[Perseus – Point of View]
Walking peacefully through the streets of my city, I look around at the surroundings and think about what to eat tonight. I'm torn between giving my body a healthy, warm meal or just settling for trash food because I'm too lazy to cook.
That's when, while crossing the street, I see a truck speeding through, not slowing down.
I freeze for a second, then step back instinctively. I mean, what do you expect me to do? Get hit like some idiot?
The truck blazes past, ignoring the red light. I just stand there, slightly annoyed and slightly amused, thinking about how distracted people are these days.
"Imagine dying to Truck-kun and getting reincarnated in some fantasy world," I mutter, laughing to myself.
Then I feel it—a sudden tightness in my chest. Before I can even register what's happening, my knees give out.
I find myself lying on the sidewalk, confused, and then everything goes dark.
I open my eyes again, slowly. A cloudy sky fills my vision, and snow is falling gently on my face. I stare at it, confused. Did I faint? But why is it snowing? And why do I feel so strange?
Before I can process anything else, an elderly woman appears. She looks around until her eyes land on me. For a moment, she watches me silently, then quickly hurries over and lifts me into her arms.
"Oh, poor baby. Who would leave you out here in the snow? You're all wet and freezing," she says, holding me close.
And that's when it hits me.
She's talking about me. I look down at my tiny hands, my small body.
I've been reincarnated. I'm a baby.
I burst out giggling, loud and bright. What are the chances? I actually got reincarnated. I got fucking lucky.
The woman smiles softly. "Well, at least you've still got your smile, little one. Such a cheerful baby."
[Time skip 1 year]
A full year has passed since my arrival in this unfamiliar world, under the care of my newfound grandmother, Amely. She graciously adopted me as her grandchild, a gesture that made me genuinely happy.
Grandma is also extremely cool—I love hanging out with her when she's cooking or when we're chilling by the fireplace, where she likes to tell these wild stories about her life and the mythical creatures living among us. Admittedly, she may be a bit eccentric, but that only makes everything more fun. Vampires, sirens, you name it—she's got stories about them.
Perhaps there's a grain of truth in her tales. Who's to say I haven't been reborn into a world teeming with vampires and fantastical creatures? Can't lie though—when she started talking about vampires, my first instinct was to check the globe and maps for a place called Forks. No such luck. Or maybe that's a good thing—no Twilight drama for me.
Sometimes, Amely takes me outside to enjoy the fresh air and nature. That's when I discovered our home isn't just some cozy cottage—it's a castle. Yes, a literal castle! I can't help but appreciate whoever dropped me off here. They could've left me in an orphanage, struggling to fill my stomach and worse—being poor.
The architecture gives off a strong European vibe, and since Amely speaks English, I'm guessing we might be somewhere in the UK. The castle is surrounded by what I'd call a "wild garden," with overgrown plants and winding, random pathways, still picturesque in its own chaotic way. Beyond that, there's a lush forest, adding to the whole magical atmosphere. I've really started to enjoy spending time with Amely and soaking in the beauty of our surroundings.
Over this past year, I've also come to realize that this new world shares some striking similarities with my previous one. It has electricity, similar technology, and even the geography feels familiar.
On a different note, there's a mirror in the bathroom, and I finally got a good look at myself. If I had to describe my appearance, I honestly couldn't tell you who I resemble from my past life. I wasn't into actors, and saying I look like some anime character would be too vague. So, let me just put it simply: I'm a beautiful baby with green eyes tinged with grey and soft brown hair. Yeah, I'm blunt. I don't need fancy words or long, poetic sentences to describe myself like some self-centred protagonist.
[Time skip 7 years]
Turns out I'm living in Rutland, USA, and honestly, that's it. Nothing wild like a zombie apocalypse or aliens. Just me, Grandma, and our very weird, very quiet life.
Right now, Grandma's in the kitchen making something to eat, and I'm lying on the floor in her study, staring at the ceiling like a bored, slightly dramatic child. Out of habit, I flip open a book that Grandma gave me for my birthday and begin to sketch a crow out of boredom.
