Reincarnation is seriously a weird thing.
Not the concept actually, people have preached about reincarnation since like, the beginning of time. No, it's the feeling I'm talking about.
But that's all I'm willing to say.
Why, you ask?
Fie, you ignorant fools, the young ones call it PTSD.
After that, a few more *cough* events followed. But I assure you, my dignity remained intact throughout the whole process. I only did what I could do with my rights. Not mental, but physical rights.
After all, as they say in Old English,
Thy art a sire of dignite.
Wait, is that even right?
It was finally a relief when my mother put me to sleep though, I'll admit that. Nothing like a nice, long sleep to beat trauma.
Oh, and yes, my mother. She had black hair, a defined jawline, a light complexion and she wore no makeup, because her natural looks were that stunning. In general, she was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. The kind of beautiful that made me suspicious at once.
I've seen a lot of bad shit in my last life, and I know when something's real and when it's not. And she was neither. See, humans are imperfect. All of them. No exceptions, me included. They all have one certain flaw that's their greatest weakness. People love humans when they learn to love that flaw, that's when true chemistry occurs.
I'm not saying it's bad though, seriously I'm not. After all, 'Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring...' But my mother was perfect. Which told me she was not human.
Ok, please don't be a killer zombie, or a hag, or a banshee, or a werewolf. Above all, PLEASE DON'T BE TRANS.
Please don't.
Well, whatever she is, she does love me. Or at least I think she does, and she isn't fattening me up so she can sacrifice me to some psychopath as a member of his crazy cult.
Take my first biological morning, for example. The sun was already high in the sky when I woke up, which confirmed my suspicions about true trauma the night before, and need for sleep to recover. There was a sound in the room behind me, and the door opened which I saw through the bars of my prison.
Take me out of this prison, woman!, I tried to tell her, but all that came out my mouth was, 'goo-goo'.
So much for dignity.
'Awww, aren't you a sweet little thing?' she cooed as she picked me up.
Thank you!, I told her. Okay, bucket list, be left alone in a cot with prison bars, check. I now understand why babies cry so much. All babies in this world, and in the last, you have my sympathy.
How do you even know they're different?
I don't. Or at least I follow my instincts, which lead me nowhere in my last life.
' My little Kai,' she whispered to me as we went downstairs.
Kai. Yeah. Cool. If that's my name, I'll definitely say this though, I lucked out in the name section in this life. Please let it not be a nickname.
**
2 YEARS LATER
Being a baby is just about as simple as it could get.
You sleep, you drink and you shit.
Oh, and you cry. Don't forget the crying. If you don't cry, they'll probably throw out of the window because you're not normal and think you're a devil spawn.
Probably.
Luckily, that never happened to me, as I know how to play my part well. Heh heh. As I'm now 2, let's clear up some 'misconceptions'.
First of all, we don't talk about my, erm, method of nutrition during my first six months of biological existence in this world.
We don't. Especially not about what I used to do to make my life more interesting.(put emphasis on the word 'used')
Secondly, it turns out I remember everything from my last life. Plus I retained my photographic memory. At first, whenever I tried to recall somethng, I would fall asleep with all my energy exerted. My brain was probably too small to do any of that shit.
Now, however, I remember everything for just about as long as I've existed, in both lives. And in between. And, well, we don't talk about that.
And thirdly, and most importantly, it turns out that this isn't a supernatural free world, either. This is fucking Percy Jackson. With more fucking trauma down the line for me.
I didn't actually find that out in one day, nah that's be too much suprise for me. It was gradual.
My mom used to-
Oh yeah, my mom. Her name is Medea, the witch of betrayal.
Yes ,that one. The one who killed her own kids. The one who helped Jason fanum tax the Colchis and later got cheated on by another princess.
Let's not forget that she was also the sorceress who killed her own brother and sons. Still, I feel kinda bad for her. Was it karma that made Jason leave her?
But, despite all myths portraying her as a evil old witch, she's always been nice to me. And considering we're the only two who live in this house, well she's never really bad. Sure she has her moments, but doesn't everyone? She gives me threats all the time, but her bark is a lot, lot, lot worse than her bite.
Where were we again? I'm getting distracted a lot these days, though you can't really blame me, I have ADHD.
