《Rebirth of the undead》


 Chapter 1 : I鈥檓 not dead ?

    I regain consciousness in a strange black world. I couldn¡¯t understand what was happening. I should be dead. I remember been killed by those I saved. They killed me because of greed even though they would not be there if I had not saved them and their kingdom.


    They waited more than twenty years to be more powerful than me. Twenty years when we have been allies, where I helped them through various means, twenty years where I though that I could stop improving my self and do whatever I wanted, so I did just that. I read all the books I could find, I love to read. I could imagine myself as the hero, going everywhere to help, saving the people in need. I could incarnate a devil who would do whatever he wanted without care for the world. I was jealous of them. I was envious because I couldn¡¯t travel the world like I wanted. I was all alone almost all the time, and the rare time where I was with someone, they will fear me, avoid me.


    Just because I was a lich.


    I understand that my kind was not the more social or even the more human friendly but I was not like that. I just wanted peace but no, there was always some ?hero? to come on my lands to ?kill the evil and save the humanity? or whatever bullshit. But they were just greedy of all the treasure I had. I didn¡¯t even wanted them¡­ I just collected them on the said heroes¡­ Well I guess I at least used them in exchange for fiction books with the borderland kingdom, Siria. Siria that I helped countless time, protecting their border east to north, without even mentioning that my presence as an ally of the kingdom, even if only in name, put pressure on the other invaders, preventing war multiple time. It was a young kingdom created by some humans I don¡¯t really know. We just signed a peace treaty and after some time we began to exchange. Well I asked to exchange whatever treasure I had for books. But who would have though that the king would call for a crusade the moment they could to exterminate me. I was furious but I could do nothing. I was invited in their palace as a ?friend?. It was just all a trap ! And now I was dead, as much as a lich could be dead.


    While recalling all these thing, I couldn¡¯t help but feel my anger rose, and even the warm around me couldn¡¯t appease it.


    Wait ! Warm ? How could that be ? I was a lich, I didn¡¯t have senses, not human at least. I could see the world via my spiritual vision, or feel the mana, even hearing things but again it was with my soul, something akin to a spiritual audition. But I had never feel warm or cold. Hell, I had never ?touched? anything, so what was happening right now ?


    I calmed my self and began to think. I was in something warm, I could not move and my spiritual sense couldn¡¯t tell me anything, which was strange because I should be able to sense everything without at least 30 meter around me if not more. I couldn¡¯t understand what was happening. It was like my soul was weakened, but I didn¡¯t feel injured. I just feel ¡­ weak. Why would I feel weak ?


    Suddenly I heard something. I couldn¡¯t make sense of what the noise was but I heard it with my ears which was even more confusing. I try to focus but I couldn¡¯t understand anything, it was like there was a big wall between me and the sound.


    While I was still pondering what the noises were, I began to move, which if I was honest, scared the hell out of me. I was who knew where, with strange sensations, probably not in my own body and more than anything I was weak, extremely weak. I couldn¡¯t even move so how was I supposed to defend myself ! Fortunately after a few minute I pondered what was happening again. Then I recalled one of the stories I read.


    Reincarnate. I was in a new body and I was still in the belly of my mother to be. It was a strange though. After all, I was a lich, I was not born. Lich could be either created by extremely powerful necromancer, self created by said necromancer who want to become undead or finally, rarely, almost never heard of, a lich can just appear. I don¡¯t know how or why, I just know that I was of the latter category. One day I just appear and began to exist, with all my power and some knowledge of how to use them. Well, not exactly all of them. I got some while I was alive but I was naturally born with death and ice magic under my control. After that I use to study all I could and other type of magic was included. I was a master in all element, even the spacial one, except for two of them. Life and light. Understandably, a lich wielding the light element would have been weird. Same thing for the life element, I used to be an undead after all¡­


    A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. While I calmed myself and understood what was happening I was exited. For the first time of my life I will be alive and I would be able to travel whatever world I was in. Well I knew it would probably not be so easy but who cares I was pretty sure I would not incite the same hate and fear if I were to go into some town.


    I was still overjoyed by all the things I will be able to do when I got cold all over my body. I made something I never before. I inhaled by instinct and all I could feel was pain in my lungs. I began to cry and I immediately understood why baby cry when they are given birth not that I saw it but like I said, I read a lot. It hurt like hell ! First is the cold and I can tell you that when you have never fell anything but warm before it¡¯s not a pleasant sensation. Then you began to breath and it¡¯s worst. I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s because lungs where unused before or because the air was icy cold but it chill all your body painfully.


    After some time, I began to warm again and the pain disappeared. I was happy. I felt something warm against my body, something oddly familiar. Soft, warm and tender. I heard some people talking but I couldn¡¯t make sense of what they were talking, it was not a language I knew, I could just hear two manly voice and sometime a woman. I knew the woman was my mother because every time she would speak I would feel how her breathing changed against my body and how her voice vibrated through her to me. I heard other sound in the piece I currently was but I didn¡¯t know what they were. They didn¡¯t remotely ressemble to anything I knew. Some where high pitchy and annoying noise repeating themselves ever thing seconds. Other where even stranger but were I think to far for me to make sense.


    I could feel the light of the piece so different from the darkness I was before. We were probably the day or in a piece with a lot of light either made by made or by a fire but I couldn¡¯t open my eyes to know.


    I was all to happy with my new beginning, even if a little frightening. I felt myself fall into sleep. Sleep a strange thing. I knew I was falling asleep but I never slept before. I was eager to try.


    ¡ª¡ª


    I wake up after some times and was hungry. I tried to call my mother but all I made was a pitiful cry. I was almost to ashamed to continue but I was hungry so I needed to gather some attention. I called a few more time and more rapidly than I expected it, I felt someone take me while talking slowly, probably to me. I wanted to open my eyes but still couldn¡¯t. I felt I would soon be able to but still not yet.


    I suddenly had something warm against my mouth and I reflexively began to suck it. Some strange liquid began to pur in my mouth. I tasted for the first time of my life. I knew it was milk, my mother milk. I have to say I pretty much liked it. After some time I was full and felt invigorated. I try to open my eyes again and this time I succeeded. All the world was blurry but I could still make so form around me. I paid no attention to the sound of all the adult around me that had quiet all of a sudden and began to focus to see more clearly. Rapidly I could see perfectly clear and could tell that I was in the arm of a women. A beautiful women with golden hair and dark green eyes. I watched and saw a strange expression on her face. A strange mix of fear, love and care. The fear in her eyes was pretty strange like she was not only afraid of me but for me too, the two at the same time. She was looking in my eyes and I blinked.


