fat, but you can see the perfect symmetry of it, and probably when I grow up and lose my baby fat, I will look stunning. My eyes shimmer in a gem-like deep royal purple, exuding an air of mystery, while my snow-white hair complements the effect, a feature I quite like. It makes me look similar to Gojo Satoru from Jujutsu Kaisen, and he was the epitome of beauty.

On occasions, Amely takes me outdoors, allowing me to marvel at the wonders of nature. To my astonishment, I discover that our dwelling is no ordinary abode; it is a castle. Yes, a castle! I can't help but express my approval to whoever left me here, appreciating their consideration in placing me under the care of someone residing in such a majestic structure. I mean, he could have left me in an orphanage...

The architecture suggests a European influence, strengthening my belief that I might be in the UK. Surrounding the castle is a meticulously tended garden, serving as a picturesque enclosure, and beyond that lies a lush forest, further enhancing the fascinating setting. My time with Amely becomes increasingly enjoyable as I soak in the beauty of our surroundings.

As I grow accustomed to my life in this castle, Amely's companionship proves to be a source of comfort and joy. The routine of our days, filled with her presence, the exploration of the castle's surroundings, and the occasional venture into nature, becomes a tapestry woven with moments of contentment.

I personally don't care how and why I got reincarnated; one of my many quotes is "If you have a problem and can solve it, then solve it. If you can't solve it, then why waste time thinking about it?"

[Time skip 5 years]

In the past five years, I've made progress in life – walking, talking, and eating like a pro. Plus, turns out I'm living in Rutland, USA.

Another new thing that shocked me nearly to death is that grandma can use magic. It happened one time when I was in the garden planting some plants for fun and a big branch from a nearby tree breaks and falls on me. Grandma simply pointed her finger, and the branch somehow stopped moving in midair. Afterwards, she told me she is a psychic and her strong point is telekinesis. Thus, she let me know that there are people who have powers and even werewolves, vampires, and other mythical creatures that can roam free according to grandma.

If I don't awaken my gift or somehow get a system like other reincarnates, then I am screwed… If I am powerful, then it's all cool and beautiful, but if I am some random weak person who everybody could kill just for fun, then it's not cool and beautiful. Maybe I landed in a TV-series or film and could befriend the protagonists…but I don't know. In my past life there were a lot of films or series about vampires and other supernatural beings. I only hope I landed in a world where I don't need to worry about dying without even knowing…

Changing argument so I don't freak out, today we are celebrating my sixth birthday. My birthday party isn't anything huge, just me, grandma, and a fruity cake – my absolute favorite.

However, as the day progresses, fatigue overtakes my grandmother, and she retires for the night. I understand that at her age, demands more rest and she can't match the boundless energy of a six-year-old fueled by an abundance of sugar. As she drifts into slumber, I make my way to my spacious and simply decorated room. Once there, I find comfort on the balcony, gazing at the stars. I like watching the stars; it helps me to relax.

The familiarity of constellations from my previous life accompanies me, reminiscent of nights spent in the forest with my uncle. His stories about the stars being guiding lights when you feel lost resurface in my thoughts.

Mid-stargazing, I start feeling dizzy and end up on the floor. No pain, just a weird feeling. Stars go blurry for a sec, and I'm thinking, "Not another damn heart attack."

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Author Note:

I published another chapter today, because the first one was a bit short... have fun with the cliffhanger hehehe. See you tomorrow.