Yeah, the myths which are not so mythic. My mom always used to tell me stories about Zeus and Kronos and Hades and all those shitheads who can't keep a stable relationship because they're too busy fucking better looking mortals.
Like bro, your wife can literally change her form, why don't you the deed with her instead?
Well, I knew I was a demigod, but Mother confirmed it one day when we were walking outside. Our entire garden is surrounded by these weird letters, like some ancient script. I know it's not Ancient Greek, because I can't read it. It's not Spanish French, German or Sanskrit, because I know how to read those,too.
'Mama what's that?' I asked her pointing at the letters.
She smiled at me because of my baby voice. ARGHHH! I'm supposed to be dominating and towering and cold and, and how am I supposed to do that with this voice?
' That, my little Kree, are Sigils of Colchis," she said the last word like it left a bad taste on her mouth. " They're Sigils of my own magic. What'd I tell you about Sigils?"
" We're supposed to be having fun."
" Kai. "
" Ugh, fine. Magic can be concentrated through Sigils, which are traces of magic, they help us convert our mana to spells, everybody's magic is different so their Sigils are different, and yours are the Sigils of Colchis, blah blah blah," I reluctantly responded, annoyed that I was having to yap about this shit.
She arched an eyebrow, but said nothing.
Speaking of which, my real name is Kriares Webb, and Kai is just a nickname. Dammit! Mom calls me Lil Kree, for some reason.
We walked for a while silently, before I asked something that'd been bothering me for a while.
" Mom, who's my dad?"
Her face instantly flushed, and she lost her signature smile, looking at me like she couldn't believe I just asked her that question.
"Umm,well..." She was clearly lost for words.
" Mom I know he's a God, but which one?" I pressed.
She thought for a while. I mean, literally THOUGHT. Woman, you're a witch with 3000 years of experience, and you don't know who got you pregnant? Like, what bro?
" I'll tell you when you're three years old," she decided on an impulse.
"Why?"
"It'll be more magical." she waved her hands, like she expected sparkles to manifest in front of her any second.
I deadpanned at her. " You of all people, believe in fairy tales?"
" I do not believe in fairy tales!" She retorted defensively.
" Oh yeah? Then why do you have a unicorn in your room?"
" Hey, watch your mouth, Casey is a guy! And unicorns aren't girly, they're cool!"
What?
Seriously, what did I just hear?
" Maybe you should paint your whole room pink then!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
***
30 NOVEMBER, 1996
It was a dark, starry night, and I was waiting in the living room. Mom was still taking a shower, and it was like 6 minutes before my 3rd birthday.
Like vro, hurry up!
I NEED to know!
Why does she take a bath at midnight anyway?
"I'm baack~~"
" Took you long enough," I said dryly.
" Oh come on, it's not fun having a shower if it's not 20 minutes long~"
I sighed. It was not use arguing with her. " Who's my dad?"
" Straight to the point, eh mate?"
" You have a TERRIBLE British accent "
***
" What are we doing?"
" Both of us were sitting facing each other with crossed ,legs on the kitchen floor. Technically, we were sitting in a circle with the Sigils of Colchis as the circumference, but that didn't make it any less weird, especially considering she was hooded and I couldn't say her face.
Making her look creepier.
" You do know we'll be invoking a god's name right?" She lit a flame between us, singeing my legs.
" What was that for?" I yelped, backing up and rubbing my legs.
" She threw some black stuff into fire, making it road louder. " To guarantee we both don't die if we, some other gods get, well, jealous."
Jealous?
Who the fuck- Oh yeah I know. I'm so handsome and cute that all the other gods want to have a son like me.
That's the reason, right?
"Kriares Webb, your mother is me, Medea, Princess of Colchis, Priestess of Hecate,"
I waited.
" And your father is..."
Please don't be Rapist Bolt, please don't be Rapist Bolt, I prayed. Wait, who am I even praying to? My father? What if Zeus is my father? Oh yeah, that'll totally ensure me a ripe old life. Its like- 'Yo man! You may be my father, but you ain't my daddy. Never claim me in the future, geddit? And btw, thanks for the lightning powers. I'm bouta be the next Barry Allen with that shit.'
" The Rich One, The Master of the Furies,"
Wait, what?
"The King of the Dead, The Unseen One,"
Fucking hell, my dad's-
"Hades."
[Ding! System activated!]
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