morian gray
Volume 1: Ready to Die
The moonhung in the night sky. A large mass of rock in space, keeping the planet in check with their gravitational power. But let's stop thinking about that, why am I seeing the moon right now? Wasn't I supposed to be in my room, sleeping snugly and tightly with my comforter in my warm bed? Why the hell am I seeing the moon. It implies I'm outside and I'm pretty sure I couldn't sleepwalk that accurately when I keep stubbing my toes once a month (thankfully not every week or day so). Was I kidnapped? Then the kidnappers realized I'm actually worthless as a hostage so they just dumped me outside?
Hmm. No? Well, then, did I really sleepwalked? Impossible. I live in a rented apartment guarded by humanity's most paranoid landlord who had once been shot by some gangsters in the streets and since then have some people consistently guard the lobby, no way they wouldn't notice me sleepwalking. So why the heck am I outside?
Then it hit me, the cold breeze of air, the itchiness of what I'm wearing, the stiffness of my back and spine as though I spent the night with my back bend down, and a mental sort of a attack like when you got hit with a realization or some insight to a difficult activity. That mental attack is called memories. Memories of someone I didn't know but now know.
What the hell? I'm in a new world? And in a different body nonetheless.
I subconsciously took a deep breathe, and stepped back when I looked down and realized I was standing by the end of a cliff.
Wow, was I about to jump? I reviewed my memories and found out I couldn't access what had happened to this body the past few days.
But I do know I'm Morian Gray, the fifth prince of the Celles Dynasty, one of the Five Super Empires in the Human World. The child of Janette, the 69th Queen, and John Gray, the 67th emperor. The sibling of the genius prodigy Maya Gray, the machinery lord Moretti Gray, the generation's strongest user Mai Gray, the generation's best demon fighter Mesa Gray and the newly born toddler Moeran Gray.
Huh, as it turns out I'm the second-youngest who is said to be the next Fasa Rasa (which apparently means in the demonic language, the one who embodies physicality) due to my naturally powerful physique. As well as being a second-year student of the Mirre Academy.
How exciting and dull. I never was one to react to anything really. So I don't know what to feel being in another world without access to the internet and other modern conveniences as well as the company of my family. How would the average man react?
Freak out? How do you do that?
I wrinkled my eyebrows in confusion and dilemma and just decided to inspect my surroundings to distract myself.
I found myself in a pretty damn beautiful forest, thousands of trees and plants in sights, some of them even glowed like the moon, hundreds of fireflies flew around in yellow, red, and white lights. It feels like watching over a bustling city in night while sitting atop a mountain that oversees them all in perfect distance. Wow.
I recognize this forest to be known as the Monau's forest.
Now, for the next question. Why the hell am I here? What is the fifth prince, soon to awaken his user, doing whatever he was doing here, alone in a dark dangerous forest?
Gah, what a headache. I should just wait and maybe I'll recover my memories of it somehow. Now, the final question. What now?
If I return to the castle this prince lives in, I'd probably be suspected of soul possession and be promptly executed for black magic like the things they do in medieval Europe to witches. I have to make a convincing story of why I suddenly changed my demeanor. I touched my royal clothes of red coat like the ones British soldiers wore in the Colonial Period, probably the most fancy dress I have wore in my entire life.
I looked up again to the moon and stared at it for a few minutes as I contemplated what to do. For a brief moment, I thought I was hallucinating when I saw the white moon turned from white to slightly red and then it went redder and redder until it looked like a crimson moon.
Then the earth shook. Violently like a volcano just erupted. No. A volcano actually erupted. Somewhere to my left, in the far distance, a huge pillars of red shot out, matter of fact, make it six pillars, scattered in all different directions. I nearly tripped down from the sudden shaking when a strong, firm hand latches unto me, preventing me from hitting my head. I didn't need no such rescue, but atleast it conserves energy.
I looked to my side and saw a man of rough face, bearing scars that run through his eyes in a parallel manner. He was in this world's military outfit: green coat and darker green robes. This person is the fifth prince's personal bodyguard Jomengra.
"Young master Morian. We must get out of here." He said seriously. I nodded in response and looked back to the moon. Looks like this time I must take things seriously from now on if I want to live a little longer. Perhaps this new world has more to offer than in Earth.
But first I have to solve the mystery of my transmigration, I need to know the motives or the mechanism of such incredulous phenomenon. Such things might not be too sinple, and could have a hidden conspiracy behind it. After all, it is no coincidence that moments after I regained consciousness in this body the moon had turned red and the earth shook violently.
In a distant, some mountains melted into a puddle, only a few moments after did the sound of massive rocks falling did registered in my ears. The landscape before the cliff had changed dramatically, turning from forests, valleys, and mountains into a flat messy blend of a canyon of green and dirt like when you shake things up in a blender.
Huh, what a wonderful way to start a transmigration: a new story, a new journey, and a new life.