While drawing. I feel a bit bored. I mean, it's extremely beautiful being reincarnated, but I hoped, if ever reincarnated, then it would be in a magical world and not in a mundane world like the one before.
During my wandering thoughts, I glance down at my sketch and then I freeze.
The crow on the page moves. Not just shifts or smudges but moves. Its head turns slightly, the lines bending with eerie fluidity. The ink responds like it's alive, lifting just slightly off the page.
Its beady eyes, drawn in black pencil, blink. Blink. And then lock with mine.
I don't breathe.
Then the beak juts forward, not tearing the paper, but passing through it like the surface of still water. The entire head emerges, feathers shimmering like wet ink, then the body follows, unfolding from the flat surface as if the page itself is offering it up.
It flaps its wings once, no gust, no noise and takes off, gliding around the room in a perfect, weightless arc. It doesn't caw. It doesn't scream. Just silently observes everything with the eerie calm of something that should not exist.
Then, without warning, it dives straight toward the open sketchbook. The moment it touches the page, its wings flicker, and the entire form collapses into lines, flattening, fading.
And there it is again. The sketch. Right where I left it.
Same lines. Same pose.
As if it had never moved at all.
I take all this with eyes that scream, Magic? Some sort of system? Something wrong with my brain?
Still dizzy and kinda freaked out, I get up and go straight to Grandma to tell her what happened.
Why do I tell her about this event? For fuck sake she took me in her house and gave me only love and a perfect environment in all these years! She wants the best for me so I feel I can trust her and don`t feel the need to hide it.
On the other hand, she could know more of my situation and help me getting answers and maybe paving my future better. And if she doesn't know anything? Then it's just a kid's overactive imagination and she'll probably ignore it.
And before anyone accuses me of being some fake or inconsistent guy — yes, I will tell her about this, and no, I didn't tell her I was reincarnated…please who would do something stupid like that? I got lucky, got a second chance and that was it, don`t have the need to tell it to everyone so that I can feel like a special person or something like that.
I find her in the kitchen preparing some healthy food and hyperactively say "Grandma! Something cool happened! I sketched in my book and somehow the sketch took life and flew and and…" while I continue with my speech, I look at her for some clue and she just smiles and continues to cook.
So, it's event B, she has no clue, and she thinks it's just a kid's imagination. I feel a bit sad, because I hoped she knew something and maybe I awaken some superpowers and finally I upgraded from the food chain…
I sit down and while eating, I get accustomed to my new situation, and my mind becomes clearer without screaming the entire time in my head about superpowers and that I am some sort of main protagonist.
She sits near me smiling and after I finish eating, she says "In this world there are people with special gifts, sadly I don`t have it, but I know a friend of mine who has it and probably can help you."
I look at her with big eyes and internally scream, I got fucking reincarnated into a supernatural world! I mean, if I didn't awaken my gift or somehow get a system like other reincarnates, then I'm just some clueless person and kind of screwed…
If I'm powerful, then it's all cool and beautiful. But if I'm some random weak person who anybody could kill just for fun, then it's definitely not cool or beautiful.
Maybe, if I were a normal person and landed in a TV series or film, I could befriend the protagonists… but I don't know. In my past life, there were a lot of shows and movies about supernatural things.
Luckily, I seem to be on the supernatural side, and even if my power isn't overpowered, at least I'm better off than a normal human. Maybe?
"You have friends?" I say this while looking at her strangely, don`t misinterpret me! It's just in these eight years I never saw her call someone or someone visiting us, so it's strange that she had friends, but on the other hand she is old so it's plausible that she knows someone.
She gives me a pat on my head and angrily says "Who told you I don`t have friends! It's just she is always around and forgets to visit me…but if I don`t remember wrong near us lives her daughter with her family…she is called Morticia Addams."
I rub my head angrily and think if I know someone called with surname Addams…ADDAMS!!!
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Author Note:
Yeah, yeah—some sentences are the same as in my last fanfiction. That's why I made this chapter so long… kind of my way of saying sorry. But don't worry, this is the only chapter where that happens. The next ones are completely different!