"What's that annoying ringing", I say as I sluggishly struggle to get up against the comfort of my bed except something feels off. This isn't my bed,this isn't even my room and the annoying ringing sound isn't even my alarm clock because I know I can't afford one.
"Where the hell am I!!?", The noise must have startled the inhabitants of the house because fewer than a couple seconds later my door busts open.
"Son,are you okay?", "Son?" I thought, looking at this strange blonde man whose expression can only be described as genuine worry. My father died ages ago,in my arms, bleeding from a stab wound by the knife of a dear friend. My eyes darkened and my thoughts must have been written on my face because the strange man's expression darkened from worry to concern and a little fear. "Son,are you sure your okay?". I don't know if I should answer but his worry seemed genuine, "I'm alright Father,it was just a nightmare" I said, thinking nothing of it but his expression changed from concern to confusion and then intrigue. He then burst into a roar of laughter "Son" he said while still laughing "Nightmare? How?". He must have sensed my confusion so he continued "Nightmares only happens when you dream and we son, don't dream. Never have for over a millennia". After a little more questions, confusion and laughter,I was left alone in my supposed room.
I walked up to the mirror only to see someone who didn't look like me in the slightest. No rags, no scar except the little X-shaped scar on my chest, no killing intent just deep blue eyes and wait what?!!!! Blonde hair!!!!!, since when do I have blonde hair
I stumbled back in astonishment.
I'm in the body of what seems to be an aristocrat,in a room which the term luxury does no justice and I just learnt the word dream is somewhat of a myth in the place.
I placed my hand over my mouth to hide the fact that it was opened wide in pure shock
"Where the hell am I?!!" I nervously exclaimed