Yeah, she knew what she'd said: 'no memory loss.'
But honestly, who could blame her? No adult soul could survive being a baby without losing it.
She wasn't even going into details, but yes—she'd set her memories to return at age five. By then, she could walk, speak the language, and—most importantly—no more breastfeeding.
Life was always better with small upgrades.
But now that her memories were back, it was time to get to work.
What was she supposed to tell the poor couple?
'Oh hey, actually, I'm not your real daughter. She's dead, and this is your karma for the life cycle. Because I broke the universal law, your next life will probably be just as messed up.'
Option one: They wouldn't understand a word.
Option two: They'd hate her forever.
And they were nice people. She actually liked this poor human couple. In their third life, Aerisse would make sure they lived in bliss.
So, here's what she did:
A glowing light burst out of her tiny body, lighting up the sky like divine fireworks. Not long after, the local temple people came rushing in, eyes wide, proclaiming she was 'the chosen one'. Classic.
They told the couple a nice story, threw in some divine fate talk, and the parents tearfully agreed to let them take her away for her 'life's purpose'.
Sure... whatever that was.
"It was great meeting you guys, really, but I'm not cut out to be the chosen one," Her voice sounded way too childish. Weird. "So, I'm leaving now. Don't be too sad."
"What is Your Holiness talking about? We're almost at the border—look!" The priest pointed excitedly at the massive stone walls of what was definitely a temple-slash-prison.
Yeah... no way she was going in there.
Time to escape.
But the carriage was speeding up. Okay, think! What would Zayssa do? She was always great at... going over things.
Going over.
She glanced at the top hatch of the carriage. If she used a little wind magic—her first time, but hey, everyone starts somewhere—she might just lift off.
Worth a shot.
"If you want to meet me again, schedule an appointment next time! I'll be happy to help. Byeee!
Cue shocked faces.
Then: flying five-year-old.
And just like that, she had officially quit both her home and her job on the same day.
At five.
Genius.
But now what?