The princess was frantic when the king 'returned' me to her. I use the term loosely because she treated it as if I were her newborn pup and he had stolen me from here.

She dragged me off to her room after demanding from a servant that they bring me new clothes. The others, I had failed to notice were nearly rags.

Now here, I stand within a room of white and pink. A true princess's wonderland, oh joy. The room was at least ten times the size of my own room at the academy. The bed itself twice the size. What filled the vast space that no one man could ever hope to fill?

Clothes, Jewelry, and a cat. And not just any cat. A giant cat that the princess ironically named “snuffles”. It was at least twice the size of a full grown tiger. As if someone had said you know what lets put a spell on this thing and make it bigger. I could only feel sorry for the orange cat. I who was small and it who was so large. It could never fit into tiny spaces like it would so desperately wish to.

The clothes neatly organized folded and hung as if on display at all corners of the room. On each table there were these weird manikin like figures. They were bare of any clothing but it seemed if I looked at a single item it would change into that item as if displaying what it would look like.

The Jewelry was displayed in the same fashion.

The cat. Well, the cat is being catlike. Mainly staying in its little bed that was fashioned out pillows.

Still, I fail to mention a very important detail.

Four girls were surrounding a blond haired, blue eyed child. The child seemed to be smiling the smile of a life time. The cheeks were flushed red, arms holding each tightly behind the back.

"Hold still, Sun!" One of the girls who I learned to be named Samantha chimed.

My right eye had a slight twitch. My breathing was shallow and my pulse raised.

Anger cannot describe the thoughts going through my mind.

"Teenage women are animals!" I realized.

"Did anyone catch you?" Another girl called Joanne asked the princess in a low mischievous voice.

They had left me in my underwear after convincing me they had gotten my new clothes.

"Do these look like the work of someone caught!?" The princess flaunted.

My heart sunk when I saw what she brought forward.

I should have ran when they surrounded me the first time. I should have found Angeline and begged to leave I should have-.

" Sun, we would never do anything to hurt you." Samantha began.

"We would give you anything you could ever want." Iris smiled.

"Can't you do your sister's a favor?" Jenny the last girl of the group bargained.

"Please, put this on." The princess whimpered.

A blue frilly dress with two yellow bonnet straps at the shoulders was held in her hands.

I could see my reflection within the cluster of their demonic eyes.

"Now sisters, can we not think about this?" I asked my voice cracking.

An evil smile spread across their faces.

"Get him!" One of the girls screamed.

I ran.

I admit not the most manly thing to do but what was I to do? Knock them all unconscious and ruin my facade? My pride was important to me but it wasn't like I figured I would be caught. I would force them to give up when they got tired of trying to capture me.

There is debate on whether I screamed at the top of my lungs as I righteously tried to escape. I prefer to think they had a overly active imagination.

The battle had been going on for more than five minutes between a nearly nude little boy and 4 teenage magic girls, plus one yawning cat.

“Go Snuffles!” The princess screamed.

The cat was on me. It was like I was the mole and it was the hammer. I could only dodge so well before it would be all over for me. So, I focused a little of the magic that I just learned about and warmed up the air around me.

When Mr.Snuffle tried to capture me this time it brought down its mighty paw only to pull it right back as if it had touched something very hot. Confused and angry now.

It swiped again but this time whimpered away realizing it had met its match.

They them tried everything they could think of but alas the room was too large to be cornered within it.

This was when Angeline entered the room.

We all froze.

"This isn't what it looks like..." The princess murmured

"Then what 'does' it look like?"

It was like the my own personal angel had appeared and come to my rescue.

I ran over to her to hide behind her.

"We wanted to see what sun looked liked in this?" She lifted up the dress.

"Oh."

Surely that wasn't a twinkle of light I saw within Angeline's eye right?

Angeline picked me up into her arms and I felt safe.

The lights flashed out.

My heart sunk.

I felt myself losing focus. Drifting to sleep in the devils embrace.

"et tu, Brute?" I said right before I fell unconscious.

When I finally did wake up, to my horror I was dressed. The blue cloth conforming to my body as I tried to move around. I was strapped to a chair facing a mirror.

Children before they reach a certain age are amorphic. They are without the key characteristics that distinguish their sex. Girls can be dressed as boys and boys the opposite. I felt the mental scars forming as I looked at the image that lay before me.

My shoulder length blond hair had been tied in pigtails. Red bows holding them in place. Make up had been applied to my face. I now had rich red lips and pronounced eyebrows. My cheeks powdered red.

I could feel more and more pieces of my dignity chipping away from its already fragile state.

They even went to the extent of placing knee high socks and black clad shoes on me.

Even when I grimaced it only made me look as if I were frowning 'adorably'.

" I would never had thought, my chosen master would be such a pervert." A voice called out.

I flinched. Turning my head all around. I saw nothing but the room. The girls had left.

"Who dares call me a pervert!" I lashed out of the bounds that held me.

" I was sure the new master was a male. But I cannot help but see a female." The voice said thoughtfully.

I looked around me in all directions but again no one was their.

"Show yourself. I will make this sight the last you ever see!" I screamed.

A black ring that I had assumed was just another decoration the girls had placed on me, leapt from my finger and quickly shifted shapes.

"Ahh, I thought you would never ask!" The voice said.

