Thankyou everyone for commenting. This chapter goes out to Shadowpire. After I posted my poll he commented immediately this got me so happy that I turned around got back on the computer and wrote out this chapter. After his comment i also looked back and noticed some others in earlier chapters (Blazingfrost, Derp, Filthyleacher and all others) thanks! I just wanted to know that someone was reading my story and that writing this and posting it here wasn't worthless, Thankyou all even those who didn't post its nice to know I'm not shareing for nothing (because i was going to write a small version of this anyways I was only debating on putting it into RR because it takes more effort from me to proofread my work.) So thankyou, I'll try to bring out a few more chapters this week

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Today is the day. The day for me to escape! There have been multiple things pushing me to this point, but the final straw is that I’m no longer treated as a man. Instead, I am treated as a commodity. Last month mom engaged me to be married.

My thoughts on the engagement were this ‘What in Gaia?’ and do you know why my thoughts were so confused I couldn’t even for them properly? She engaged me to the man hater Ashlie. Oh and Ashlie her “reforms” have been getting worse and worse. I think it’s the most negative case of false promises that will lead to a downtrodden population that I have ever seen. In both my life’s!

She promises freedom by promising to give us more rules and reforms, how does that even work. Grrr anyways don’t talk politics it just gets you into trouble. The last time I did with mom I got so mad that I dumped itchy sand in her ceremonial robes as revenge. She didn’t find out until the next council meeting. Imagine 4 hours of sitting in itchy robes but having to keep a complete poker face because you are in a high profile meeting. She came home….upset, and damp from the sheer amount of sweeting she did as she restrained herself. I got the scolding of a life time and she tried to set my tail on fire but it was worth it entirely. Rude women!

The worst part of this engagement deal is I have already told mom not to, “help” me. That I will get married in time but noooo. When the Lenex clan heard that I am able to cast simple spells more proficiently than any other male in the town. They decided I am the perfect brood mare and immediately offered the tutoring of their highest mages for my little sister as a gift if in exchange I was to be ‘given’.

For mom it’s a win win she allies with a powerful opponent and secures multiple teachers for her favorite powerful daughter. Teaching her daughter a wide range of spells and learning from some of the best wizards in the community (wizards are a form of mage that focuses more on knowledge then ability. You can always find them in their personal library. They are the greatest minds on spell theory and you cannot become a part of the group until you submit your own unproven but viable magic theory to the collective mass)

mom is hoping that learning spell work will help her to promote herself to great heights in kitsune politics. Not to mention growing closer to the current leading competitor for head of the council, Ashlie.

But where does that leave me? Hung out to dry I tell you. Having heard the talks between the matriarchs of our family’s I know that I won’t even get any action out of this deal. For the next 50 years they (the Lenex) simply plan on having me live within the confines of their home, learning their family rules… a gilded cage and I won’t stand for it.

I guess I should tell you what lead to my outrage as all of this is something a regular male kitsune would consider an average life… I. hmmm how to explain this. I am. Was. Reborn. Oh yeah! There’s the word I am a reincarnated fox! Human! Um I was a human in my past life and am now re-incarnated into a kitsune. That’s what the dreams have been telling me all these years.

It wasn’t until I was twenty or so until I started figuring it out though. I’ve always had these vivid dreams that I could remember clearly afterword’s no matter what. When I was twenty I noticed that I moved around and talked in those dreams. At first I thought it was a window into someone else’s life. That is until I talked to mom and realized that some of those things are not of this world. So I concluded there from another.

Anyways long story short I’m the re-incarnate of a bobby jones. No just kidding I don’t remember my name funnily enough that’s the only thing I don’t remember names… anyways I died at 23 I was going to collage walking there and got hit by a truck. NOT! Bet I fooled ya there it always a truck. Except in my case I wasn’t maybe that’s why I got my memories back late or something.

Anyways I was crossing a street between the school and the brick fence for the FBI building. I saw a truck flip on its side and start rolling towards me. Luckily I was paying attention and not looking at my phone at the time and I dodged the truck and it stopped. The end of its roll tipping the truck 4 feet past where I was standing. My only thoughts where ‘sigh, “Holy crap that was close”.’ Then I saw a something flipping and got hit in the head and died.

I found out after multiple dreams nightmares of the event later. It was a motorcycle that hit me one of the fast ones once I started paying attention to the dream and not screaming I saw it happen. The motorcyclist must have punched the gas to see how fast his bike could go. Then come around a curve and saw the stopped truck blocking traffic. Cuz I watched as he slammed his brakes skidding the lost control of the bike. He bailed off the bike backwards so it wouldn’t run him over but the bike kept sliding.

Eventually it hit the sidewalk curb and starting flipping through the air towards the FBI (Brick!) fence and guess what was between those two things? Me. I died on impact with the bike because I never did see the damage it did to the fence. I’ve always wondered if the FBI covered it up or if the news made it a story? Anyways that was how I died and now I’m here.

What this leads me to is that I am a re-incarnated man from a first world country and I believe that man should have rights. I was proud of myself in my past life and I guess that has slowly leaked into this one. I won’t stand for myself being a slave. So I am going to leave. Tonight!