I gripped the edge of the crib as tightly as I could. I didn't want to fall back down, not again. I will stand, reincarnation damn you! I shall no longer be bound by the confines of my crib! I have been going crazy, not being able to stand up, but after a few weeks, I could actually stand, but only with help; my balance sucked. What happened in those few weeks apart from standing was me pestering mother to show me more and more magic. Which she didn't seem to like. She had shown me four in total. Candle (pretty sure that's its name), Blow (Or gale, but this sounds weaker and like something aimed at children) Light (Guess, it could be Shine or something) and lastly: The Last One. I don't know what it was, or did, since my mother never activated it, but it was blue. As to why she didn't use it, maybe it had to do she was telling me off for pestering her too much (or I guess so) and used it to show if I didn't stop i would be hit by whatever it was. A little early for the punishments I'll say but eh, new world, new logic. And I didn't want to get hit by whatever it was because if it was being used as a punishment, it wouldn't be something like a small wind, but more like a very weak slap. I couldn't handle slaps (not yet) and I also wanted to be at peak performance.

I also figured out she didn't like me going into magic. Be it because I am a baby, or because of something else, she didn't like it. I guess my motives were too clear. That door was closed, for now, so I began going the direct opposite way. If I can't choose mage, I'll choose warrior! Time to train. And by training I mean 2 weeks of me trying to stand and failing to do a push up. I only tired that once and probably won't try for a while.

I let go of the crib and used all of the power within me to stand up.

I fell.

I just didn't have enough power to stand up. A laugh entered the room. I looked up to see Mother was by the door, watching me. Crap. I don't know much about babies, but I don't think an almost month year old baby should be trying to stand. She came in and kissed me on the forehead, spoke to me and then pointed to the window. Outside. Is she asking me if I wanted to go outisde? I lost my vision and my head hurt from how fast I nodded. Then I remember that probably means nothing to these people, so I raised my arms and shouted happily from where I was.

I really really wanted to see what was outside. I couldn't see out the window as it was too high, and even then it was blurry. Something also bugged me, as I looked at the window. I heard somewhere that babies should get depth perception at around 4 months or so, yet I could see depth perfectly fine. Well, almost, if it was too far I couldn't see anything, let alone tell how far they are. I guess that since I have the mind of an adult, that makes it easier for my brain to have depth perception and other mind related things, since I'm guessing babies didn't have developed enough brains to understand information well but I could do calculus as an almost month year old, so I'm guessing that limit doesn't apply to me. But any body related functions are a limit that definitely applies to me. I have very good software but very bad hardware.

My mother left the room, leaving me there to think about depth perception, and then returned with clothes. Clothes for me, I realised as she began dressing me. It was warm in my room, so being without clothes never really meant much. She then picked me up and we went to the door, and through it. Into a brand new world: the hallway. It seemed my room was at the end of it to the right, and we walked straight forwards to enter a room i guessed was my mother's due to the bed being double. She then put me on the bed as she dressed herself. I couldn't see anything, but the room was bigger than mine, and was colder, though I barely felt it. The bed looked like a bed, a mattress, blanket, everything. But it still felt unrefined and not really modern.

My mother grabbed me and then we went down the hallway, to the great beyond! We passed one other room, and then we were in what I guessed was the main room, containing a fireplace, a table and some seats. 2 figures got closer, or I guessed so, as they were still very blurry. They talked to mother, who responded and shook me up as if mentioning me. She kept speaking before she put me down and walked away. One of the figures approached me and leaned down to look at me. She was young, had dark brown hair, and smiled at me before waving. I gave a wave back, and she started to talk to the other figure excitedly. The other figure approached and leaned down to look at me as well. He was a boy that seemed to be younger than the girl but also had dark brown hair. I'm guessing that they were my siblings.

This also meant that I needed to think very hard about what crazy hairstyle I needed to give myself so that I can look cool, but before that train of thought could leave the station, Mother returned, picking me up. And then putting me in a basket. I wasn't complaining; I get to go outside. Mother said goodbye to my siblings (or I'm guessing she did) and we exited. It was cloudy outside, and windy it seemed, from how my basket seemed to swing to the sides while Mother was trying to keep me still. We were in a town I realised, after Mother introduced me to some of her friends, or random strangers that smiled and waved at me, and I waved back

Me and Mother seemed to have went shopping. I was sharing my basket with some fruits and vegetables, maybe even spices. After a while I began to doze off a bit, but we were already heading home by then. All in all, it was nice outside, but at the same time I didn't see anything magical! Eventough I was in a basket, and had a limited field of vision, nothing even remotely fantasy popped up. No big swords, no monsters, no magic, not even any armour! Where were we where, in a fantasy world with magic, there wasn't a need for armour?! I slept very troubled.

We got back home and the day seemed to continue as usual, that being very boring. I had nothing to do! There was a limited number of poses I could put my toy in, and a limit to my baby dexterity. There was only so much I could piece together from the magic I saw, and unlike what I thought, outside didn't help! Though it felt nice feeling the cold air brush past my face... Maybe I should get Mother to take me outside more. I could learn the language faster, I realised. I was sometimes very short sighted, I wanted to go outside only to see what magical things there were, and hadn't really thought of the other benefits I could gain, along with seeing a dragon. Maybe it was something else, but I learnt stuff fast. Not in general, but after I got reincarnated. Maybe my past life helped, but I learnt to focus my eyes and move my eyes and move my body very fast. I also remember the symbols and speech very well...