    She began to call someone I couldn¡¯t see. I couldn¡¯t move my head which was extremely frustrating. I try to use my spiritual vision and sense again. I could use it again but it was almost useless right now. I could sense everything around my head in a diameter of something close to fifty centimeter, no even enough to see my own feet¡­ but I could at least see that I was a woman. I didn¡¯t know how to feel about that. I had no gender before that and I mostly conversed with men. Well whatever not like it was important right now.


    While I was testing all these, a new man in weird white clothe appeared in front of me. He lifted me from my mother and I frowned. Why would he do that ? He began to examine my eyes, moving his finger in front of me like an idiot. I saw him in deep though before he took out a little metallic stick with some sort of crystal at the end. It put it in front of my right eye and a bright, painful light emerged of it. I hurriedly closed my eyes and began to cry, trying to escape from him with the little to no strength that I had. I was furious, why the hell would he put light in my eye ? Does he think it¡¯s fun to tortue other like that ? I¡¯m a freaking baby !


    I try to use magic and began to gather mana to defend myself but I found that my body was unable to use enough of it to do anything useful. I¡¯ll have to work hard to make this body strong and hard.


    The psychotic man gave me back to my mother who tenderly embraced me with her arms and I calmed myself. It was such a strange feeling to feel loved. I never had that before but I loved it. I would do anything to simply feel like that for the rest of my life if given the choice. I heard them talking hurriedly but I paid no care at all. Firstly I couldn¡¯t understand anything, secondly I was in the arm of my beloved mother who cared for me. Nothing was important for me at this moment, I just enjoyed myself. And just like that, I fell asleep again.

 Chapter 2 : Knowledge

    A few months passed by and I was beginning to understand what my parents talked. Not that it was really interesting but I could at least comprehend. I learned a few important things.


    Firstly I was pretty sure I was on a totally different world right now. The technology of this world was so much more advanced than my previous one, I couldn¡¯t stop myself from been amazed half the time. Luckily I was a baby and it was apparently not a strange behavior.


    I had not already confirmed that there was no magic but by the conversation and all I could learn I think that there is not magical means in this world. So I will probably have to be careful, I couldn¡¯t begin to cast spells everywhere I wanted to, not before I was strong enough to defend myself and the people I loved or more precisely my mother. I don¡¯t know why but I couldn¡¯t love my dad, something about him just feel wrong to me but I had not enough relationship to know exactly what was happening. I just knew that my guts told me to be careful and I was careful around him.


    Secondly we were pretty poor. Not really poor, we were living well without much problem but we had to be careful not to buy something expensive and couldn¡¯t do whatever we wanted. My father worked a lot but I guess it was not enough because I heard them often argue about that. We lived in a house with two and a half rooms but there was a garden. The humans on this world were pretty strange, delimiting everything everywhere. I couldn¡¯t really understand why our garden was separated by the others but some sort of strange metallic strings. It was not like it was completely transparent¡­ so it was not for privacy or other. I really couldn¡¯t get it. But we had a pretty garden where my mother would often take me when there was no one and we would stay there, enjoying our time.


    A lot a noise where often heard but I got used to it over time, even night was not silent. There was always the sounds of what they call cars and trucks or the strange buzz coming from all the different box in the house made of some material I don¡¯t know. I think they called it plastic or caoutchouc but I¡¯m not certain they talked about the same think.


    And finally, I was strange for humans. More precisely my eyes. They were completely black, iris and sclera comprised. I looked at me one time in a mirror and I well¡­ I get why it would be disturbing. I had never saw any living being in my previous life with such black eyes. They reminded me more of some unnatural creature of the darkness than anything else. I also had perfect night vision, contrary to my mother and if I¡¯m not wrong, every other human specimen. My hair were a little better but not by a lot. They were completely white, not the like of the albinos, but a more pure white that remind me of the snow and the ice. I liked them pretty much.


    And for all these reasons, my mother never took me outside. Well even if I was curious I had no problem to wait for more time. I still had to begin to speak and even to strengthen myself. I had though about what to do about myself and I revised everything I knew and read. So I created a brand new technique for myself. There were a few perk to be an extremely powerful lich with a knowledge complex and a genius mind. I didn¡¯t really know how to name this technique, if technique is even correct to call it¡­ It was a strange mix between cultivation, magic and soul renforcement.


    I had previously access to pretty much everything valuable before my death by treachery. I would often trade if I could but I had sometime take some books or knowledge by force, maybe one of the cause of my bad reputation now that I think about it ? Well the past is the past. So the best cultivation technique, the best magics and souls research had been read and memorized by me. I had a perfect memory which is extremely convenient by the way. I had knowledge about alchemy, forging, enchanting and what not. The only bad point is I think the biology. I have a pretty good anatomy knowledge of the human specie and my medical competence are from what I heard pretty high if not heaven-defying in this world because of the cultivator, these maniac battle junkies. But the biology is completely different. I had no access to anything useful or even remotely learnable but I knew that I was far. And the simple fact that the biology was in advance was a proof that I had a least something int¨¦ressant to learn and probably more. I couldn¡¯t accept the biology being the unique science like they call it where I knew little to none.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    So using all I could I made a mix in between everything and self created something that would able me to become strong again, and far far more stronger than before. I was still not sure if I would be able to become immortal again but I though so. The method was divided three part echoing each others.


    The cultivation part which was divided in nine part for now. Each part for a cultivation stage. In this order : Body tempering, Martial artist, Core formation, Nascent soul, Saint order, Mortal shattering, Demi-god creation, God ascending, Primordial being.


    Each symbolized something in particular and are divided again specifically. For exemple the body tempering part which I will soon begin to practice was separated in two part, inner part and outer part, and even then it was again divided. I would so have to first temper my blood and body fluid, then my organ, and finally my bone marrow for the inner part. For the outer part, I would have to start with the bones then the muscles and finish with the skin and nails.


