Ouch, putting my hand to my temple, hoping to soothe some of the pain. I take in my surroundings. I'm in a small but modest room. I think the walls and floor might be made of stone. Sliding off the edge of the bed on to the, I let a breath out as I struggled to my feet. I couldn't figure out why I felt so weak, way to go past me and thanks for the heads up.

Shuffling my way to a full-Length mirror I take in my new appearance it feels so weird in my memory. I was just picked up by a wandering Magus, who planned to take me to her guild. The day before I was just working on my family's farm, skin bronzed from the sun and a body built for farm work. Now I'm pale and thin with bone grey hair like I've never seen the sun. Ugh.. what did my past self do I look horrible!

With a creak, the door to the room swung in, a man short and stout is the best way I can describe him came through the entryway pausing as he took in my disgruntled figure.

With gusto, He said, "Oh, you're awake, Great! I was worried, long-distance teleportation can be very tiring normally. But you've been unconscious for days I haven't seen a case of teleportation sickness this bad in years."

“Umm..”

What am I supposed to say? I have no clue who this man is, where this is, or what teleportation is. Do not panic!... I'm panicking!

Grabbing my chest, I stutter out, "My chest... I.. I.. I don't think I'm getting enough air."

The man clapped me on the shoulder with his ham-hawk like palm "Calm down lad no need to rush, take a slow deep breath. My name is Mancin Hayward; luckily, your guardian said your memory might be all jumbled up. From the accident, or I'd think you were a basket case."

Bending over, putting my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath I wheeze out

“Right. Right. Deep breaths, should they hurt and accident?”

"Hmm, let me see, yes an accident. I don't know all the details. Your guardian said something about an experiment that went bad. Maybe I should have asked more questions. How about you take a seat and I'll perform a more in-depth inspection " He said his voice laced with worry.

Walking back to the bed was a struggle, thankfully Mr. Mancin was there to give me a helping hand. Sitting down was a relief; it's like I could feel the strain on my body lesson. Mr. Mancin's hands start to glow as they weaved and bobbed over my chest. With a scowl, his eyes began to glow a blue hue to match his hands. He began to scan my whole body.

Taking a step back the light from his eyes and hands faded he said " hmm, there is very fine scaring laced through your body but its densest in your chest. I'm not sure what to make of this. Unfortunately, my specialty does not lay in healing. Let me go find a healer to see if they can figure out what's going on."

Twisting the material of my pants nervously. I said, "umm, ok, is that bad cause that sounds serious."

"No, no it's not bad, the scaring seems to be healing, I'd like to get a professional opinion. You wait right here I'll be back as soon as I grab a healer."

"Oh, okay, I will."

I am left with my thoughts, as Mr. Mancin walked out the door. I wondered what my past self. Had done to my body and if it was going to be okay. The silence was going to kill me, with all the what-ifs floating through my head. Hearing loud noises coming from outside the door. A loud bang rang out as the door hit the wall behind it.

Four people barged in, at least I saw the somewhat familiar face of Mr. Mancin, he didn't look very happy.

Putting his hand on the young girl's shoulder. He said, "Sigh, I'm sorry, Kyle, this is my daughter Madison Hayward she can be a bit rowdy."

Raping his other arm around the older lady's waste. He said, " and this here is my wife, Daphnia Hayward, the most talented Witch in our guild if I do say so myself."

Taking his hand off Madison's shoulder, he grasped the last person of the group by the back of the neck and said with a smile " this strapping tall lad here is the current pride, joy and son of our guild leader, Alfred Fowntain."

I wouldn't say I'm the nervous sort, but basically having your mind scrambled and be being put. Into a completely foreign environment would put anyone off.

"It"s nice to meet you all." I said, with an awkward wave.