It's been a few months since I arrived here and I have a general glimpse of my surroundings. My name is Avery Lauralet, I was born in the year 762 which is way earlier than my old life. My parents are named Thomas Lauralet and Florence Lauralet who live in the small town of Wayward.
Wayward is a small town on the outskirts of the country known as Valencia. It's one of many towns near the border into Verona as well. Verona is our rival country that we supposedly fought in some random war ten years ago.
Also I can confirm that this is not in fact me being sent back in time and rather an alternate universe. By the fact that the geographical state is vastly different and because of what I saw a few days ago. We were preparing for dinner as my father carried me out and I watched my mum shoot fire out of her hands to cook some chicken. There is actual magic in this world!
While I'm stuck in the body of a newborn baby who can't even crawl I will soon get older and with my knowledge I will conquer. Since this world uses a similar language to English as well as its writing it should be easy to master. I'm so glad that I took English classes back in Japan or else I would've been screwed and had zero advantages.
I sat in my crib staring at the roof for hours on end since there was really nothing to do. I was just stuck with my thoughts. I recently also got a grip of my looks after looking into my parents mirror after being dragged in. I have small dark blonde roots growing in with deep blue eyes that remind me of ocean water.
As I looked on at the bland ceiling a voice rang, it was my fathers. I instantly came to my senses. I can finally escape this damn crib again! It's probably dinner time I think. My father walked in. He was tall even in my baby eyes I could tell he was at least over 190cms. He had short reddish brown hair that was coarse yet generally well taken care of that grew out behind his ears and back. His deep blue eyes were similar to mine yet a little darker. He had a small beard growing out yet no moustache. He had light scarring across his cheeks and lips with a giant scar that went from the top of his chest to halfway up his neck. He was also extremely well built. He was about middle aged from what I could gather, maybe 30-40? Hard to tell.
His bulky arms almost ripped through his short white shirt. His belt barely held together his clothes as well as his long pants with armoured pieces strapped onto them. He always wore the same dirty getup like some sort of comic character.
He gently picked me up, giving off a smile, it was an odd smile though. It felt vaguely fake as the corners of his lips drooped down when he smiled and his eyebrows stayed frozen like he was sad or angry. He carried me out into the dining room. It was still the same old room though, one giant kitchen with a wooden table and four chairs in the middle and a small door off to the side that led out the back.
Since I was a baby I had to drink milk but unlike my world we didn't use bottles. If you get what I mean she had to um naturally feed me. Even after a few months it's still embarrassing. I'm some grown man in a kid's body violating this poor woman. Even if it was consensual it still felt weird.
I eyed their dinners, they were steaming hot with the aroma slowly wafting into my nose like a pleasant smell from a scented candle. I enjoyed dinners, even if it was slightly embarrassing and I felt envious of their dinners it was usually the only time I got to leave my crib, besides the other meals and story times in my parents room.
The long candles on small plates placed in the center of the table lighting up the room and the conversation between my parents I got to overhear. This was the best part so far of being reborn.
Eventually dinner ended as I was taken to my parents bedroom for story time. The room was a sharp contrast to my room as it was well decorated with a grande bed in the center made of delicate white wood and long white sheets as well as shelves for clothes decorated with paintings of beautiful natural sceneries, candles that kept the room bright and cheerful and a long silver mirror that I liked to look into. Meanwhile my room was a dark room with nothing but a small crib in the blank room and a dirt rug placed under it.
Father: What book should we read today?
Mother: Let's read to him the one about the gods.
Father: Uhh, sure I guess?
Mother: Wait here! I'll go grab it!
My mother hurriedly jumped out of the bed before rushing out of the room.
Father: Her and those damned religious texts, every night it's more stuff about our gods or some form of worship. I want to teach our son about the deadly monsters of the world or the history of our nation.
Honestly I kind of agree. Right now I want to learn as much as I can about this world, not really about a bunch of made up gods. Actually maybe gods are real in this world. I take it all back! Please don't smite me!
My mother dashed back into the room gripping a book. A picture of a boy holding the sun and moon in his hand was displayed upon it.
Mother: I'll read it! Ok, long ago before humans even existed the Creation God existed. He lived in the never ending void before creating all the other gods, he made the World god who moulded our world inside the void known as Earth before creating the Sun and Moon so we could experience Day and Night. Next he made the Depths God who created water and caves into the world shaping it into a water wasteland. The Creation God was displeased with the Depths God and decided to punish him. He created the Life God who invented nature and animals including humans. The Depths God's punishment was to decide the fate of those who died deep in the caves he invented. Finally he created the two last gods, the Prosperity God and the Evolution God who helped humans prosper and evolve. This was how our world was formed.
Before she could continue, my eyes shut. Her words faded as I passed into deep sleep.