Chương 3: Hope Blossoms even Through Despair
War...
A small and simple word yet it has a big and terrible meaning. Beings of the same species use multiple weapons to massacre each other just to survive or in most cases, help their side to win the war.
When the war between two superpowers broke up, I was in charge of the civil group that was trying to reach a safe place.
Unfortunately, we lived near the borders between two countries on opposite sides and it would be almost impossible for us to reach any safe military bunkers.
I understood that it was unrealistic to be able to save all of the refugees in my group. Elderly men couldn't walk fast, women with children neither, but leaving them here was just morally wrong. At least for me.
Many volunteers helped others, they at least tried to carry their belongings which would be useless in the war anyway.
I had already given up on surviving when sirens' blared and everyone was forced awake from our slumber in the nearest already empty city.
'So an aerial attack?' I looked at the sky, but I couldn't see any aircraft.
"What's going on?" Someone's voice rang in my ear.
"Those sirens should work only in emergencies during wartime. Aerial attacks to be exact..." I explained and finally looked at the person next to me.
It was a young boy, maybe younger than me by 3-5 years. It was truly sad that such young people have to experience war.
"But I can't see any aircraft."
"I don't exactly know, but this can only mean that aircrafts are just high in the sky and clouds are hiding them. Or there is only one and we can't spot it... I hope it's not one..." I explained meanwhile the boy looked confused at me.
"Why? isn't it better there to be fewer aircrafts?"
"It's not that... They just don't need many aircrafts." I couldn't just tell him that there is a bomb that could destroy cities.
"Say, are you afraid of dying?" I questioned the boy, but he just laughed awkwardly.
"Yeah, I'm scared of dying. I just can't imagine myself not being alive... I don't want to die... especially alone." This boy is about fourteen years old... How could I watch him dying here...
"Hey, can you close your eyes? and also your ears." If we are deemed to die... Let's make it at least peaceful for someone...
"Oh, okay I guess." He closed his eyes and shut his ears with his two hands.
I placed my hand over his two and buried his face into my chest.
Soon big vibrations shook the ground, scaring the boy. I couldn't hold myself and tears flowed down my cheeks.
The boy wanted to look at what was happening, but I just kept him there. I didn't want him to see this...
The big mushroom was in the sky, and in less than 5 seconds we would probably die. The heat is already here, It's burning only if I died without pain from that burns...
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I opened my eyes once the vibrations stopped. There was only silence around...
Did I finally die?
I couldn't see anything because my sight was too misty.
"Hello, my little Ashy!" a new soft voice made me more confused.
'I don't remember anyone calling me Ashy, where am I?' I thought.
"My little Ashy wants to eat?" The soft voice again asked ringing out in my head.
'Maybe she is asking someone else and not me...'
I tried to observe my surroundings, with my misty sight I could only detect the woman who was picking me up...
'Why is my body so small.' The woman picked me up if I was a newborn chil-
'Don't tell me I'm reincarnated?!'
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2 Years Later
Long story short, I'm really reincarnated. The thing that I thought was just a myth happened to me.
Now my name is Ash. My new father wanted to name me with a cooler name, but apparently, my mother thought that I needed a cuter name...
But I got reincarnated in a vastly different world than my previous one. There is magic...
This presence of something that never existed in my previous world is actually magic. I with my own eyes saw how people cast spells and run at inhuman speeds.
The feeling of magical energy that was called mana in this world always bothered me. It's like entering the new apartment and smelling a whole new scent of the environment.
But later it became natural to me. Also, I heard many things from my parents, unfortunately, I couldn't get access to books about this world...
So I started asking questions to my parents. I tried to act childish asking how to do magic tricks.
"You should create mana-core for this little one. We mages managed to create a magical core in our belly through meditating." This answer that I got from my mother.
I decided to try it and form mana-core in my belly. I didn't have a problem with sensing mana particles since they bothered me already for quite some time.
"Look, honey, he is meditating to become a mage. Isn't that cute?" My mother's voice often interrupted my meditating session.
"I want to see his reaction when he sees his new sibling." My father's voice was clear as today's bright sky.
This time I opened my eyes wide and looked at them in shock. Father looked at me with a grin while mom was caressing her belly.
'I will have a sibling?'
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NEW POV
A mother.
A father.
A brother.
Was I lucky? Having such a happy family? One that was alive at that.