    The magical part was divided into ten circle. These circle were supposed to be around heart and provide help in the usage of spells. But I though it was not the best usage of it so I incorporated the circles in the heavenly circle used by the cultivation technique. So to say, I made the heavenly circle be the magic circle. I will have more problem advancing within them but the pro gained were so much more powerful. Firstly I would be able to use far more power than a mage at the same circle, sadly I would not be able to use spells of the second circle while I was I the first, but my first circle spells would be unrivaled and probably would be able to contempt with mages of the second circle, maybe even the third. Secondly with each new circle I would create I would be able to use it when cultivating like my own. For exemple I would be able to cultivate eight time faster than anyone else when I would be at the eight circle. The last circle is a bit of an exception, called not the ten circle but the primordial one and is in fact the fusion of the nine circle.


    The soul part was not really divided because there was not really any bottleneck while improving so I named them by the soul power they provided, namely : mortal soul, immortal soul, divin soul, primordial soul. The mortal soul was pretty useless, providing only some benefice like the spiritual vision or the ability to see through lies. The immortal soul would able someone to affect the mind and soul of others via illusions, seduction or glamour for exemple. The divin soul would be able to manifest itself in reality but that was pretty much all. And finally the primordial soul was the ability to physically use the soul, be it to attack, kill, or catch something. Note than this as no relation with the aura of an individual.


    The soul part of the technique will be use as a link between the mana and the qi, available it to combine. So my qi will be purified by mana and the mana will be purified by qi before semi merging together to be more powerful.


    All of this combine would able me to be approximatively three time more powerful than someone of the same level, and each part are training the other two so it¡¯s not like I have to choose between either of them, mostly only focusing on the slower one and all three of them will raise at the same time. And the slower one is probably the cultivation part. Well perhaps not but that will depend on the herb that could be found but the same could be said for the mana circle. The soul part will be the easiest because my soul was strong to begin with, just that my actual body is unable to stock it¡¯s full power so it increase naturally with my growth of power.


    Before my death I was at the strongest nine circle mage and could fight evenly with the highest of the god level cultivator. As for primordial being, there was none in the history. It is more of a legend stage than anything else, a stage powerful enough to break the rules of the universe and exactly the one I need if I want to return to that world to take revenge. Did I say that I really have taken my death by treachery really badly ?


    I was currently listening to my mother when I suddenly spoke my first words.


    ¡ª Mama !


    I looked into my mother who had her eyes wide and smiled, I saw my mother rush to me and hug me tightly. It was warm, tender. I love hugs.

 Chapter 3 : Reading

    A few months passed and I was now able to speak properly. My parents were surprised by the way I spoke, apparently it was more fluent and much more mature than it should be for my little over a year old but I didn¡¯t care. It was not like I revealed something dangerous, just that I was more intelligent than other babies. I was currently fourteen months and I will be able to begin my cultivation when I will be two years old. So I had time before I could do anything and I had things to do. Firstly I needed to learn to read, secondly I needed to learn more about this world. To know the dangers, what was appropriate or not, to what extend I was able to act. Could I just kill someone annoying like I did ? Probably not, this world didn¡¯t appear so brutal and bloodthirsty but maybe on special case ? I needed to know the common sense here but it was pretty difficult when you couldn¡¯t even leave your house. But then again, I knew for a fact that I would have to to school. Pretty strange that everyone has to go, not just the rich and noble but I didn¡¯t really care. I was on the contrary a little excited. Maybe I could learn something new ? Or explore more about this world ? Even maybe could I make friend !? How good would it be if I had friend ?


    Aside for that I already setup my mind in making my mother proud and by what I understood of this world, I would have to go to something called University to do that. I¡¯m not too sure about what it is but I think it¡¯s something like a martial academy or a magic school, maybe ?


    But before all that I needed to read!


    I asked a few times ago to have some stories read by my mother. She began to tell me different stories but I interrupted her one time and asked specifically to read it on a book so I could see it. She though that I wanted to look at the pictures so she agreed and I made no effort in correcting her. So we would often read stories and I tried my best to associate which symbols and words were told. I would occasionally ask my mother to follow her reading with her finger but I couldn¡¯t do that too often because I didn¡¯t want her to suspect something. Not because I didn¡¯t trust her, but because I didn¡¯t trust my father. The more times pass and the more I distance myself from him. I still can¡¯t put my finger on it but my uneasy feeling around him is growing stronger with each passing day. Sadly my mother is overly gentle and love him dearly so she trusts him with everything.


    I tried to understand his behavior and all but the more I watched and the more I began to doubt that he loved my mother and me. I had the feeling that he just used us for himself. I didn¡¯t saw him work really often but I was probably mistaken and my mother would often complain to him that he didn¡¯t make enough money and that she had to provide most of it. They though that I couldn¡¯t understand what they were talking about or that I would forget it while aging but it was not the case. So I watched silently, trying to understand that strange relationship so different from those I read in my books. I knew that my books were mostly fiction and by so were idealized but even so something was wrong here.


    Today would probably be the last time I would need my mother to read to me. I would enjoy the next times but I wouldn¡¯t need to focus on learning to read anymore. I will not be able to perfectly read of course, but I will got all the base I need to learn by myself. I will have to find a way to get my hands on books without mother suspecting that I could already read. I was not sure if a new born of less than two years who could read was common or at least heard of but I will not try the devil.


    Mother was reading a strange story about a little girl going in the woods and being attacked by a wolf who had already eat her grandmother. I was pretty chocked the first time I heard it. Not because it was something gore or even remotely horrific. No just because I couldn¡¯t wrap my mind to why they would put this story as a good night story to a baby and a kid. We were talking about a giant wolf eating human after all while playing trap INSIDE the bed in the house. Even so I was pretty interested by all these seemingly absurd situation, not that I care enough to ask, I just wanted to learn to read and spend some quality time with my mother when she was not at work. I didn¡¯t know what she did, something to do with something called ? hospital ?. I had not yet learn what it was. I had a pretty good idea but no certainties. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    My mother was hugging me while reading, both of us lied on my bed in my own room. I loved the warm produced by the body of mother. It nearly intoxicated me in an almost frightening way. Well it was understandable, I lived centuries with nothing close to a friend, couldn¡¯t feel warm or cold at all and now I had a caring and loving mother with a warm and tender body. It was refreshing and blissful.


    I was asleep without even remarking, which was not so rare around my mother. I just couldn¡¯t help it, it felt so good and so safe around her that my body just surrender. Not that I was against it, strangely enough I liked sleep. Most time I had no dreams but when I had them it was so strange. Sometimes I would be able to tell that it was a dream and sometimes not, leaving me having some very strange interaction, especially when I was trying to make sense in all the weirdness and madness of the current dream. I still had my perfect memory, so I remembered all of them which was fun, I liked to replay my dreams, especially to weirdest ones. I had some nightmare too but getting me scared was not an easy thing. The worst was when I dreamed of my mother leaving me either forced or by herself. I finally comprehended why so many humans wrote about how you had to protect loved ones and not loose them. I pledged to myself to do everything possible to do just that but I was going to need strength !


