An Average Reincarnation

The Beginning

I heard unfamiliar noises, a woman with blonde hair was cradling me while speaking soft tones in a strange language. A young man comforting her and taking glances at me.

"Averisti? Ivantiori hashen ilinor." I heard her mutter.

Strange, this isn't where I was supposed to be, I was supposed to...

I can't... remember. I should be able to remember something, something important to me, but I couldn't. I was then hit with an overwhelming urge to cry, so I did.

The faces of the young couple softened and broke into a smile, it appears this made them happy.

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The days went by with a blur, every time I tried to string more than a few thoughts together I felt a strong pain in my head and cried, and every time someone came and cradled me in their arms and rocked me gently. Most of the time it was a brown-haired woman in a uniform, but I sometimes saw the blonde-haired lady from the first time, and very rarely an older blonde woman with an extremely stern look on her face.

I've worked out a few things from my efforts, however.

1. I was reincarnated I believe; however, I could not dig up any memories of my past life, just various bits of knowledge that were ingrained in me.

2. The couple I first saw were my parents; the uniformed ladies were the maids, and the old lady was my grandmother.

It seemed I was unable to keep more memories within my brain, as I would soon forget information the next day, it was a strange dream-like state, so I did my best just to remember these two things.

One night, when one of the maids was taking me to the bath, they made a detour downstairs; presumably to get away from some shouting down the hall... I think.

Anyways, as they continued down the hallways, I spotted a room full of brown rectangles and a thought sprang to my head.

3. Books contain knowledge, I can learn more about this world.

I gripped the maid and started pointing towards the room with my chubby fingers.

The maid said something incomprehensible, so I kept swinging my arms and pointing.

Flustered, she observed my inscrutable behavior with worry, but she kept walking hoping to amend my worries in the bath. I started crying the further she walked so she looked around troubled before tentatively taking a few steps towards the room I was pointing to. I stopped crying.

She seemed to have gotten the hint and took me into the room and set me down. I crawled towards one of the books, flipped them open and was exceedingly disappointed to find out that I could understand nothing. I started sniffling and was taken to the bath without resistance.

Oh, I just forgot something, but was it fact 1, 2, or 3?

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It seems it wasn't fact 3 because any chance I get I crawled out of the wooden device used to trap me and made my way to the room with books. I was caught nearly every single time, but I made enough of an effort that they moved me to that room during the day. The brown-haired ladies were even kind enough to hand me a picture book with weird symbols on them.

I must have been pretty delighted because I remember laughing quite a bit.

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I'm not sure how much time passed, but snow was accumulating outside the window, and I was finally able to keep coherent thoughts inside my head. My first task I assigned myself was to learn the language so I'd finally able to understand what the people around me were saying.