Over the time I slept inside of my mother I seemed to have forgotten everything. Until I was slightly over a year old I had no memories left. Then they gradually started to come back. One after another I was a really confused little child, is what my new parents told me afterwards.

When I reached the age of two and about five month in autumn, one day I hugged my crying mother. She had fought with my dad, but just a day later they made up, because I seemed to be ill.

Truthfully I was not really ill, just as mom was holding me close to her, I heard her heartbeat resonating deep within me and suddenly all the missing memories came back. Even the one in my mothers womb, which was kinda creepy. Just a few details were missing, but it was just like the two children had told me. I was really good at remembering things, at least those I understood or was interested in, like I already said. And therefore a lot of information stormed my little brain and I collapsed due to the stress.

For four days I slept. When I woke up my mind was sorted. I had access to all the knowledge I gathered in my past life and that was a considerable amount!

I do not know the languages I had learned, but knew about linguistic and such. Characteristics of those different languages and their grammar.

I do not know any specific names of people, be it historical ones or the ones I personally knew. I do know what was written about the history of my original world, I do not know any country names, I remember what happened in my life and what happened to the few people I cared about, I do not know how I and they looked like. To tell the truth there were very few people I cared about. Besides members of my family there were some of my professors at university, two teacher, some brilliant colleagues and people I looked up to.

I am ashamed of myself for forgetting most of the people that worked under me.

After I got my memories back, the first thing I thought about was analyzing in what kind of world I am living now. It iss definitely some kind of medieval times. The fact that there are large animals I have never seen before made it clear that it is not in the past of my original world.

My new name is Chelo Melosake Widjomson.

I grew up with my new parents who call me their little wonder, because they tried to get a child for so many years and finally got me. We lived in the city. My mother Melosa is a blacksmith and owns a workshop. My father Widjom is an enchanter and has his shop right next to my mothers, where he sells magic imbued and enchanted goods. Also some alchemetical ingredients and tools.

It is kind of a tradition to name your child after the parents, just like they did in some Countries way back in the past of our World.

Apparently both of my parents are able to use magic and therefore I have a magical aptitude myself, at least I should have.

Realizing my premature knowledge and ability to learn quickly they brought me to school at the age of four. One year earlier than regular children. Surprisingly there was another child my age. She was one of my neighbours. A girl I had seen outside my window sometimes.

At school I somehow realized for the first time, I had also forgotten about letters, numbers and signs I used in my old world. Be it for writing or even road signs. It also had its own benefits. Not knowing those made it a lot easier to learn a new scripture. Perhaps it was my new young brain, too. Well, at least it was unexpectedly easy to learn the new letters and numbers.

Back home I studied the books we had, Some of them about history, the art of blacksmiths or magic. We also had novels, legends and fairy tales.

After my father saw me reading an old tome of his he told me to not do it alone and said he will teach me magic if I wanted to, but not until the day I reached my 9th birthday. The reason is simply that a child magic is too unstable and forms itself while maturing mentally.

I guess he shouldn't be worried anymore about my mentally qualification, because my old self had manifested itself in this tiny body.

I don't feel old at all and I have no problem being a child, because my past lifes memories are so vague it feels more like another persons mind that has been absorbed. Like a movie I have seen and that makes it a lot easier living here. Good job children who send me here!

After I learned to write I had the idea of writing down about my new life.

The main reason is to reflect on my actions, so it will remind me of not to end up like my old self...

Hopefully...

And here is where my story actually starts. Because we reached my present state.