    The next morning my mother didn¡¯t had to work which was perfect. We didn¡¯t have a lot of books in the house. We did have a ton of them if compared with people of the same status as my family but comparatively within the world, we were more on the low side. Not really because they didn¡¯t love to read but because they read on so strange box editing emitting light. My next step was to learn how to use it and I was gonna need time. My current life was so simple it was a little disturbing. I tried to read, I enjoyed my mother, I slept eat and other biologicals new needs I had. And that was it. I had to have a more resistant and powerful body to practice magic again and I couldn¡¯t manage qi before around two years, I don¡¯t exactly know the reason. Maybe the stability of the body didn¡¯t reach a high enough level ? Or the heavenly circuit was not strong enough to root in the body ? And finally the soul was already to the maximum of it¡¯s capacity. I will probably be able to skip all soul related training until I divin soul. So I just asked :


    ¡ª Mommy, computer ?


    ¡ª You want to watch the computer honey ?


    I nodded vigorously and just like that we moved to the computer. We would mostly watch some videos. I was stunned the first I saw the television, I mean we didn¡¯t have something like illusion magic expect for the soul magic so seeing thing not existing in your own living room like it was nothing was a big shock. Technology sure is amazing and useful. No more need to understand or imagine some strange expression or description wrote by and author, you could just watch everything as the author wanted it to be seen, even if it didn¡¯t exist in reality like the cartoons. I don¡¯t really know why but I was fascinated by them and spend a bit too much time in front of them. Maybe because I was a child ? I surprised myself acting childish and it was not a normal thing to me so the body probably had a big impact on the personality ? More than I would have though at least.


    Times passed by slowly, I was improving my reading with everything I could get my tiny hands on, watched the tv pretty often but I just couldn¡¯t resist ! And the rest of the time was spent with my mother while avoiding my father, except maybe my mother who discovered a new passion for tickling leaving me running around the house trying to escape her malefic fingers, even if couldn¡¯t stop laughing at the same time. Nothing was really interesting but at the same time so different from everything I knew and experienced so I enjoyed it. Days became weeks, weeks became months and soon it was the day of my second birthday.

 Chapter 4 : Cultivating for the first time

    I didn¡¯t really understand why we had to celebrate my birthday. I mean, I was literally one years older and that¡¯s it. We didn¡¯t even live in a dangerous zone to be happy to live one more year no we were just happy because one year passed, same thing with their strange party of the new year. But it¡¯s not because I didn¡¯t understand that I couldn¡¯t enjoy it. So I passed the day with my family, laughing and smiling all day. We had extra activities, played more games than usual. I think they wanted to do the same at my first birthday anniversary but couldn¡¯t because I was too little. I didn¡¯t even walk at that time after all, hard to come by with something interesting when the main character can¡¯t move or speak¡­


    Finally, after several hours of entertainment, I was put to sleep after a little story about some house made of sugars and candies which I though pretty dumb. It was not the least bit tough enough to survive the weather, even more so if it rained¡­ I get it that it was for the moral and everything but couldn¡¯t they came up with something at least a bit realistic ? I mean who in their right mind would try something like that to attract kids, scratch that, what kid in the world would adventure by themselves in the middle of a forest and think it would be a good idea to enter a strange and creepy house made of sugar ?


    But even so the story was entertaining, even if I only listened to it to know what absurd idea the author would come up next. And if i¡¯m honest, I also enjoyed it because I could cuddle happily in my mother arms.


    After the story ended, my mother left my room to let me sleep like usual. But tonight will not be like usual because I will start cultivating and slowly accumulate mana in my body to form the second circle. Normally speaking, one would need to form the first before the second but because I managed to link the both of them, the heavenly circuit of cultivation was equivalent to the first mage circle, so when I would have unlocked it, I will immediately became a first circle mage.


    So the first circle will be easy to get but I knew that the following one will not. I would need to form a complete new heavenly circuit parallel to the first one and when I formed it, I would need to open it like the first one to use it and if i¡¯m not wrong this step will became harder and harder every time. I kinda was hoping to stumble on some rare pills or herb to help me pass those bottleneck.


    So I started to cultivate on my bed with my legs crossed and I discovered a little problem. With a frown, I paid attention to the mana and primordial qi of Heaven and Earth for the first time since my arrival. I sensed them before so I paid no attention to them because I had no use of them. I knew they where there so it was sufficient for me. But I didn¡¯t even though of the possibility that both of them would be so scarce. The concentration of either of them was dozens if not hundreds of time stronger on my previous world !


    Well¡­ that explained why I didn¡¯t cross any mage or cultivator the rare time I saw someone. I was not stupid enough to think that there would not be any of them here but I was pretty sure that they hide themselves. I wasn¡¯t sure if I preferred that. At least if I knew who these people were, I would know their level and who to avoid but now I will have to guess and be careful. I don¡¯t think that there would be someone stronger than a Five circle mage or a Nascent soul cultivator, maybe someone would be able to cross the next stage with extraordinary background and several fortune encounter. I guess that is good for me because even if I have the same problem at finding ressources for both the mana and qi cultivation, I would have way more experience than them in everything.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    I tried to circulate the qi and mana using the my cultivation technique, rapidly freeing my heavenly circuit. The processus was more painful than I imagined. I was a stranger to the pain, even if I had a strong mental. I didn¡¯t hurt myself to much until know because I had a pretty good control over my body because even if controlling muscle was not the same as controlling a dead body, both were pretty close fundamentally, the latter probably more complicated than the first.


    I knew that I had to push trough and that it was normal so I just stubbornly continued. After a few hours, in the middle of the night, I succeed in unlocking and circulating for the first time a complete circle. I could feel my body becoming stronger and the mana more easier to manipulate. I was elated !


    After a few minutes of rejoicing, I started cultivating again. Directing the flow to strengthen my blood vessel and arteries without forgetting the other body fluid like the lymph. I could feel myself energized as if my blood was more efficient. I had chosen the type of cultivation that mainly focus on the body because I already had magic for the rest so my effort in cultivation were especially strong. I didn¡¯t know if it was because of the cultivation method or because of the breakthrough but I was not the least bit tired even if I was pretty sure that it was the breakthrough.


