Y/N (Character, not actually you) X Jake From Statefarm/Jake Paul

Chapter Twelve

While it's true you don't quite remember every detail of your previous life, you still remember bits and pieces. The two Jakes, the wizard, your rule, important things like that. You're pretty sure you've pinned down the two Jakes new lives. They ended up in peaceful families. 

You were shocked, though, when you found out some things about your new teacher. He, too, drank that potion to make him immortal. The one difference is, the snail was like a pet to him. It would never get close enough to kill him, but he kept it close enough.

While your last life was spent creating chaos, you intended to create peace in this new one. At first, you'd seen the best option for this to be to learn under the wizard, but soon you found out even heroes have darker intentions.

The wizard, while ruling the kingdom you once built off of, wanted more, similar to yourself. The wizard was close to getting it all, to. You didn't know what to do. If you really wanted to help, you'd need more people, but how would you explain it all? Go up to people and explain that you were once a violent ruler from the past who just wanted power and that you were reborn and know information about the current ruler? Yeah, no. 

It's scary. By secluding yourself to focus on this peaceful world, you didn't make friends, only pushed others away. The only people you even know the names of are the Jakes, one of which no longer shares that name. Surprisingly, Jake From State Farm kept his name, somehow. Jake Paul's name in this life is Make Faul. You knew so much about them both, but nothing at the same time. They knew nothing about you.

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Here you sit, in your room inside the castle. You have a decent view to the outside, views of the garden below, and the town beyond it. Many books are sprawled around on the desk, open to pages among pages of spells, potions, and more. Among these books is a history book. One of the newer ones they sold in a nearby store. Sixty years ago. It didn't feel like it'd been sixty years. You had died sixty years ago. Everyone you knew then had died or retired. You didn't surround yourself with anyone much younger then you, and had you not died, you'd likely be around eighty to ninety.

In that sixty years, you'd seen people come and go from the palace, both in search for purpose, and search for home. Among these many people, you'd seen few who'd challenged the wizard. None of them winning, obviously, but it was still bold of them to try. Just shows how powerful the wizard truly is. Sometimes you wonder if he knows who you once were. If he were so powerful, he surely did by now, right? It could be the reason he took you in in the first place. Or, he could just be a idiot. Either way, you'd take the training and the place to stay. The food here was nice, too. 

You couldn't help but wonder, along with the idea of him knowing your identity, whether he'd turn on you one day, and if so, when? Would he wait until you're ready, or strike while you still don't know enough? Sadly, I can't answer that. No one can.

Not yet, that is.