"I suppose the man in front of me is my father," it was a short man with pointy ears, golden eyes, and white hair. It could be said that this man was truly beautiful. The man in front of him brought Frank closer to his face using his hand and murmured something Frank couldn't understand. The father looked confused at Frank; apparently, he looked that way because Frank was not crying, which was unlike any newborn, and it could even be considered a bad omen, thought Frank.
So he quickly started crying, or at least tried to look like he was crying. The father's worries seemed to be dispelled. He handed the baby to a woman, who Frank thought was his mother. It was the most beautiful woman Frank had ever seen in both of his two lives: skin as smooth as silk, gorgeous long white hair, and beautiful river-like eyes. The pointy ears helped her looks, making her seem like a saint. The mother seemed exhausted, but she was still smiling at him. There were many people around Frank; he thought they were medics or family members. Soon they all dispersed, leaving only the father, the mother, and Frank in the room.
Frank observed the room, which was huge and luxurious. Even back on his planet, this could be considered high-end. Now that he thought about it, he didn't even know if he was on his own planet. Suddenly, memories of his pain, suffering, and agony reappeared. He must make them pay, all of them. They put him through unimaginable pain, so he would do the same to them. A creepy smile appeared on the kid's face. The mom noticed and thought he was smiling at her, so she smiled back. The father looked one more time at Frank before coldly nodding and leaving the room in a hurry, leaving the two of them alone.
Frank wanted to escape his mother's embrace to learn more about this new world he was in, but he couldn't. His mother was holding him tightly. Seeing he couldn't do much, he decided to fake sleep, so she could put him down. The woman noticed him sleeping soundly, so she placed him inside the crib to let him rest. After she was gone, Frank tried to get up but to no avail. His legs were too weak, and he was too heavy, so he just tried to exercise the body in a way that would help him adjust to his new life. He practiced standing, rolling, and even tried to speak without much success.
He had many questions. First, how did he keep his memories after being reincarnated? Second, how did he come to transmigrate to another world? Third, what was he? He noticed that his mother and father were different from humans, so he assumed he was the same. Also, he deduced that this world was different from his own because of linguistic differences in the sounds they pronounced. They seemed unlike any other sound of ancient or modern languages, which also meant that he would have to learn this new language in order to survive.
While he was adjusting to his new body, his mother was watching him through the door crack, confused at what he was doing. To her, he was just rolling around. She came inside the room and fed him milk and started talking to him in the language he didn't understand. Frank thought that she was probably narrating her day to him. However, he listened carefully, trying to understand whatever she was saying.
Time went by, and six months flew. "I have become accustomed to my new mother. In my first life, I never had the chance to know her since I had been abducted by the Dossier organisation and indoctrinated into becoming a soldier. But I never forgot my purpose. In secret, while my mother was out or preoccupied with some other matter, I was secretly training, even getting out of my crib to try and read books from this world to get a better understanding of the situation I was currently in. I have come to know my mother's name: she's called Elaine Arden, and the name I have in this life is Alonzo Arden. I still have some holes in my knowledge of this foreign language, but I managed to grasp some understanding of the language and some basic things from the books on the lower bookshelf" thought Frank.
"However, since the day I was born, I have never seen my so-called father again, only a few servants and doctors who came to check on me. I deduced this was normal in a noble household, especially since this world looked medieval. From the books I managed to get my hands on and from the texts I understood, this planet is called Noxareth, a world full of magic and powerful beings. Unfortunately, I haven't found a way to practice magic or simply didn't understand the language enough to deduce if it said anything about it" said Frank in his mind.
"In the following days, besides the usual exercises I did on a daily basis, I tried to replicate an image I saw in a book that looked like a "magic phenomenon," but with no success" thought Frank frustrated . Suddenly, the door cracked, so Frank quickly pretended to fall asleep. He still took a peek at who entered. To his surprise, it wasn't Elaine, but a stranger in a cloak. He came next to Frank's crib and slowly extended his hand and grabbed Frank by the neck. Frank was shocked since it was so sudden. He tried to struggle, but to no avail.
His life slowly drifted away, but he never stopped fighting back. The struggle became slower and slower since he was losing ground. Right before dying, all his life's memories flashed before his eyes—all his suffering and pain. He wouldn't let it go to waste, not like that. A sudden power overwhelmed him and ripped the intruder's arm from his shoulder, making the cloaked man fall on his back and scream in pain. The screams seemed to have alerted the entire mansion since, shortly after, a few guards rushed in and neutralised the intruder. They made sure that Frank was all right and brought him to a safe place deep in a basement. This action happened so fast that it shocked Frank. He had exerted such strength that even he himself wasn't aware he had. If he could control such power, perhaps he could control his own fate, no longer being influenced by other beings. At that moment, he decided what he wanted to do with his new life: to control his own fate, to become so strong that no one would be able to make him a pawn.