    The night passed quietly and I was eager to test a little of this brand new power. But I couldn¡¯t do that when my parents were awake and I will have to be quiet to not attract attention so I was not allowed to really try. Fortunately, I had already though a few test I could do in my room that wouldn¡¯t make too much noise. Nothing extravagant or precise, just enough to give me a general idea.


    About one hour before my mother wake up to drink her coffee, I stood from my bed and get up. I then grabbed my bed made of wood and tried to lift it up. I could feel all my body protest and was sure that if I continued I would cause some minor damage if I continued, I had yet to strengthen every part of my body and just unlocked the possibility to use more power without carrying for the consequences.


    But even if I used all my new strength without care for the damage, I wouldn¡¯t have been able to raise it more than a few centimeters. A bit disappointed, I rapidly scolded myself for my own greed. I had yet to truly cultivate, it was my first time, I was nothing but a baby and yet I wanted to be all powerful already¡­ laughable.


    After trying the bed, I went to the small desk in my room and tried the same experience with the chair. This time I succeeded without much problem even if it was a little painful. I was not sure of the weight of either but if I had to estimate it but if I had to I would estimate the chair to be around 3 or 4 kg and the bed around 20. So my strength was around 3 kg in average and I could go up to around 15 ? Maybe ?


    I tried some other things like the flexibility of my body or the speed I could hit. Unfortunately, I couldn¡¯t really try my running speed in a small room¡­ Even so, the results were a lot better than I expected them. My body had become so much more flexible, probably had something to do with the fact that I was a female and my speed was already pretty good if I had to say so. Sadly I had not good comparaison for it like I had for my strength.


    However I memorized everything I could to use it the next times. I would then be able to sense my inner enhancement without having to physically test everything like this time. I just need around four or five more measure and be done for it. Just enough to finish the Body tempering part.


    I was about to begin my magic tests when I heard a door open. I checked the time with the stars, not having a clock in my room yet, I was astonished to see that more than one hour already passed. The following tests would have to wait. I immediately jumped into my bed the more silently I could and try to fall asleep. My mother would come in two hours to wake me up and I didn¡¯t want her to suspect something. I was after all a pretty bad actor, I could lie without much problem but my acting skills were severely lacking, maybe because of a lack of social interactions ? Don¡¯t know¡­

 Chapter 5 : Magic and glasses

    The next night I waited for mother to fall asleep before getting up. I still had to try my magical possibilities as a human of the first circle. Standing in the middle of my room, I try to invoke the ice to me and my hand suddenly was filled with mana. I lifted it at eyes level to see my right hand taking a withe-blue color slowly. Slow trace of icy steam could be seen around it. I was satisfied with what I saw, I had no more trouble in controlling the ice than before which was pretty surprising because I was not a lich anymore. So part of my soul transferring still keep part of my abilities, notably my affinities and not just the memories.


    So my affinity with the ice was the same so I could reasonably assume that at least my affinities were at the same level than before if not higher. I was particularly curious about the life and light affinities. The possibility to learn, control, experiment with brand new magic was appealing. I try to invoke fire with my left hand and found a little resistance but not as much as before. Not really surprising because a lich is still vulnerable to fire more than anything except light and life which were deadly. I tried with the rock magic I knew and it was the same as before. Normally speaking, rock magic was excessively rare. Not because it was powerful or the affinity rare but the opposite. Most mage using rock magic were earth mage. But to manipulate earth magic you needed to use life magic, not really a problem for every races safe the undead and most of the sentient undead being just didn¡¯t care for a magic that was inferior in almost everything to the ice magic, so why bother ?


    But I was scholar so i studied it and mastered it even. But know I had life magic available and with both earth magic, meaning all rock magic will be more powerful and less mana costly plus the fact that it could help control most of the plants and some bugs. While it could also be use as suggestion to other living being, giving a sense of either security or danger, to be taken as prey danger impression, it remain as a suggestion and not really something of real control.


    I next tried lighting magic and while the light made by the tiny ball of sparks was not bright enough to cause problem, the sound created by the friction between the air and the sparks was. I rapidly stopped and focused all my attention on my hearing to see if I had woken up someone. Luckily I hadn¡¯t, I think, I was confident enough in my new ears but that opened a new problem. I couldn¡¯t test everything here. Even if I excluded some magic because of the sound it produced, other were simply impossible to try indoor without big exposure, like death magic. It rotten everything even the air at some point so how was I supposed to try it. While I was pondering this problem I was at the same time trying other magic.


    From what I test it remain globally the same as before my rebirth. Some were slightly more powerful but no as the leap I gained with the fire affinity. I hadn¡¯t try the light and life magic because I hadn¡¯t trained them before. Not that I didn¡¯t know how to use them, I had after all learned everything I could about them and their usages, but I didn¡¯t have control over them. You might know how to cook in theory, when you try it for the first time, burn or uncooked food is not surprising.


    I finally came to the decision that I needed to go somewhere outside to do this. We didn¡¯t have a cave and the garden was way too exposed for that. I decided after tens of minutes of self-deliberation that it was not really that important right now. Everything I tested was so far pretty much even in raw power, depending on the affinity. The only draw back was light magic because even if life magic was very versatile, it needed a higher raw power than I could use to be somewhat useful in anything relevant. I could probably accelerate the grow rate of a flower but that was it. Maybe heal a little myself if I got hit or cut but even then it would be barely noticeable.


    But light magic was not the same. Light had many usages. The two commonly used are for healing and for illuminate. The healing part will have the same problem that the life magic but not the latter. I could use it to see in the dark or to read at night without having to switch the light on at the opposite of the room. It could be use as distraction of some sort way more subtle than a big fire like some sort of illusion but not affection the mind. It would be closer to an optical illusion like in the desert. Not all of this could be use at the first circle, the last point couldn¡¯t for example but most of them could because it draw very little in raw power. Well at higher level you could use the same illuminate spell to blind your opponent which I could not right now but that was just the raw mana injected in the spell.


    I will have to find a moment during the day to test light magic, it would be less likely to attract unwanted attention.


    All of this finished, I returned to my bed and sleep until the morning. When mother woke me up in the morning, I saw her frowning and sniffing. Apparently some of my tests left a lingering sent, I was not really sure which one. Lightning was the most powerful in that aspect, leaving an heaving sent of ozone in the air but I didn¡¯t use it long enough to get anything remotely detectable after so many hours. It was not fire ou ice, ice because it didn¡¯t have any sent and fire because the it didn¡¯t produce any smoke of some sort. It just burned mana which was odorless. Maybe rock magic ? Probably, I didn¡¯t see anything else capable of changing the sent enough and at the same time still lingering.


