I am sitting alone after many busy days. There were many twists and turns. Now it is quiet, and my head is full of thoughts.I told a small lie to my family so I could be alone for a while. I do this because writing helps organize my thoughts.My name is not Roan now. My name is Darian Zephyros Tempestward. The elders and my parents gave me this name. It feels important and heavy.This is not Earth. It is another world. There is magic here, strange powers, and many kinds of creatures. The world is not old or simple. It feels a bit like the Victorian era. There are telephones, but no mobile phones. There is no TV. But the newspapers are strong. They have pictures that move, almost like in Harry Potter. So there must be cameras or something like cameras.This world is beautiful. I am sitting beside a lake on my own estate. The wind makes small ripples on the water.Yes, an estate. I belong to a noble family: the House of Tempestward. The Zephyros family is known for magic. I learned many things while I was in bed for a month. I learned names, symbols, manners, and how the servants move quietly.The calendar says it is the 6th Ecliptic Century, year 1678. Humans live with elves, beast people, beast tribes, and dwarves. They share this world.I also have a system. It shows me details about myself and the world, like a clear report.My father is a duke of the country called Hastailia. He is an 8-star Archmage. His presence feels like a storm on the horizon. My mother is a 7-star Elementalist. Her care feels like a safe shield over our home. My older sister walks a rare path. She is an Elementalist Swordwoman, already 7-star. She mixes blade and element. She is very strong.My family is powerful. I am twenty-one. The system shows I am a 5-star magician. My magic is Illusion and Dream. It is a dual path. It is softer than fire, wind, or thunder, but it can be very smart and deep. I also have a swordsman trait. It ties to my core.I tried to merge sword and magic once. I failed. The body fell into a coma for six months. People thought I would die. In a way, the old self did die. Then a "miracle" happened. I woke up. They think it was luck or grace. Only I know the truth: I reincarnated into this body, and the system stayed with me
I also have a wife. It sounds crazy, right? What is even more surprising is that she is from a branch of my own family, a distant cousin. As my memories came back little by little, I remembered many things, and most of them were surprising.Her name is Fianas Tempestward. She has no middle name, so she is not from the main family. She is twenty-six, four years older than me. From my memories, they fell in love at the family academy and married after a special rite called the Fire and Rock Ceremony when people turn eighteen. For women, there is a similar rite called the Ceremony of Flowers. These rites mark adulthood and make relationships official. After the rites, romantic life is recognized by the law and by the families.
She is very beautiful, with a calm smile and sharp eyes, Big boobs and ass, People often stare when she walks into a room. The person who owned this body before had strong tastes and was proud of winning her heart.
That much is clear from the memories.Relationships are different in this world. Women can have male house-servants for companionship for sex , just as men can have female companions. This is common in some noble circles. People can keep such companions even after marriage if both partners are not satisfied, though it is more accepted for men. Noble ladies often keep this private, and if it becomes public, it can turn into a scandal that appears in the newspapers the next day.Humans here live longer than on Earth. Most people begin to look old only after one hundred. Powerful people can live for more than two hundred years on average.
There is still a lot to think about: the rules of magic, the politics of Hastailia, the duties of a duke's family, and what my name means in this house. I keep asking one question: is Illusion a trick, or can it reveal deeper truth?Tonight, the lake will keep my secrets. The reeds will stay quiet. I will write until my thoughts become clear. Darian. Zephyros. Tempestward. Three parts of me, one life. Tomorrow, I begin again.