An unfamiliar room.
At first, I thought I was kidnapped, but that wasn't the case. Instead, reality was something even more difficult to believe: I had transmigrated into another world. How could I be so certain, you ask? Well, because of my memories, of course, or rather the memories of the person whose body I had transmigrated into. Memories flooded my brain, overwhelming my senses as sounds and images flashed before me. That, with the panic and confusion already present from being transmigrated sent my brain into a frenzy. Anymore and I would probably be admitted to an asylum the next moment.
My name in this world was Zoras Embers. I was a month away from graduating from the School of History of Vielle University. After that, I would need to find myself a job somewhere. I had two siblings, an older brother named Fjorcroft, who currently worked for the Crown, and a younger sister, Lune. Our mother died when giving birth to Lune, and as for our father, he might as well be dead. It was Fjor, my brother, who took care of the two of us. We lived in a rented apartment, but he did say that he was looking for a new house, so it probably won't be long before we move out of here.
Forget moving out of here, I need to find a way to move out of this world.
You see, some people might be happy when being reincarnated or transmigrated to another world, but I was not one of those people. I am sure you can understand, dear reader. There are definitely people that you love and care about, at the very least, a single person. Perhaps they are your child, or perhaps a sibling, or maybe it's your lover: there are people you call home. I wished to return to mine. This place wasn't my home. I had to figure out how to get back to the world I knew.
Of course, that wasn't going to be an easy journey. It won't be a tale worth telling if it was. But before we begin this tale, I must ask of you to be patient with me, dear reader, both the me writing this story and the me you will read about. At times, I made choices I shouldn't have. Looking back, it was definitely extremely foolish of me, but sometimes, people need to learn things the hard way. In the end, I was just a naive child lost in a world I didn't belong in.
It was the middle of the night when I transmigrated into this world. I was sure I had woken up a few of my neighbours with my screams, but surprisingly, that wasn't the case.
These walls must be pretty sound proof.
The room was small, with a single, large window next to the bed, letting the crimson moon light the room in its hue. It looked ominous. If I saw that in my own world, that bright and large, I would definitely be scared. This wasn't like the red moon of a lunar eclipse, if that is what you imagined, dear reader. No, this was far, far different—far more pronounced. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that someone was summoning the Gates of Hell, but that wasn't the case, fortunately. Instead, this was simply the normal moon in this world. They called her Noctrya. Apparently, a long, very long time ago, during the Age of Myths, there were three moons in the sky. They were called the moon sisters. Now, only one remained.
The streets were quiet, though that is to be expected. If I had to describe the setting of this country, I could say steampunk, but it was a lot tamer than the steampunks in the stories I read. The architecture was close to that of the Victorian Era. In fact, it would be best to call this place an alternative medieval Europe. Even the currency here was called Pounds, and if you went a little North, people there used Euros. Apparently, most of the architecture and the name of the currencies used was introduced by King Ausberg the First.
Perhaps he was also someone from my old world.
All that aside, I need to figure out how to get out of here.
How did I get here in the first place?
I didn't do anything out of the ordinary in my old world, so whatever the reason was, it had to do with something here. My memories of the past month were a mess too. Perhaps I should sort them out first. There was bound to be some clue in there. Anything that would help me figure out what to do from here.
I looked in the mirror. I was taller than before, though only slightly. Brown hair, dense, wavy and smooth, eyes the shade of emeralds, a clean, sharp jaw—I looked like a noble from every angle, though I guess I technically was one: a "fallen noble" that is, thanks to our father. Though perhaps that was for the best. After all, the Nobility was probably going to fall soon. Discontent within the common folks was at an all time high. It wasn't strange for riots to break out. A lot of nobles had also died mysteriously recently, one of them being Lord Crean, an old friend of my father. Times were changing, and they were changing fast.
I laid down on my bed as I stared at the ceiling above. It was slanted, held by wooden pillars.
Tomorrow's my last exam.
Thankfully, Zoras was a diligent student, and so I was well prepared. It was early in the morning though. I had to reach the University by eight, and right now, it was two in the morning.
I should be fine, maybe?
In my old life, I was pretty used to going to sleep late at night and waking up early, but that wasn't the case for Zoras. He was the prime example of the perfect student; not the ideal type, but the annoying type. He would probably have trouble waking up if he went to sleep now.
Better than losing my mind, I thought as I closed my eyes. Even if I didn't wake up, I was sure that my sister would wake me up in time.