For the past 6 months my life consisted in eating, shitting and sleeping, and on that note it seemed that my excretory system was a little different than that of an ordinary human since I never needed to be changed, which for me is a good thing, I wouldn’t want to feel the need to take a bathroom break in the middle of a battle.

During these 6 months my living conditions change, the man apparently bought a bed for me one week after they saved me. After that the woman put the bed in the kitchen since it was warmer than the rest of the house. After they moved me I started hearing noises coming from the bedroom every night, especially loud moaning sound, excuse me for taking your opportunity to have sex that week. When I was young I could sleep on the floor even when somebody was playing death metal near me so I didn’t have any difficulty sleeping. After 3 months of staying of feeling weak my body got better and I can now stand on my own 2 feet which feels nice, now I only need to learn their language and I am going to be ready to live this life.

“£$%$%*&!!”

The woman shouted something then came to the kitchen and picked me up, what happened to get her so worked up?

She took me downstairs in front of a window, this is the first time I’ve seen my reflection, well my hair was golden just like in my past life, and I hope it doesn’t turn black, my eyes were deep blue unlike my green eyes from my previous world and I was taller than most babies and more developed. Oh that’s snow, so it started snowing, it is the first time I saw snow since I came to this world. After a few moments the woman dressed me in some warm clothes and took me outside.

The snow was beautiful, I really hope it won’t melt. I raised my arms hoping to catch some snowflakes and somehow I actually caught some. When I looked around I saw both my caretakers smiling, but why are they sad if they are smiling, it was the “my life is falling apart but I’m OK” smile, not that I cared that much.

Five days after it started snowing everything was white outside and now I and my caretakers were always in the kitchen since this was the room was warm and I could watch the snow. Every time my caretaker cooked food she would sing some kind of lullaby, a pleasant song, she has a nice voice and the songs she sings are calming. My other caretaker is a knight or a guard because he doesn’t seem the type of guy to have a brown cape with an owl on it. Staying in the kitchen I learnt that the fireplace worked by using a magic crystal which could create blue flames. I don’t get it, if they have a fireplace powered by magic why don’t they have a toilet in the house?

Since it was snowing I tried spending my time looking around the house and at the books.

After a few tries I reached the bookshelf and took the first book I could touch down. While sitting on the chair I opened the book and after trying to read a few words I gave up. A german fucked a russian and their kid combined the two languages, well I studied both german and russian for a while and if I can use polymath to study I might be able to perfectly learn it.

While I was putting the book away the woman came in the room, patted my head and then simply left. I am sure anyone who looked at me could see the question mark above my head, not even I understood what just happened.

It all went well until one day when I fucked up, I tried getting out of the bed and somehow I tripped on the sheets and I fell directly on my left shoulder.

“AAHHHHH”, I let out a magnificent girlish battle cry, the fact that I fell took me by surprise and I forgot to brace myself for the impact. Now I was scared and injured, great.

After I caught my breath I saw my caretakers looking at my arm. The man examined my arm, he looks like he has at least some experience so I will let him be.

 “%&%*&*.”

He said something to the woman and then she picked me up, put me on a chair, put her palms on my shoulder and began chanting a spell. It was a nice light show but nothing more. My left arm was covered is so much white light that for a second I thought my pimp hand leveled up but the look on my caretaker’s face told me that that was supposed to be a healing spell. After a few more tries she was exhausted and the man bought a piece of wood and a cloth and patched me up.

My caretakers put me in my bed and then went upstairs. Now the only question was why her magic did not work on my arm. I know that I possess magical power and that they are limited to dark magic but that doesn’t mean that other magic should be ineffective on me or maybe it’s because of the exidium, it may have considered her magic as something harmful for my body.

Now I must focus on being able to understand their language and on developing my physical strength and hope that my powers will show themselves sooner than later.

With a sour taste in my mouth, a broken arm and an uncomfortable position to sleep I closed my eyes and prayed that my arm will heal soon.