I create my own class

Canza sat on the floor of his bedroom, surrounded by his favorite toys. He had always loved playing make-believe games, creating his own stories and worlds to escape into. Today, he was pretending to be a knight in shining armor, defending his kingdom from an evil dragon.

As he slayed the imaginary beast with his wooden sword, a strange feeling washed over him. It was like a spark of recognition, a glimmer of something he couldn't quite understand. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but the feeling only grew stronger.

Suddenly, an image flashed before his eyes - a memory of a world he had long forgotten. It was a world of concrete jungles and towering skyscrapers, of bustling streets and busy people. It was a world vastly different from the one he now lived in, a world of magic and dragons and knights in shining armor.

He felt a wave of confusion and disbelief wash over him. How could he have forgotten about this is the other world? It felt so real, yet so distant at the same time.

As he sat there, lost in thought, his mother called out to him from the kitchen. He quickly wiped away his tears and stood up, trying to compose himself. He knew he couldn't tell anyone about what he had just experienced. They would think he was crazy.

But deep down, he knew the truth. He wasn't just a kid playing make-believe. He was someone who had lived a whole other life, a life that felt just as real as the one he was living now.

As he left his room and walked down the hallway, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. He wanted to remember more, to know more about the world he had left behind. But for now, he would have to push those thoughts aside and focus on his mother first.

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Alicia was busy in the kitchen, preparing lunch for her and her son. As she stirred the pot of stew, she called out to Canza.

"Come on, dear, lunch is almost ready. You must be starving after playing all morning."

Canza nodded and made his way to the kitchen, still lost in thought. He had been trying to make sense of the strange memory that had resurfaced earlier. He knew he had lived a different life before, one that was vastly different from the one he was living now.

As he sat down at the table, his mother placed a bowl of stew in front of him. She could tell something was bothering him and asked, "Is everything okay, Canza?"

Canza hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. He didn't want to worry his mother or make her think he was crazy. But he knew he couldn't keep this to himself forever.

"Mom, I had a strange memory today. I remembered a different world, one with tall buildings and lots of people."

His mother looked at him with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "What do you mean, dear? A different world?"

Canza took a deep breath and tried to explain as best he could. He told her about the memory that had resurfaced, about the world of concrete and steel and the feeling of familiarity it had given him.

His mother listened attentively, trying to understand. She knew her son had always been imaginative and prone to creating elaborate stories, but this seemed different somehow.

After a moment of silence, she spoke. "Canza, I don't know what to make of this. But I do know that you are still the same person, no matter what memories you have or where they come from. You are my son, and I love you just the way you are."

Canza nodded, grateful for his mother's words of comfort. He knew he couldn't change the past, but he could choose how he lived in the present. And for now, he was content to be Canza, just a regular boy.

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After lunch, he decide to take breather outside to sort his mind. Arranging clusters of decade of memories really stress out the mind of 8 year old. So decide to go fishes at the river locate in nearby forest glades.

Packing up all necessary stuff and noted his mother, he proceed with steady gait of child. When he arrived, he noticed his friends, Abigail and Gabe already fishing so he promptly joined them.

"Canz!"

"Hai, Canza!"

They greet energeticly, and continued to chat about the latest gossip and news in the village.

"You guys, did you hear about the new family that moved into the village?" asked one of his friends.

Canza shook his head, trying to focus on the conversation. "No, I haven't. Who are they?"

"They're from the city, apparently," replied his Gabe as his parents had close ties to village head, they always get a new gossip or news earliest than others. "They bought one of the old houses near the village square. My parents are saying they're here to try and change things, but I don't really know."

Canza listened with interest, curious about the newcomers. He had always been fascinated by the city and the stories he had heard about it. Fills with people and adventurer alike, he eyes sparkle fantasise that maybe the new comer are some of retire adventure or old wizard.

"That unusual, rarely people want to stay in backward village like here, especially those came from the city" muttered Abigail. As oldest of the three, she the wisest of them and apparently also came from the city... well her parents did, she born here.

Puzzled, Canza ask her why that the case.

"Well, I also not sure but I always heard from my parents that mana quality here is not as good as at the city" said Abigail.

"They complained a lot about this, so I just make a connection" shrug her.

"Shall we take a look?" Canzs said. "Maybe we should go visit and see how to they look."

His friends nodded in agreement, and promised tomorrow set there together. They continued to chat and fish until the sun began to set. As they packed up their gear and said their goodbyes, Canza felt relaxed and tax on him mind reduce a lot.

As he walked back to his house, he couldn't help but think about his past life once again. Some memories have similarities with current life like he is human, a boy and have a happy life are things that easily to reorganise but things like mana, magic or wizard which I classified as fantasy genre alike is similar but different. There's a lot of information regarding this fantasy genre, no that's not it, it's the information that take half of brain to reorganise so it tremendous amount of info. What kind of person is me in previous life? A wizard maybe? We'll see.

He return home later on and had a dinner with his family. He never revel the past life memory to others member of family. He rest early that night.