'Hello.' I said in my mind, and I froze. I... That was this language I realised. I thought of that in this language and knew what it was. How? I mean, my Mother kept repeating it, no matter the time, and I heard some other people outside use it. A lot. Was my old brain mixed with my new one? Apparently babies learn stuff fast, faster than older people. So, I could learn stuff faster and, due to my enhanced thinking, I could use that to my advantage? I smiled. Wonderful. Truly.

The next day I asked Mother in the best way I could if we could go outside again, but she seemed to say no. 'No.' I repeated in my head, in their language again. I heard her say this word before when she refused to show me more magic and when we went into the village, used quite a lot. Does that mean 'Yes' was yes? It was a good guess, as to how i knew this: It was a rough translation but the 'No' in this language was more of a 'Notyes'.

A week passed before I could make Mother take me outside again. I decided I hated being a baby. Yes it was nice to not have to do anything, and it would feel good to not so anything, but usually that came after knowing how it was to do everything else, and magic sure as hell wasn't something I knew was boring. Hell, magic was something I barely knew. I think I might become addicted to it. Wait, isn't this how mad scientists arise? Or I guess a mad magician in this case.

Sitting in a crib was the most boring thing to happen, period. I cannot move, and I'm closed off from the world, its almost as if I'm at the bottom of that ladder, but the crib is worse because in the sewer at least I was bleeding out and something was happening.

We got prepared again before exiting, going past my (supposed) siblings. This time it was sunny, and I had just taken a nap, so I shouldn't fall asleep again. We walked for a long time, I hadn't realised how long it took to get to the shops last time, and Mother began buying practically the same things. This time I listened as well as I could to their conversation.

"Hello, *******..."

"*******, no* *****..."

They barely used any of the 3 words I knew, and it was hard to figure out the rest because the shopkeeper had a thick accent. I never wanted to kick someone and ask them to be clearer harder than then. I'm trying to learn a language here, speak clearer! We moved from shop to shop, Mother buying some fruits or vegetables, and placing them next to me in the basket. I tried hard to not roll my eyes when someone talked to me and called me cute. And I was damn sure they said cute, it was used too much when mentioning me that it couldn't be a coincidence! I also might have learnt a swear word from an angry shopkeeper, who shouted it out after dropping his wares so loudly my body almost instinctively began to cry, but I got ahold of it and stopped myself.

By the time I returned home my vocabulary increased a lot and I was hungry. I wanted to eat one of the products we bought but remembered I can't eat solids yet, I tried to do so before and promptly choked on the piece of wood for half a second before immediately spitting it out. I was back in my crib now, and was getting fidgety. I didn't like it, it felt like the bottom of that ladder. I need to get that checked out..

...

Mother was late. I had soiled myself once again, and promptly cried out but Mother didn't come. It took almost a solid minute of crying before she came into the room, hurriedly changed my diaper, said something about me being a 'cute boy' and then leaving. Bizarre. She usually stayed longer, what was this about? I listened and heard a commotion from the main room, though just barely. It must be pretty loud if I could hear it. I heard people walk down the hallway and enter mother's room. Someone was crying. No, 2 people were crying. Must have been my siblings, but why were they crying? I just listened but they weren't talking, everyone was silent. I went back to thinking about the language.

...

Mother seemed different. She wasn't cheerful anymore, she didn't call me a 'cute boy', just mumbled sometimes. That week we didn't go into the village. The next we did, however, and when we left I saw my siblings were sulking, or down or crying. One of those, they just sat there. Once outside, I used all of my strength and willpower to lean over the side of the basket, I needed to see how the world looked like. I saw trees of green and red roses too, the sky was blue and some idiot was unable to open a door? Maybe they locked themselves out. On either side of the road there was a house made of wood and some stone, just like mine, I realised. I couldn't actually see the houses too far away, but the colours were mostly enough. Babies can't see all the colours, and that was a very weird thing to get used to once my sight was actually able to see colour.

We turned, which was odd because normally we just keep going forwards, however Mother didn't seem to acknowledge my confusion. We walked for what I guessed was 10 to 30 minutes before she stopped in front of a house. My mother knocked at the door, and someone opened it. It was a blonde lady from what I could tell. They hugged and Mother began to... cry?

"I'm sorry." the blonde said, something I didn't even need to know the language to understand, but why was she apologising? My mother said a sentence back, something I only understood one word of, that being 'not'. We entered the woman's abode and she began to talk about me, it seemed. She talked to me and then to my mother, then pointed at me a few times, she waved, and I waved back. The inside of her house was similar to ours, a main room with a hallway leading to other rooms.

Eventually we returned home, Mother visually more happy, even cheering up my siblings a bit. I was put back into crib hell, and mother decided to entertain me. She showed me some magic. A pentagram, writing I memorised quickly, charged the second circle. It was familiar, where have I seen it befor- It was The Last One, albeit a smaller circle. A blue spell. Mother got close to me and put the circle along with her hand on my cheek. Not only did I see it activate. I felt it. Something rippled inside me. I felt something still there, and touched it with my hand

It was wet.

Mother moved her finger and wiped away the tears before wiping some of her own. She kissed me on the forehead and called me 'cute little boy', I realised I translated it wrong after I heard someone use small in the market. Mother then left the room, and I was left with deciphering the magic. But now I had enough.