After half an hour, his mother rushed into the basement room and hugged him, checking every part of his body. To his surprise, behind Elaine there was his father. Frank thought he would check on him, but he simply glanced at him and left in a hurry. Frank didn't have any feelings about this new family; he had a greater purpose to accomplish, something that love for family and friends would make impossible.
Elaine carried Frank, together with some guards, to a new safe location since the current home seemed to be compromised. It was the first time Frank had seen the outside world. The fauna looked completely different: the trees looked like giant purple mushrooms. The sky was dark, but the entire world was shining like it was day. Instead of the moon or the sun, there was a giant donut-shaped glowing object. This fantasy-like world fascinated Frank even further. He couldn't wait until he used his newfound powers. And about that person who tried to kill him, he didn't even care he ripped his whole arm. It actually made him frustrated he didn't kill him himself.
They embarked on a carriage to a new destination. On the way, he couldn't exercise, but he could eavesdrop on the guards' gossip. From what he managed to understand, apparently his father was a regional lord, just as he expected, since he saw how luxurious his mansion was. His name was Adal Arden, and the guards showed a lot of respect to him when they talked, even between each other. Very interesting was that the person who tried to assassinate Frank was from the human kingdom, Drakensholt—a political scheme. Frank believed some third party tried to blame Drakensholt and create discord between races. On Noxareth, there were many races, but one of the most numerous was humankind—not particularly good at anything, but overall the most fierce. Their longevity was worse than the elves, they were weaker in raw strength than orcs, and way smaller than vorraks, yet they were able to maintain their spot in this chaotic world, which truly was commendable.
Elaine and Frank arrived at their destination—a huge city with big walls. The gates opened, making way for them. I tried to sneak a glance through the window. Elaine noticed and brought him near the window to see the outside. Frank saw many people like him, but they looked unhappy and poor, which he thought was normal since those parts should be the outskirts of the city. We strode deeper into the city; the deeper we went, the more luxurious it became. We halted after some time.
When we got down from the carriage, we were greeted by some nobles of the same race. Despite their usual noble pleasantries, Frank could tell they were full of contempt and ridicule. We were repartitioned in a castle-like structure with a huge interior and many rooms, but we weren't alone. This castle was full of other noble figures. Elaine and Frank entered a dormitory. As soon as they entered, Elaine put Frank down and looked at him deeply, trying to understand how a kid could break the arm of an assassin, or could it be that someone else intervened? Frank noticed and acted like a normal kid when Elaine was around or any servant, but when they were gone, he would exercise and read anything. In the end, Elaine left the room after putting Frank to sleep. Frank woke up but didn't start exercising. He wanted to know what the sudden burst of power he felt when he was close to dying was. He tried to feel that kind of perseverance he felt. Something lit up inside of him—a very powerful heat. It started burning him from the inside. He could feel the smell of roasted meat, but compared to the pain he had suffered until now, this was nothing. He kept on thriving for this feeling until something inside him formed. It was a small red ball, and the pain also ceased. His body was covered in sweat. Some time later, a servant entered to check on him and change the bed sheets. When she realised he was soaked in sweat, she quickly took him to take a bath.
Six years went by. During this time, he had trained and learned many things. He rarely went out; however, he got acquainted with some people. He learned his respective race was called Luminari, an elven-like magical race with long longevity. Their history was very long and rich. He had also learned that in this world magic depended a lot on the emotions of the mage. For example, if you're a mage and feel intense anger or hate, your magic will get aggressive and stronger, but your power will be drained faster. The young boy stood up; his height was around 40 inches. He looked in the mirror and saw a handsome young man with white hair and blue eyes. He wore a noble white shirt with long sleeves and long white pants, with leather boots and a black belt. His door opened, and Elaine entered. She smiled warmheartedly at the young man and said: "It's time to have your magic affinities tested. Let's not keep your the elders waiting." Frank, or what they called him now, Alonzo, followed his mother through the huge corridors.
Apparently, the light he felt inside him was called a moon. The colour and size of the moon showed the power of the mage. After many years and intense training, he hadn't made much progress, which frustrated him, but he still persisted. His core, from a little red moon, transformed into a giant red moon. From the books he had read, red was the lowest, after which came yellow, then green, purple, orange, and finally blue—at least those were the ones shown to the public. It was said that breakthroughs happened only in the heat of passion, but in the last six years he didn't have much fighting besides the intruder incident.