A kinda cliche reincarnation story

chapter 4

five years old.

As it turns out, Theo was born a commoner boy. So he could read, write, and was well educated for someone in the slums. This also meant he had better speech, too.

But when his parents both died, he was left on the streets. Eventually making his home here in the slums.

He met my mother here as well, he told me. When they were both just kids. They grew up together, side by side. They fell in love young, and well, here I am.

By the time I was three, I could use slightly more magic than most toddlers, but not so much so as to make me stand out. I could pickpocket fairly well for a kid. And Theo started to teach me how to fight as well, a necessity if you were to survive in the slums. he even started to teach me to gamble.

But he still brought me along every day to the market.

By the time I was five I could steal almost anything. And I could fight well. My magic was doing well too. i could also gamble surprisingly well.

At first, I was hesitant to steal, but I soon realized that I had to in order to survive. And so, to save my guilt, I only steal from stuck up brats. If there are no stuck up brats, I steal from people who look like they can survive without it.

Around this time, Theo decided that I could start staying in the slums, while he went into the market, or occasionally he'd let me follow him and try my hand at it.

I had already told Theo about how I had been reincarnated by then, though I'm not sure whether he believed me, or thought it was just some childish fantasy at first. 

But, he slowly came to trust me on it as I showed him that I could do math, as well as write. If horribly with the new body. But the fact that I could was enough for him, because I had only ever seen any form of letters in the commoners market, on signs and such.

I still think about my life on earth, a lot actually. But not nearly as much as I used to.

I wonder about how the earth itself was doing, with climate change and all that.

I wonder what my family thought when I died.

I wonder about my friends, how well they coped. 

I wonder about a lot of things.

But I don't think I'll ever get an answer to any of those questions.