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    Three years passed and nothing really changed. I cultivated when I had time and I successfully attained the bone tempering. I was five years old and as strong as a healthy adult if I used all my strength but my muscle would be injured.


    I had been upset and disappointed when I learned that I could not go to creche. Not because I wanted to avoid my mother or anything but because I was eager to see more of this world, to meet other people even if only children. I knew that I would probably not be anything popular or anything, I was too cold for that, but even so¡­ Well at least I would be going to school normally next year. I would be supposed to learn to read and calculate.


    I already knew to do both so I was in front of a choice. I could either display my reading capability and skip two or three class or I could play low and fake I couldn¡¯t. Both had pro and con. The main pro to do that would be that I would be in a class with older children and older children would mean more mature and educated children but at the same time I would be a lot younger than them which would outcast me even more than if I was at the same age. I wanted to go to school to make some friend so the con was too big.


    The only problem left were my eyes and hair. While my hair could be both a pro and con, it could increase the curiosity or produce either jealousy. I was proud of my hairs, I loved them. They were both natural and exotic. The color was so strange that it attracted the eyes but not flashy enough to cause problem.


    But that could not be said of my eyes. Pitch black without an ounce of color in them. They were pretty scary I had to admit. That was why we were actually outside for shopping with mother. Not my first time shopping but I still thought it was strange. There was so many different model, color, texture, labels, quality, etc. and that was just for the clothes¡­ This industrial era was overwhelming but I could see the advantage of it. But today we were not here to buy clothes.


    I was wearing my blindfold to not attract to much attention and we were here to buy some sort of glasses for my beginning in school. We didn¡¯t buy them before because they were apparently to expensive for the rare exiting we had and I was growing to fast for the expense to be made. But I would need them for school, I couldn¡¯t really go at school with a blindfold to learn to read after all¡­


    We entered a shop I had never been before and my mother asked for some help.


    ¡ª Hello, I¡¯m Jack, how can I help you ?


    ¡ª Hello, I need new glasses for my daughter here.


    She pulled me by the arm and I saw the man put a surprised face. I didn¡¯t really see it, I used my spiritual vision. It¡¯s range had increased to a little more than 2 meter now.


    ¡ª Do you want glasses for blind ?


    ¡ª No, my daughter can see very well, probably better than me.


    The confusion on his face only increased, I could see that he didn¡¯t understand what was happening here and I could not really blame him for that¡­ How many people would go buy glasses with blindfold and perfect vision¡­ I suppressed a chuckle at the though and waited for the following.


    ¡ª My daughter has some unique characteristic about her eyes that are¡­ well pretty disturbing and we need something to mask them. She will begin school next year. So I need glasses without any correction that could be used indoor, by cloudy or rainy weather and that would completely hide her eyes.


    ¡ª What you are asking is pretty unique and I don¡¯t it in stock. But could I ask to see your daughter eyes to have a better idea of what we are talking ?


    I saw my mother hesitate and I squeezed her hand and she relaxed even so slightly.


    ¡ª I would need to take measure in all case and take off the blindfold for that, he insisted.


    ¡ª Ok but I warned you. Honey, you can take it off.


    I put took the blind but keep my eyes closed for now and faced the man. I asked him one last time.


    ¡ª Ready ?


    ¡ª Yes


    I opened my eyes and I saw him take a step back. I could see fear and fascination in his eyes. The fear rapidly reduced and curiosity took place. I was pretty sure that all our warnings had made this possible. He was still afraid, I could sense it but he controlled it but I was sure that if I just walked in and looked at him, he would be running by now.


    ¡ª I can see why you would want to hide them. You have some pretty unique features little girl.


    I tried to play the shy girl by hiding behind my mother and I get some decent result when I saw him laugh lightly. He then turned to my mother and asked several other things about the glasses I would have.


    After that he took us inside and begin to measure my face and my eyes. I put back my blindfold when we finished and made our way to the checkout. My glasses would apparently cost near 450 dollar. I didn¡¯t how if it was much but seeing the face mother had when she heard the price, it was no small amount. Mother then took some paper and handed them to the man. Another thing that greatly surprised me. They used paper as main currency. I get it¡¯s smaller, lighter and easier to transport but wouldn¡¯t it be too easy to replicate ? I mean paper is used everywhere so it¡¯s not some rare commodity or anything. I think they had some mean to prevent that even if I didn¡¯t what it was. Maybe some hidden magician of the government ? I had so doubt about it but it was my best guest to the moment.


    Two weeks after I had my first pair of glasses. They were pitch black when looking from the outside but I could see clearly when I put them on, only a slightly darker than without. Apparently even when looking by the side, my eyes were hard to see, I didn¡¯t really get why but he told us something about shadow and reflexion, I didn¡¯t understand most of it, sadly.


    And just like that I was ready for my first day at school which would be in less than a year, we just had to go to some specialist of the eyes to get a medical prescription to use my eyes in class. I did¡¯t get why we would go to the specialist after buying the glasses, I mean it¡¯s like counting our chicken before they hatched, kind of, maybe in reverse ?


    Anyway, we had an appointment next week.

 Chapter 6 : First day at school

    I wake up full of energy. Today is my first day at school !


    I began to prepare myself, putting on the uniform mother had prepared for me, eat my breakfast while mother drink her coffee. My father is still sleeping.


    "Nervous ? asked my mom."


    "A little, I replied with my childish little voice."


    And it was truth, I was nervous. I was full of enthusiasm and optimism but I couldn¡¯t stop myself from doubting at the same time. Will I be able to make new friend ? Will I stand too much ? How do I have to interact with everyone ? What happen when I make a mistake ? What if I scare the others with my looks ? I read that more than 70 % of the communication was non-verbal but will I be able to read these signs ? I was pretty outcast while I was a lich and my behavior and personality had been forged into something cold and I could become violent fast if I didn¡¯t get what I wanted at that time. It¡¯s better know with mother and this new body but I still feel the pull toward it sometimes.


    Then even if all was good at the beginning, there was the question of the integration. Will I be able to integrate myself with the other ? I thought I could because I was a child myself and a part of my mind process was affected by it. Nonetheless I was a undead of more than 500 years old at the core without even mentioning my own knowledge and wisdom. All this will influence who I am and how the other perceive me.


