PROLOGUE

Where am I? I felt weak and small. I could hear myself crying

and whinning.. as an infant. How did I become

an infant? Oh right, I died.

          I died due to lack of sleep, food and water. I was studying and preparing for the Global Child Prodigy Contests of Early Inventors for almost a week, but on the sixth night, I died. Of course, I’m aware. I knew parallel universe was real, I knew reincarnation was possible; yet no one listened to me. Some saw me as a Devil’s child because I was born with high intellect. It’s such a shame that I died at an early age, what’s worse is that it has been 5 years since I last saw my biological mother who was a Nurse in Qatar. It’s saddening that I never had a chance to share my recent theories with her about reincarnation and parallel universe. It’s maddening that I never got to perform an elaborate my invention to the contest I was supposed to participate in. If only I had not died.

          Who might be my parents? I hope I don’t have a wicked aunt. I thought. In my past life as Krissaleia Portman, the Child Prodigy, my biological mother’s step sister, which is my aunt, she was the reason of my early depression and anxiety. She and her useless and brainless boyfriend would often bully my verbally and call me monster because of my brain. I was not hurt by it at first. But as I was growing under my aunt’s care, she would emphasize that my father left my mother because she was a *****. I know it wasn’t true and that

she’s spouting nonsense, but that caused my overthinking and it became my hindrance to studying and focusing.

          “Look at our baby, Zorgan, she’s very beautiful.” I opened my eyes to see who spoke, it was a woman. I suppose she’s my birth mother. Beside her is than named Zorgan, and both of them have black hairs and red eyes. *Red eyes? Is that even possible?*I wonder what world I am in right now, but base on their clothing, I assume that I’m in a world where old monarchs are still active, as well as wars against other kingdoms and empires.

          I wonder how long it has been since she gave birth to me, I suppose I’m still around 5-7 months old baby. “We’re almost there, Laleene. We’re going to meet our siblings.” Siblings? Not that I am extremely shocked. But by what he just said, I think he is also saying that he and she are siblings. I see, it’s an ****** relationship.

          My little eyes are exploring around and I am pretty sure that we are riding a carriage, an old wooden carriage. While my birth parents are discussing on some matters, an arrow was struck on the carriage we are riding and half the blade went through the wooden roof that caused my parents to panic.

          Are we being attacked?

          Am I going to die again?

          My mother hugged me by her arms, almost covering my whole tiny body. The horse stopped running and the carriage was forced to stop. I don’t know what happened outside the carriage but my biological father went off the carriage and I could the sound of swords. My birth mother, Laleene was crying and she put me in basket and inserted an envelope beside my body. I felt a little sad that again, for my second life, I never got to live my life to full extent, at the same time I was grateful that I’ll be dying with complete family.

          My birth mother left me inside the carriage and she went off, but after a few minutes, silence was creeping me. There were no more loud sound of swords and screams of my parents, but the door of the carriage opens and I closed my eyes.

          “I see, you’re the little Dragnar I was supposed to meet today.” Dragnar? What does he mean? I am wondering what he meant by that. He seemed young, maybe around my past life’s mother’s age. Just like my parents, he has black hair and red eyes. I assume he’s the “sibling” my parents referred to.

          “I’ll be adopting you, and from now on, I’ll be your father.” What did he say? My parents just died and now a man, my uncle I assume, wants to adopt me? Anyway, the important thing is that I got another chance to live.

          He took me off from the basket and the envelope as well. “This is my step siblings’ biological child. We all know that Laleene and Zorgan were born as twins, therefore this child might be a potentially exceptional Non True Blooded Dragnar like my aunt, the Fifth President.” Who is he talking to?

          “And from now on, I’ll be her adoptive father” All of their response was the same, “WHAT?” It seems like they are surprised by this man’s decision.

          “For now, let’s return to the Northern Dukedom”

          I woke up on a soft bed, no, a cradle rather. But as soon as I opened my eyes, I was shocked to see a lot of red eyed black haired human beings. Are all of them like that? Am I like them?

          “She got red eyes, too!” A boy declared, I see, my eyes are red, too. I wonder why. Due to amount of stress an infant felt, I couldn’t help but cry like an infant. They gasped, not because of me crying.

          “W-Why is her red eyes turning like a crystal stone..almost look like a ruby stone” She uttered.

          The said man who will adopt me carried me on his arms and tried to calm me down, “Because his grandfather was a High Archmage who was born out of Ruby that was molded by the First Living Things. This child inherited the late Archmage’s ruby eyes.” He explained. I don’t even know who that is.

          “Does that mean she will also inherit the Archmage’s abilities?” A girl in the room asked, “We do not know that yet.” I calmed down and felt a little sleepy, but I was trying not to sleep. “As of now, we will be welcoming her formally and properly to Northernians.”

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