We arrived in the country of Neon on a Friday the sixth of April, the move was very easy, just prepare a few suitcases with clothes and personal affections. I mainly carried, as personal affections, three laptops that I had won in competitions, an IBM ThinkPad T20 of the year 2000, which, although it already had two years on the market, was one of the best for professional purposes at the time, a Sony Vaio PCG-X505 with which I went to the contests because of its thin and elegant design, it felt good in the arms; and an apple won last year, the Apple MacBook which, although it had software limitations at the time, was very good for home entertainment, and why not, show off having a Mac.
Since we did not have to worry about house or furniture, since the company that hired my mother provided us with a two-story residence with four bedrooms on the second floor, two guest bedrooms on the first floor apart from living room, dining room, kitchen, and bathrooms upstairs and downstairs, a large backyard patio and a five-meter front garden, there was no garage, so the front garden had space for a vehicle. A great change of life, from our small house to a large almost-villa. Even with the cash prizes and scholarships won legally-cheat, although we were not poor, we were not rich either. This change to a large house feels good.
Although the selected location is a bit far from my new school, three metro stations away. In our research, among the possible homes offered, this house is located in a good district, which, although it is not close to the city center, its security is very good, since many high-end people live there. Buying a house of these measurements is not cheap at all.
And it seems that with the little information available on the web from two thousand six, it shows that the town of Kuoh (駒王町, Kuō chō) is a very quiet city, although that if we ignore certain "paranormal" details that I found in some blogs, but reading more deeply, it seems that events of this type are very common throughout Neon.
They are going to say how can a little one of ten or eleven years old do this type of research in a foreign language? They forget that, in my previous life, as a great important CEO, although I say that I did not travel around the world, but at least half, learning languages not only had to be done for business, but the languages whose novels and series I enjoyed in their original language. So it is not surprising that a little genius also learns multiple languages, it could already be considered common, and my mother so as not to lag behind, also had to grit her teeth and study languages, which helped her a lot in her university career in the economics faculty.
But enough talking about the house. Mother and I used Saturday to arrange everything so that it would look like our home, and Sunday to stroll around the neighborhood, meet neighbors and points of interest, like service stores, bus stops and metro stations.
On Sunday night, we celebrated with a small cake my birthday, since because of everything that happened in the last month, because of the arrival of the loving father, a celebration party for my new eleven years of life could not be organized, I do not know if now that I am in a country in the east, the Hogwarts letter will arrive here.
"Christel, daughter, do you not blame me for bringing you to an unknown country?". My mother Lluvia said, looking at me with her sky blue eyes, while with her hand she took the strands of hair to be caught behind her ears. My mother is very beautiful, gorgeous and sensual. She is a distillation of her family blood descendants from a community in northeastern Europe. Clear blue eyes, platinum blonde hair, and skin so white, but without seeming unnatural or sickly.
Five hundred years of descent, in a community that escaped European persecution. Looking for a paradise to live, for which they were very isolated, only trading with the locals, but not letting them integrate into society. Five hundred years of generations that assimilated themselves, a closed society that continued transmitting its blood and beliefs until the end of the twentieth century.
Inbreeding, I do not know. But my mother was one of the first who broke that tradition, by bringing into the world a child who only carried half of her community's blood. But despite everything, they always said that I was the living image of my mother in her childhood, an exact clone of her, the same hair, the shape of the nose, the petite body, and the shape of the eyes. The only strange thing was the color, one impossible to exist. Pink-toned eyes are stranger than yellow and purple-toned eyes. Eyes that should not exist in any of the family branches. A detail that everyone decided to ignore.
"Mom, my family is only you, and no matter where we go, as long as I am with you it will be my home, and now we have a big house". Giving her the most sincere and tender smile that, throughout the years, I have managed to control. In my previous life, I was always in a huge house, but empty. Now I have a family, and although I only have a mother now, I am satisfied. And not only that, the grandparents in the end ended up apologizing to my mother and accepting me as their grandson or granddaughter (let us not go into details) and my mother in recent years has been very happy and smiles more than when I came into the world.
Just for having a new family it gave me motivation to grow as fast as possible, but also to watch my steps and not bring misfortunes, I always repeat to myself: -now I am not alone-. But despite that, because of my own circumstances, my previous life and that, just like in the past, it has become difficult for me again to create friendship bonds with those my age. In other words, I do not have contemporary friends. As they say, geniuses are always alone, perhaps it is the reality of my life, except for two... but, let us not go into those details either.
"My girl is the best, the most beautiful, the most affectionate, the treasure of my life and the one I love the most." And between kisses and kisses, and tight hugs. My mother filled me with affection, something I am already used to in my new eleven years.
"But darling, you promised me that, in your new school, you would try to make new friends. I do not want to see you leave school anymore and lock yourself in your room doing your experiments..." My mother said while holding me between my old mountains of food. 'It surprises me that they are still the same as when I . . .' Expelling strange thoughts from my mind, I focused on the topic and looking into my mother's eyes I told her.
"Mom, I promise you, I will join a club and bring friends home, it is not like I will not join a group, the school forces everyone to do it" giving my mother the best smile, but with my dead fish look, since having to suffer going through studying again. Going through kindergarten, elementary, and now secondary in the country of Neon. The only thing that supports me, is that now it is a school in anime style. The bad thing is the uniform, remembering that now I have to wear the female sailor suit, that suit that I loved so much in many anime characters, now I have to wear it myself. My dead fish eyes became drier.