    Even so, I will do my best to make friends while staying true to myself. I was eager to depart. Mother will come with me today because it was the first day but after I will have to go and come back by myself. The school was not too far and I could go at feet without much problem. I don¡¯t know the distance but we tried with mother one time before and we needed around fifteen-twenty minutes to get there while walking quietly. So if I pushed my speed to maximum I would need around five minute probably ? or ten if I use just enough speed to not injure myself. I was optimist to break trough to the next stage within a few months. And if nothing went wrong I will step into the Martial artist stage before my eight year. I was not too sure about the second circle but it will probably be before that ? Around seven year I suspect.


    Twenty minutes later we were outside on our way to school. I was entering first year in primary school. The educational system was separated in three. Six years of primary school from six years old to twelve. Six years of secondary school to eighteen years old and finally the higher education with college. Schooling was mandatory until eighteen years old. I couldn¡¯t understand why because you lost a lot of years into things you would not do and you could have learned better if you were taken as apprentice somewhere but I learned that there was no more apprenticeship like we had in my old world. Maybe I was biased but I really couldn¡¯t understand why this way was better. It didn¡¯t even provide better chance for the poor because their were difference between the level of education provided by different schools. I get that education was important but I found that they used to much time for what they call general knowledge which most adult forgot if I searched correctly¡­ Really depressing.


    Whatever¡­ I was not here to comment or change what I found absurd in this world because if so I would probably die of old age before I succeeded¡­ and I planned to become an immortal¡­


    We arrived at school in advance and I began to take my surrounding. I had come before but never had I actually enter the school so everything was new. We were currently in so sort of playground crowded by many schoolchildren and theirs parents for the younger. I imagine that the one with parents were those that entered in first year like me. I began to look around, watching everyone conduct and interactions. Well¡­ it was overwhelming and I was so glad to have mother to rely on right now. Yep for the first time I really used my mother as a pillar, me, a being at least twenty time older than her. The though made me blush but what could I do ? This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    A bell rang announcing it was the start of school. I looked one last time at my mother and walked with the group of first year. Looking around I saw that everyone was lined up in what seemed the year and class. Everyone except our group was in front of one teacher silently waiting instruction. Everything was so orderly.


    I waited nervously with the others toddlers while one class at a time entered the school, the children still in line.


    "Hello, I¡¯m Mr. Parker and your new teacher for this year. I hope we can get along well. Now follow me and I will show you our class."


    We followed calmly but with little noise. A lot of children were discussing and I wanted to join one group but I just didn¡¯t know how. I couldn¡¯t just walk in, could I ? Or maybe I could ? It was so frustrating ! I began to ressent a little mother for preventing me to go to preschool. Signing, I just followed the teacher within the group while at the same time feeling outcast.


    After some corridor and turns, we walked in a large room with enough desk for all of us. We were not a lot, maybe 25 ? I began to count and we were in fact 22.


    "Please take a seat everyone, I will explain everything now"


    All of us were sitting in less than five minutes and I was strangely relieved, like I finally took place in this class.


    "First I will welcome everyone of you for this first year at Silvermist School. Like I told you, I¡¯m Mr. Parker and I¡¯m 32 and will be your teacher this year. This classroom is where we will pass all our time except during the breaks."


    "There will be one break at 10h00 of 15 minutes in the little yard you can see through the windows"


    I turned my attention into the yard and it was square of concrete with some games nailed into the ground. There was also two goals on either side of the it to play football.


    " One big break at 12h00 for dinner, I will escort you to the canteen to eat. You can either bring something to eat from home or buy from the school with your tag."


    He then showed us some round piece of plastic. I guess that is the tag he just talked about, I probably work like a bank card but only usable at the canteen.


    "We will eat for 30 minutes after everyone is seated before coming back here where you can play outside for another one hour."


    "And the last break will be at 15h00 for only 10 minutes. I know that you don¡¯t know how to read a clock yet but that will not be a problem because I will call you every time."


    "For the class arrangement I will choose your seat myself."


    The class began to stir and protest a little but the teacher directly lifted his arm to invoke silence.


    "It is my decision but we will change seat every report so you will not stay at the same place all year."


    "Finally, I will ask you everyday to bring the material of the next day, so you don¡¯t have to take everything. I will now distribute the class diary to everyone. I will write every time if there is a homework to do so that you parents can help you check."


    The first two hours passed like that, Mr. Parken explaining the rules, the tasks, etc. I didn¡¯t know if it was really the best way to begin the year. I mean we are children, rules so strict are definitively something we are not used to and he didn¡¯t seem too child friendly to me either. I don¡¯t know, I had the idea that a teacher will be closer to a mentor and a friend. Right now my impression was far from that, cold and professional, like we were some kind of materials to be shaped under his tutelage. All in all my first impression was not really good.


    At 10h00, he announced that the first break will begin and opened a little door leading to the yard. There was two doors in the classroom, one leading to the yard outside for our breaks, and the second was the one that lead to the rest of the school and by which we entered.


    And again I didn¡¯t know what to do. I followed the other kids who were screaming with enthusiasm and exploring this new territory. Just when I begin to wonder what I was supposed to do, I heard, "Why do you wear these glasses ?"

 Chapter 7 : First friends

    I turned in the direction of the voice and saw a cute little blonde girl. I was surprise by the color of her eyes, a strange but beautiful grey.


    "I have a problem with my eyes and I have to always wear them. It¡¯s the doctor who said that."


    "Does it hurt ?"


    I didn¡¯t know how to respond to that. I didn¡¯t like to lie, especially to the first person who actually talked to me but I guess I didn¡¯t have a choice, unfortunately, so I just nodded.


    Just like that, the two of us began to chat happily. I learned that she was named Samantha and that she lived not too far from my house and I was happy. I just made my first friend ever !


    We went to play after that. I didn¡¯t found the game particularly interesting but I enjoyed the sense of sharing and the joy I could see on her face. Thanks to her, I get to know a few other toddlers, the one we were playing with but I didn¡¯t have the same sense of closeness. I know it¡¯s strange, I had known her what ? One minute more than the others ? Even so I felt much closer to her than the others, probably because she was the one who came toward me and I could see that even after that she made effort to include me in the group. The teacher whistled loudly and we all returned in class but this time I had a big smile on my face.


