I know true hunger.
Thats what i told myself at least. Having lived the same day for 6 year in social isolation. Stuck in and endless cycle that i dispised. It was sickening, and i couldnt take it.
So i did something i thought unthinkable. I grabed one of my knifes and the rest is history.
Im happy now.
I awoke in a odd place, a young brunettes woman's arms being cradled like a... baby?
"What the hell is this? Why is everything so big?" I took a look at my hands.
"Why am i so small?"
I tried to speak but all that came out was a soft coo followed by a chuckle from the woman, then a man's voice from another room.
No clue what he said tho, a different language perhaps? Or just gibberish, probably the latter.
Over the next few months i came to the conclusion i was reincarnated, wierd to think about at first but hey, im not complainging.
So rather than think to hard about it i pushed myself to try and learn thier language. Rather difficult as someone who only ever knew english, but i made it work.
Its quite odd, being a baby again. Having to relearn everyrhing you knew, language, new sights, but most of all? Motor functions.
It was difficult but i got it all down, at around age 3. Not that i was pushing my limits, im still a baby.
My 'parents' names are Klein and Erica, theyre an odd couple. Not in a bad way, they just have thier quirks, 'mom' likes to read all day then rush housework. And "dad" really likes to hang outside for hours a day, no clue why.
That was until a few days ago, at age 3 im still getting my movments down, and unfortunately I fell off a stool and broke my wrist.
To my painful suprise mom wasnt to erratic, but even more surprising was the fact she knew magic and healed my wrist. But pain be damned i have a new goal. If magic exists in this world im sure as hell gonna master it if its the last thing i do.
I have a hunger for it...