Out Of This World (Reincarnation Story)

Chapter Three: World of Magic

Hope you enjoy this chapter. Not sure if anyone is interested in my story at this point but I'm going go still keep writing. I appreciate constructive criticism so if you have any kind of opinion please leave it in the comments below. Thank you.

Their names were Meggin and Poppy Pryor. They were sisters and the daughters of the local baker. Meggin and Poppy both had strange orange hair that tinted green in the light, but Meggin with dark purple eyes and Poppy with slilverish blue. They spoke in a strange language that I could clearly understand and speak myself without even trying.

My name is Quin Millena. I am 6 years old, the same age as Poppy. Meggin, Poppy, and I are best friends who have known each other for a while now. But my name wasn't Quin Millena, I wasn't 6 years old, and I knew nothing of these two girls.

I'm Aster Damphere, 18 years old, from Riverside California. I was months away from graduating high school. I died getting hit by a sports car and now I'm here, scarfing down stale bread given to me by two little girls and then vomiting it all back up because my stomach can't handle eating the large amounts of food it needs.

My memories were a little bit fuzzy just like my vision was the first half hour the girls found me starved and dehydrated on the floor. I was still in pain but it was no longer from hunger or thirst, it was from all the bruises and wounds scattered around my small thin body. I knew wounds like these could only be caused by simple accidents, no one is that unlucky. I had bruises on my wrists in the shape of finger prints. That's all I needed to see to know this body was abused.

I hadn't talked much but they somehow came up with the idea that I had lost my memory and began telling me things I needed to know. It worked well in my favor. But all they told me were about my name, my age, and about them.

I was constantly debating whether I had lost my shit, if I'm just been hallucinating all of this but then the wounds wouldn't hurt or wouldn't be painfully barf up bile and bread. That showed me all of this was as real as it could get.

I had tried to speak English a bit earlier to them but they were both confused so I figured it's a language that didn't exist here. So I stayed quiet, not liking the unfamiliar words coming from my lips or the voice.

It took me a good 20 minutes after finding out I was in someone else's body to calm down. It wasn't like I could panic much I didn't have the spare energy anyways. Slowly memories of the gods Anrion and Obin started to come to me.

I remembered them apologizing and talking amongst themselves. My memories were cloudy but if I remember correctly. This body I'm in was a dying one, when Anrion dropped my soul it slipped into this body as this bodies original soul slipped out. They said that but they also did something to my forehead.

My hand reached up to my forehead, it was in a cold sweat but I could still clearly feel the tingling. The blessings. They gave me blessings. But what were they again? I shut my eyes and tried to think, remember Aster.

"Quin, we should go before your dad gets home." Meggin suddenly spoke pulling me out of my trance.

"Oh okay, thank you for helping me" I smiled at them but the faces than made at me were that of shock.