    "I will now assign your new seat to everyone. I will call you and point your seat"


    Every seat was coupled. So there were in fact two desk per seat. I was currently next to a boy I didn¡¯t know and we hadn¡¯t talked. Previously he was already talking with the boys on next line, not paying me any attention, even if he did look at me curiously because of my glasses.


    "Sofia, here."


    "Jonathan, there."


    "Samuelle, there."


    ¡­.


    "Samantha, here"


    I looked up to see where she would be seated. Third row and second line, almost next to the window. I hoped to be next to the window because even if there was concrete everywhere, I would be able to see the weather or the sky, clouded or not, and I loved to pass time watching either of them but I was hoping more to be close to Samantha.


    "Lucia, there."


    And I froze for a second, the next one I was eagerly running to my place with a big smile, at the third row first line, next to the window and at the same time next to Samantha. I didn¡¯t really believed in fate but I couldn¡¯t stop myself grinning at the coincidence.


    I sat down and turned myself to Samantha who did the same. We began to whisper happily, waiting for the teacher to finish his assignment. This type of chatter was something new for me and I had to confess pretty frightening because I didn¡¯t have the mentality of a six year old girl but fortunately I didn¡¯t really have to respond a lot, the blonde doing most of the talking.


    At dinner we ate together before went to play with the others kids. There was a lot of different game, some stranger than other, but I was happy. Having friends was such a pleasant feeling and I had longed for it much stronger than I had thought.


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    Two mounts passed by and November arrived. Our little group was formed of three people, me, Samantha and Scott. Scott was a boy we got the habit to play with during the breaks. He was pretty joyful, even compared with the others kids, so we had pretty good time together. I was somewhat the oddity of the group, if not of the enter class. I mean I have strange hairs, always wear mysterious glasses and even my behavior is somewhat strange. I¡¯m more calm than most kids, some might think it was shyness and they would not be entirely wrong but not totally right either but whatever the reason is, I¡¯m more introvert and silent than the other kid.


    "Lucia, would you like to drink something ?"


    That was Samantha¡¯s mother, Miriame. I was at Samantha¡¯s house with Scott. It¡¯s the first time I was invented here and I was excited. I was not the only one, we spend the entire day talking about what we would do after school, to the point that we were scolded multiple time by the teacher. The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    "Can I have a glass of water please ?"


    "Sure, and you Scott ?"


    "I would also like a glass of water please. "


    After school, we directly came here and are currently taking some brunch while talking animatedly. Well¡­ more like Samantha and Scott talked and I listened and grinned happily while putting  some comments occasionally.


    After our brunch we went into the living room and begin to do our homework. Everything went merrily, I was pretending to have some difficulties, doing them only slightly faster than Scott but slower than Samantha. Scott could be viewed as the average boy in the class and as I wanted to score just above average it was a good target for me. Samantha was at the top of the class, I don¡¯t know if she was the first but top three was easy for her. Scott sometime ask for help and we would then answer him but I never asked for help because I knew I would screw up and expose myself pretty rapidly if I did it. Because of that I passed for someone stubborn in this aspect, not that I really cared and I was pretty stubborn so it was not like they were wrong. Furthermore I was already tagged weirdo so a card stupidly stubborn in addition to the others wasn¡¯t going to change anything. Samantha would ask for help from time to time and I would do my best to help her without being to obvious, providing more of a direction of thinking than an answer.


    Maybe I was paranoid, much to cautious but I was not strong enough to risk it. I could probably overpower most adult but anyone with the least bit of martial or military training could crush me. Even the school guards could probably beat me¡­ But that was if I didn¡¯t use magic. During those years my free time was divided equally between cultivating, training life and light magic or searching on the net about pretty much anything, doing whatever was more convenient at the moment resulting in cultivating taking most of the time at night and doing others too if I could find time alone during the day.


    I had some result, steadily progress in both magic and my control over them becoming pretty correct. The other result was in cultivation. I could now cultivate while lying in bed. It was not as effective as if I cultivated with the traditional cross-legged position but so much more confortable and discret. I ended using it most of the time, improving it slightly.


    We finished just before six p.m, not really a problem for me because I was having a sleepover. Yes my first visit is a sleepover. Pretty scary. I was a little afraid because of my glasses. I couldn¡¯t sleep with them on so I would have to take the off before sleeping and be very careful. I had discussed about it with mother and she was not over joyous about me having a sleepover but for some reasons she accepted. I didn¡¯t understand. She didn¡¯t want to but she accepted¡­ Why do something, or accept in this case, that you judge bad ? And it was not like I insisted or anything, I just told her that I wanted and I would be exited if I could. Humans can be so contradictory sometimes ¡­ I was adapting pretty good at my new situation as a human girl but I still had trouble every once in a while. I didn¡¯t view myself as a human yet but I would soon, I could feel my mind changing little by little, a very strange experience, sensing your own mind changing.


    Just when we were about to play in Samantha¡¯s room we heard the doorbell. I looked at Scott and saw his face fall. It was probably his parents and he didn¡¯t want to go which was not surprising. We barely did anything beside studying, even if we did spend a lot of time laughing and playing while studying. We went to the front door and it was as expected his father. They looked very alike, both with brown hair and green eyes. I remarked that their nose had almost the same form. I loved to observe my surrounding and try to catch every details. I was pretty good at this when not distracted or focused on something. Sadly I was most of my time either lost in my though or paying attention to something, most of the time whatever game or conversation we had with the others children.


    "¡­ hope that he didn¡¯t bother too much."


    "Oh no, they were pretty sweet. Honey, did you all finished your homework ?"


    "Yes, mom but we just finished. Can we go to play a little before he had to go ?"


    "I¡¯m not sure honey, they probably have other things to do. You¡¯ll have to ask his father."


    We all looked at him with puppy eyes, Scott and Samantha mainly and I just observed him curiously. He looked at us with a sad face.


    "Sorry guys, but today is not possible. Next time you will have more time."


    Scott pouted but didn¡¯t say anything. Apparently he already knew his father would respond this way. However his pouting face rapidly became playful again after he said goodbye and promised we would see each other on Monday. I didn¡¯t really understand how he could always be so joyous but I wouldn¡¯t complain. It was much better this way after all.


    "Okay girls, you can go to play in Samantha¡¯s room. I already prepared your bed Lucia. I will call you when supper is ready."


    "Let¡¯s go  Lucia !"


    Samantha then took my hand and eagerly pulled me  upstair.