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The side effect of Reincarnation

"Reincarnation is a mysterious and wonderful thing, isn´t it?" The old professor took a sip from his tea. Looking at his colleague in the opposite seat. "Just imagine the possibilities!" He spread his arms wide to indicate all the possibilities. "I am." His colleague answered sourly. "Let us assume that there is the thing called reincarnation. Then it must be a blessing for us not to remember our past lives." "Why do you say that? Just imagine If I had all the knowledge of my previous life or lives wouldn´t I be almost all-knowing?" The man smiled imagining having all the knowledge he couldn´t acquire in his lifetime. The other man just shook his head "You, my friend are far too greedy. Just imagining what would happen to a person remembering his past lives fills me with dread and pity. We are lucky not to remember anything if reincarnation is real. Thank God, that this does not happen." Hello there! Writer here. That one above is actually not part of the story, but when I thought about what the story is about that just pooped into my head. It is what this story is going for. Please give me a notice if that´s not how I was supposed to do it.

Mandrion_Abendberg · Kỳ huyễn
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2 A... bear?

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You know what that is? No? Good. Me neither. But my mother seemed to like this song. Whenever she is not looking after me, cooking or sleeping she would always sing. Singing seems to be really important to her. But it is not only her. I can hear others from the outside singing to, but mostly when it gets darker. Oh right! No sign of other people as of yet. Strange not even my father has come to see me. Am I an unwanted child? Well at least my mother seems happy enough. But this is seriously boring. Nothing to do but to eat, sleep, listening und trying to move. But there wasn´t much success in either of those areas except the eating and sleeping thing. Sleeping is really natural since well I AM A BABY. And eating isn´t as embarrissing as before... Who said that? Who said it was embarrissing? IT WAS NOT, OKAY! Great now I start to argue with myself. Can´t we just have a timeskip to hm... let´s say six or eight years old? That would be great since there is nothing to do here. Oh and give me that language comprehension skill, please!

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Right this isn´t a Novel. So no skips in the storyline? Should I just keep hitting the spacebar like in SWTOR? What do you mean it isn´t possible? I just have to believe! ... And find the keyboard. Right cheats! What kind of cheat did I get? Let´s see "Status", "c", "Characktersheet", "Inventory?" . . .

No luck as of yet. Should I try saying it out loud? Nope, even when I tried, naturally I couldn´t pronounce it. Mother´s singing kept going on in the background. Then what could it be... my power. Wait a moment! This is probably another world right? So the language I´m thinking right now is not from this world... Would this world´s system even recognize English? Probably not right? So to use my cheat I have to be able to speak? But come on! The earlier you begin to cheat the better, so shouldn´t god be a bit considerate and teach me the language from the beginning? Ugh! Now I understand why crossover are better... Or it could be that my cheat is a great Manapool? Let´s try! Closing my eyes I focused on my body and tried to sense the mystical energy within me. Yes, Yes I can feel it. The Mana is flowing in my every pore and gives me incredible strenght. Buhahaha! I am invincible! I am inevitable! The Force is with me! Buahahaaha!

Enough of that. I feel strongly reminded of my actions after watching Luke training. Ahh... those precious childhood memories. Running around with a stick and playing Jedi with my brothers. Vanish already! Why couldn´t I lose my memories after dying? Has anyone ever seen a baby trying to roll around in embarrassment? Yes? Who? ...my mother...

Let´s just sleep...

Hmm? mother stopped singing. Why? As if to answer my question the door opened and a bear came in. No not literally a bear, but a human. No I don´t mean a little girl in a bear suit, but a man. Big and strong looking like... right a Viking! A really huge Viking. With a black beard that almost reaches his stomach and long black hair. His voice seemed like thunder on the horizon. Quiet but extremely dangerous. Hi, are you my father? I´m Luke. Or something like that. Mother and Father? are talking to each other and it sounds... incomprehensible, as always. Well, even I can tell that my father? isn´t too happy about something. Why? He isn´t smiling and doesn´t sound happy. This is the same tone as my previous father´s when he had to explain something he deemed to be common sense. And I can tell you: Most of the time it wasn´t. But he acted like it was. After some time I stayed silent and asked my brothers, who seemed to get it. Conclusion: Neither of us understood it, but neither of us cared anymore. So we noded and he could go on to tell us about his hard life. It was stupid, but... oh well. It´s gone anyway.

Anyway, it seems they have finished talking and the bear is now standing before me. He is just looking, scanning, searching? Hey don´t just sigh, when you see me. It´s disheartening.

[*#+'+ä#*##k+#ws#ä+d#+w#+#, Arn.]

Arm? Should I give him my arm? So I reached for him, but he simply turned away and left the house.

Strange really, couldn´t he at least tell me why he was here? Wait! He did! I just couldn´t understand it. Arm... what could that mean? It is the first word I could understand. But the meaning is probably different. Did you know? Most people can learn languages faster, if they first learned a similar language. Like Latin and French. In my case it was different. I confused both languages with one another. In the end I learned neither... just enough Latin for school. So what is the meaning of Arm in this language?

Before I noticed mother cradled me in her arms and speaks in a soft and loving voice to me.

I feel the now familiar feeling spread trough my body. Warm. I smile back at my mother, who keeps talking about an Arm. She is a little bit silly, right? Let´s just not mention that I don´t understand her at all. But that is well established now and still frustrating. Ok let´s put more effort in understanding this strange language of theirs. I concentrate on my mother who is still babbling about her arm and try to comprehend what "arm" means. It must be fairly important, seeing as she is mentioning it in almost every sentence.

Hm... I have the feeling that this word is always at the beginning or the ending at the sentence - mostly. And it seems I misheard the word. She is not talking about an arm but arn. Is arn indicating a question? Doesn´t seem so. Wait a word which is mentioned after the bear came in and talked to her, or rather both of us? Could it be? Wasn´t it a tradition in ancient Rome, that the mother presented her child to the father and he accepted or refused the child. Could this be something similar? Does Arn mean acceptance or family? That would explain why mother is so happy about him accepting me into his family? Something seems a bit off though. He didn´t seem happy enough and left almost immediatly after he talked to me. Then another possibility... Pfft! Look at me thinking this "smartly". Then there is only one possibility left! Right, Batman? As if! As if me thinking about this would result in the right conclusion... But could this be my Name? Arn. Quite short for a name for someone like me the protagonist of this world! Urgh... Mother can´t read thoughts right? This would be really cringeworthy. I have no proof, but until I understand the language better Arn will be my Name. There I said it anyone wanna bet against it? No? Thought so, after all there is nobody else in my thoughts.

I let out a huge jawn. Thinking is always tiring. Let´s go back to sleep. After my snacktime.