The ring transformed into a man.

A tall black haired, neatly dressed man. His outfit was completely suave. Black shirt, black blazer, slacks the same, and black shoes. It matched seamlessly with the name Armani from my memories.

The man looked at his outfit with a surprised look on face. It was a look I would never have imagined that face to ever take.

"Forgive me, my master. " the figure bowed. "I saw this form prevalent in your memories. I chose it only out of curiosity."

I stared closely at the form, sighing my hands covering my eyes. It was the book from before that had mimicked me.

"Is there no other form you could possibly take?" I asked.

"Unfortunately, for the moment this is the only form I can take other than your own. I have yet to familiarize myself with any other beings in your memory."

I couldn't let him take my own form. Unless I wished to explain the situation to the girls if they came back. I could claim this man was looking for me on Francis's orders which would leave it less likely to mentioned to a more curious mind. I didn't want them telling a family member about this.

"I assumed as much." I said under my breath.

The figure he had chosen was of course the one I would rather had not seen once more it brought forth too many memories.

"What should I call you?" I held my eyes close avoiding looking at him.

"Call me-" He tapped his fingers on the top of his head.

"Jack. Yes I think that will fit this new life."

“OK, Jack.” my voice rough.

I was irritated. I had one too many surprises as of late. And still they come. I didn't want much else right now but to sleep. To cool embrace of nothingness sounded very nice right now.

"Let me explain to you what I am. I find it rather strange you were chosen as my new master. Afterall-... Well, allow me to explain the things you could comprehend right now." He snapped his fingers.

In his hands appeared my strange notebook.

"I am called an obelisk. There is no other being like me, not to say there aren't other obelisks. I'm just the coolest and smartest. I am specifically the obelisk of knowledge. My form after all before bonding is a book." He grinned.

“I will compare myself to something in your memory. Let's see, I would be even more legendary than that Excalibur blade you remember. I cannot be killed. I cannot be destroyed. I just am. My abilities are based on your own. You are the first incarnation that I have ever formed a contract with."

"How is that possible, wouldn't an incarnation seek you out for their own use ?"

"Don't you find it odd that no one knows that you are an incarnation other than those that are close to you. Even then they have no idea what it actually means. Wait, forgive me allow me to teach you what an incarnation actually is by using your 'personal' ability as an example?

I nodded. I would finally gather a few answers from this thing.

Death's Hand activated.

The space around me blurred as if in haze then it stopped.

"Why did you knock him out?" The princess asked Angeline.

"I think it will be amusing when sun sees the signature that we make of this." Angeline laughed.

"Wait, explain to me what is going on?" I said my eyebrows knitting together.

'Jack' snapped his fingers.

The princess and Angeline stopped moving as if frozen in space.

"This is the most marvelous ability that I have ever seen. Its uses are unlimited. I am really excited that we could form this partnership."

The darkly dressed man was swaying back and forth with complete elation marking his face.

"You still leave out the most important part." I told him frustration showing on my face.

"I apologize your appearance right now is very hard to take seriously." He coughed mildly into a raised hand.

"There are eight incarnation. Each represent an absolute part of all that is.

Life.

Nature.

Human.

Chaos.

Control.

Beast.

Void.

Death.

Ironically, Death is not as revered as the others. I found it fascinating when I searched your memories and heard of Francis. I never heard of an esteemed celebrator for the principality of death, I didn't think it would be necessary."

"What do you mean?"

"The churches of this world are dedicated to the carnations. The incarnations being the literal manifestations of the principalities themselves. Death though always elected for a champion rather than enter the mortal realm. Therefore, no need for an organization for its own worship."

"Interesting. So I assume this ability is-?" I motioned to the area around us.

"The personal ability of Death. Rather the only one you will be able to use for now. The others locked out of even my own reach."

"What does it do?"

"Allows you to view the memories of others. Right now you are viewing my own. I was awake when you were knocked unconscious."

"Ahh, I don't want to be reminded of that."

"My question, Lord Death is why you pretend to be enormously weaker than you actually are. I understand that you don't remember being Death but even the last life you were extremely strong." The obelisk asked.

"I was reborn in the body of a 3 year old. 3 years of this life was spent around children that were completely absorbed their in own snot.

Now, finally after only a few days after killing my first man I am given the answers I have been looking for. My name is even synonymous with Death itself yet I have no memory of it all.

Now you ask why should 'Death' hide himself? I wonder if you recall the memory from before. Is it not obvious that there was a reason I was brought here.

"To think even Death has enemies."

He smirked.

"Let's head back. I need to get some sleep before I start to train tomorrow. You can answer more of my questions then."

"Are sure master? You still haven't seen, the worst of what they did to you." Jack laughed.

"Shut up!" I gritted my teeth at the thought of the humiliation.

"Yes, my master, or maybe Sun. No Death. Might, I call you-"

"You may call me Death. That 'name' referee to a dead man. Let's keep it that way." I said leaving all traces of humor behind.

The obelisk now named jack snapped his fingers ending the memory.

"Yes, Lord Death." He said sarcastically.

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Hello readers, I will first say sorry for the wait. This chapter did not want to be written. I would start on and off and just get stuck at other parts. So what did I do? I started writing another story. Or rather world building for that story. Sci-Fi the last frontier or something type of setting.

Thanks for reading.