Sabrina appeared.
Kevin had activated All-knowing.
The world slowed down. Everything became clear…just like it always had.
….....
Nine years ago.
Kevin sat in class, his eyes fixed on the window, not because he wasn't interested in the class but because he already knew everything that was being taught at this level, if not more.
"Does anyone know seventy-six plus thirty-nine?" the teacher asked, turning from the board, her white chalk in her hand.
"One hundred and fifteen." Kevin said, his gaze still on the window.
Slowly turning to the teacher, he cocked his head and asked "Or am I wrong?"
The kids around him stared in disbelief and envy.
For a few moments, there was silence.
The teacher flinched but quickly regaining composure she smiled and replied "Nope, you're correct again, but maybe next time you'll allow your other classmates to answer."
Kevin sighed, having silently hoping that the answer was incorrect and that he was like the other kids, dumb and not the target of stigma.
Magic is a special thing, to be diverse it appeared in different forms, allowing for different uses.
Mainly, the types of magic and forms it came were as follows; teenage magic, the most ordinary kind, hereditary magic, magic passed down from lineage, an example being the king's magic and lastly, innate magic, magic that was granted from birth, that grew slowly over the years.
The bell rang soon after signaling class ending and Kevin walked back home alone, his mind reabsorbing everything from his classes once again.
Arriving home, the maid opened the door for him as he dropped his bags in the anteroom.
Prying slowly into the parlour, he spotted his mother talking with someone in hushed tones.
A familiar face.
"Probably them again." Kevin mused as he watched closely.
She was part of the secret service assigned to watch him, to see if any tendencies of the past user remained in the boy, although she tried to be secret about it so the boy could enjoy his childhood.
They weren't doing so very well though, Kevin thought as he sighed to make his presence known before leaving.
"Kevin, how are you. It's been a while." the lady speaking to his mother said as she called out to him.
"I'm quite fine, although I don't think its been long since we last saw. After all, you were watching my trip back home, or am I wrong?"
"What are you talking about, Kevin?" the lady said feigning ignorance.
"Don't worry about it, I'm just a seven year old rambling nonsense." Kevin sighed as he walked up to his room, accompanied by his maid.
Few seconds after they were sure that Kevin couldn't hear them, they breathed out in relief.
"How Mary, how? Why should I remember a serial killer when I think of my own son. What kind of mother should suffer something like this?" Lilia, Kevin's mother lamented as she held her head, nearly reaching her mental limit.
"Stop it! Don't say that again and make sure Kevin never hears it." Mary said as she hugged Lilia tightly.
Releasing her, she asked softly "Where is your husband?"
"He's at work, but he doesn't even care anymore since the day Kevin spoke back to him. He's probably scared of him but to be honest who wouldn't, he's the reincarnation of a psychopath."
"What a waste of a man, what about your relatives, is there anyone that's close to him that he confides in?"
"Hmm, no. They are more scared of him due to the fact that they only see him once in a while, and sadly it's only the reincarnation of a psychopath they see and not my son." Lilia said with a shake of her head.
"Are you being ser…"
"Wait, there's one person." Lilia interjected, suddenly remembering. "Yes, a girl, Amy Desona. She visits him time to time and they seem to be very close, even closer than I am with him sometimes."
"That's perfect, a young female friend is exactly what he needs. Piece of advice coming from me, not as a defence officer but as a close friend and fellow mother. "Don't ruin their friendship, no matter what and don't allow anything or anyone to. Although he thinks far ahead of his age, he's still a child that has emotions. Can you do that?" Mary asked as she held Lilia's hand tightly.
"Oh heavens, what would I have done without Mary?" Lilia said genuinely as she looked up in the sky in gratitude.
"Oh come on, you're making me emotional." Mary said as she embraced Lilia and stood up.
"Okay princess, I have to leave now, you have a son to show much more affection to, so don't waste it all on me."
After one more embrace, Mary left the house.
Dusting her legs and wearing her shoes, she took one more look back at the house and that was when she saw him watching from the window, a local puzzle box solved by his side.
The boy she was tasked with watching.
The monster she couldn't forget.
The one who had killed her husband in his past life.
Every piece of advice she had told Lilia was one she had told herself, each time before she came to his house.
She knew deep down that they weren't the same person, but even then she was still scared of him, after all, no seven year old should have that kind of eyes.
The kind of eyes that didn't belong to a child. One that already looked into the future.
His bag had been brought up by his maid, she already distanced herself from Kevin, not that the boy could care any less.
Kevin turned back and brought out of his bag, the assignment given to him.
Opening it, he saw that he had already completed it in school already, but at the bottom of the page, a slight writing in black ink stared back at him.
'Or am I wrong' it wrote.
To others, it may have seemed like a brag or boast of his wide knowledge but to him, it was a hundred times deeper than that.
It was a question of his life, it was him desperately hoping that he didn't know the answer to something he wasn't supposed to know as a normal person.
Each day, he kept answering questions, hoping that he'd get one wrong, for him a form of reassurance that he was normal.
Days passed, he kept answering questions, while others received praise, he received fear, distance, silence.
A several months later, he noticed something, the best offer he had now was silence and isolation.
There was a silent person named Bright who was in his class, although unlike his name, he was quite lacking in brain power, but that was besides the point.
Although he wasn't smart, his silent and quiet attitude made him respectable by his peers so Kevin decided to adopt that approach.
After all, nobody likes being corrected by someone younger than them, especially if it was a seven year old.
And it worked well for Kevin, the only person he actually revealed his true nature to was Amy, not his mother or his father, but just a young peer that found his intelligence exciting.
People were unpredictable.
Emotions, only a fool would rely on that, they were inconsistent as hell.
But logic?
Logic never lied.
But for the first time, that logic, the one that he had believed in with all his might, was failing him, not once but the second time in the span of a few minutes.
Kevin blinked.
The past dissolved.
And reality returned.
Kevin watched Sabrina in the body of someone who was once competing with him, the most confused he had been in his life.
This situation… didn't follow any pattern.
And for the first time in his life, Kevin couldn't see what came next.