"Okay okay okay, my daughter is so cute and obedient. Do you want mommy to take you to classes tomorrow . . ." My mother said while smelling my hair and hugging me in a technique that I think any gentleman would drown in a happy ending. Obviously my mother knowing my thoughts about a school and my knowledge had to push me to continue in the course of a school cycle, which, according to many psychologists, was the best way to support a child with superior intellect to adapt to common life and the normal world.
And I do not blame her, it is the right decision, seeing all those series of genius children and how they grew up.
"It is not necessary mom, we already practiced the metro route, from home to school, from school to work, and from work to home. I know where all the police booths are and I have the cell phone you bought me with SIM from the country". I said while trying to escape from the snowy peaks, there are people who say that the worst death is by drowning, but there are many men who will say that they prefer to die trying to conquer the highest snowy peaks.
"Okay okay okay, my darling is the smartest and most independent ...." My mom said while showering me with kisses and hugs. The truth is, although I preferred her to take me to school, the house we chose was almost halfway between her work and my school, our destinations were different, so I did not want my mother to take me to school at nine in the morning when she should be in her office at that moment.
"Mom we have to enjoy the cake you bought me and rest so tomorrow we start our new life OHH!". I said at the moment I escaped from my mother's arms and to improve the atmosphere of our first weekend in an unknown country and raise the spirits for the new life that awaits us.
"My daughter is so smart and beautiful and she is absolutely right woo woo" my mother said in a new attack of kisses and hugs that I am already used to and treat like a stiff fish between the tentacles of an octopus....
After going through the semi-birthday party number eleven; welcome to a new house; new job/school; and wishing for a new life in a promising country, I was dragged to the bathroom on the second floor, which I have to say that people know how to live in the country of Neon, a bathroom that I had only seen in anime-mangas, but as big as a room, with its sink area, private toilet, a division for a shower and a custom-made tub for six people, you can practically swim in that place with a depth of fifty centimeters.
These are measurements so that an eleven-year-old girl with a measurement of one hundred thirty centimeters cannot be in this type of tub without supervision, but as mother said: "I will protect my treasure more than a pirate protects his". I stayed silent, what else could I say with those slogans.
And as I had said, after sleeping in my new and now configured room. For the third time I lay down in my new bed, with all the blankets and pillows used for the third time, and because of the nerves of going to an anime-type school, I did not sleep until I saw the clock that marked three thirty-three in the morning.
....
A cave, with a smell of fresh but dirty blood, but still a smell of dirt from thousands of years, a ceiling of about seven meters high with a passage thirty meters wide. My thought is that, this is not a common cave. Removing the part of corpses of some strange creatures with red skin around me. Now I am in a kind of...
"What the hell is going on here?!" For some strange reason I felt rage from the birth of my chest.
~plas plas plas~ I hit the wall on my right side in an attempt to vent. My breathing became agitated, the smell of blood and rot impregnated my lungs. Until I saw it.
"A thread..." Not threads intertwined with a glow that fades in a direction that crosses the cave walls, tenuous threads, in which, if I concentrated on a person, I could see them, of different colors, and if I concentrated, the sky I could see full of these threads densely intertwined. Since I have memory in this new life, I started to see these threads, and each time I had the ability to see more and with greater clarity these threads. And although I did not understand them in their entirety, I understood few of their capabilities, for example, the real people who should have won the contests and the ones I stole from them. I managed to see some threads that faded and disappeared.
But now I see a series of threads that intertwine and at the same time blink as if they were going to disappear at any moment. It is as if they were telling me that, if I do nothing, they will just disappear.
'But what do they want me to do, to cross the cave wall, stupid threads'. I thought while looking around and observing corpses of strange beings that do not exist in my world, but somehow they seemed so familiar. Suddenly, a death scream was heard, like from a wounded bear, that growled angrily at an enemy.
I do not know what it is about, but yes I understood that someone or something, entered this place and started a massacre against the beings of this cave. By observing the corpses I could see a series of holes in the bodies, and scattered on the floor many broken arrows. My simple walking and without wanting to follow the signal of the fluorescent threads, I arrived at a place where I heard all the noise of a battle.
'Foolish of me'. I thought when I saw that I had arrived at a kind of lair, deep down I saw a kind of the red color ones, with fur clothing and a wooden staff shouting and pointing towards a location. The same location where a series of monsters crowded in a bottleneck, since that passage of the cave only allowed the passage of two people and at most three of these short red-skinned beings.
At the entrance of that cave passage there were two tall women with fur clothes and spears as weapons, attacking the series of red-skinned species that, somehow, over time, revived. Detail that I realized was the art of that larger red-skinned being with a wooden staff in hand. From behind these two women with spears, arrows were shot out and occasionally, some spears wrapped in fire, or ice arrows.
Although I did not know what was happening, suddenly upon seeing the corpses on the way and the situation at the front, a video game that I enjoyed years ago came to my mind. Among my thoughts, one of the two girls in the front line could not withstand the pressure and lost against the attack of a revived red dwarf.
This would surely lead to the annihilation of the entire group of warriors, if it were not because somehow in my reaction, a bunch of spears rose from my side, from the many broken arrows scattered and sticks around me. As if it were magic, they flew like rain falling on those beings and on the largest one, who seemed to be the leader.
Saving those girls who were fighting, but at the same time, making me fall into an irresistible sleep.