one year old.
Some time passed. Around a year since that day and I have discovered that the man named Theo is my father, and the woman named Careen was my mother.
It would seem that I am now in the body of a baby. When I first realized this I panicked.
Did I actually die?
What about my friends? My family?
There was so many things I still wanted to do, and now . . . Now I would never be able to do any of it.
It was all so crazy that I actually managed to convince myself it was a dream. But . . . as the days went on, I soon realized that this was now my life.
Best make use of it.
I also found out that we live in the slums. And the worst part of them is that.
My father brings me with him everywhere, seeing as I'm too young to be left alone, and that it's dangerous in the slums for a baby.
And so, each day he'll tie me to his back with a strip of cloth. Then we venture off to the commoners market where he would pickpocket what he could to earn the days' keep.
Sometimes he stays home and takes a day off, but only if we had enough money saved in order to support us. And sometimes, he would gamble with others of the slums, or in a tavern.
When I was old enough to walk, he let me follow him for a short while until I got tired. Then he would tie me up again or let me ride on his shoulders
We usually 'worked' for two thirds of a day.
Theo's a very good thief, only having to run about once in a month.
We would head back home when the sun was about three or four hours from setting, and he would talk to me about random things.
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A kinda cliche reincarnation story
Fantasya kinda cliche story of how a normal boy died tragically, and opened his eyes to a world of magic. there will be bxb and other lgbtq+ things, so if your against it, i suggest you go. I started this story thinking it would be cliche and stuff, and...