I was just a little boy in a magic world full of possibilities. Vonde, that's my name. A name that was given to me by my new father.
My brother with piercing eyes, such eyes that even my father didn't possess. As if my brother had seen and been through more than my father.
A caring father, one that would do anything for his family. Along with a mother that possessed the sweetest most caring smile. In a home built to raise a happy strong family.
It makes me think, think back to before I had this family. Back to a time when I didn't have such luxuries. A time where families were torn, lives were taken, and dreams crumbled to ashes.
...Back to war.
Reincarnated, yeah that's the word, that's what happened to me. Before being reincarnated to this place, this much different world, I was, or we were, in a time of war. In a world much different and advanced than this one. I had a family much different than my new current one, a family that didn't have such bright smiles. Because in a time of war, smiling was rare, so rare that it felt like a crime to smile.
At that time, in that world, I was just a boy, a 15-year-old. I had a mother, a father, and a soon-to-be newborn sister. To be born into war, I pitied my sister that wasn't even here yet. And just like all the other kids, I had dreams, achievable dreams, and unachievable ones as well.
This wasn't like those shows I watched where there were superpowers and you could get stronger to protect your loved ones. No, this certainly wasn't like that. And because of that, I focused on one achievable dream, a dream everyone had their hearts set on. To survive the war, to be alive with your loved ones, to be able to smile after this horrific nightmare passes. If it were to pass at all.
My father being a higher-up within our military didn't have much time to visit our family because of his status. So my mother was alone, other than me being there. The pain of pregnancy and the mental strain of war were taking their toll on her. Every day I wished for this hell to be over, for this pain to simply vanish.
There was a day I vividly remember from my past life. I remember that day because of that light, that beautiful yet haunting sight coming towards me. It should have been a day of life, not death.
On the day of the light, even though my mother was not due to give birth for at least 4 more weeks, she was giving birth on this day. A day that my father was not home, and a day that had loud cannon fire polluting our ears.
Since the hospitals were overpopulated by the injured, we had to get a doctor to come to our house. We had called father to come, but he wouldn't make it in time.
The doctor had laid my mother down on our table. Throughout this whole war, I had never been as scared as this moment. My mother was giving birth to my sister. All I could do was hold my mother's hand, seeing the pain she was going through was slowly breaking me. As this was happening, I kept getting the same thoughts over and over again, 'A boy shouldn't have to see his mother in such pain. Why me? Just why?' And even though they were selfish thoughts, I couldn't stop myself from thinking them.
...Until it happened.
A loud explosion rang through my body, my ears, my brain, through everything. I let go with my mother's hand and ran towards our window. I stood there, jaw dropped, in disbelief.
'No, please no.' That was all I could think.
That light was immense. It felt as if it was getting closer and closer. But I couldn't move, I wanted to go back and hold my mother's hand, but I couldn't move. I was too scared of what would happen if that light was what I thought it was. I had too many questions.
The light was pulling my attention so much that I couldn't stop staring at it. My eyes started bleeding from the effect and sheer pain.
But then I broke free, free from my fear. I ran towards my mother and held her hand tightly. My mother and the doctor's faces looked petrified, as the light was so close that it was now visible to them. I could feel I had the same look.
The next second, the light enveloped me, as did the pain. Within seconds I had lost my sight, but I could still feel the pain, that ever-burning sensation.
'Go away, make the pain go away.' All I could think was wanting the pain to simply go through me as if the pain couldn't hit or make contact with me anymore. As if I couldn't feel pain. That was my last wish until I couldn't feel anymore until I couldn't think anymore, until...I was gone.
After I had died, I opened my eyes and I was looking at three figures. A small child, a beautiful woman, and a teary-eyed man. I could see my red eyes through the reflection of the woman's eyes.
Those people I had laid my eyes on were my new family, a family that was alive.
After my reincarnation, time passed and information passed even faster.
Like I said before, I got named Vonde, by my father. And the child I had seen after opening my eyes was my brother, his name, Ash. A rather interesting name.
After being stuck in an infant body for so long, I kept hearing talks and mentions about one word.
'Magic.' That word was constantly thrown around the house.
In my previous life and world, magic was fiction, a subject of the imagination. But in this world, not only was it subject to the imagination, but it was real, very much real.
But what was the most important to me was this fresh start. I had asked myself, why was I here? Was this even real? Did I want to have another family, just to lose them again, just as I did with my last?
Was I lucky?
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