" Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, how many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick." I did it! I did it! I can talk normally!
I can walk on my own, talk on my own, and eat on my own. After all those excruciating years of understanding English, I can finally speak it clearly so no more god damn baby talk!
" Hey thewe wittle gwy, wut awe wu doing." She picks me up and starts hugging me."Pwobably sumting pwecious."
" Stop Katie *mmh*, I'm not a baby anymore *mmh*." I try to free myself but there seems to be no escape.
" Please you're not even four you can't even say magnificent."
" Magnificent. Now put me down." She still holds on tightly as she began to walk.
" Who's my smawt wittle bwother. You awe, oh yes you awe. "
" Please stop babying him Katie, also put him down." Thank you, God! Michael enters at the right time.
" You just want him to play with you because you're jealous." She turns away from him like she's being asked to share a doll.
" No, I was going to show him a grimoire to see what kind of magic he will be specialized in." She slowly sits me down and walks over.
" Isn't it a few years too early?"
" Normally yes but he's a special case. He can already read and write quite well though no one has thoroughly taught him." Did he see some of my practice? I try really hard to keep it secret and leave them in hard to find places.
" I have tried showing him before but when I finished I thought he didn't get it. You haven't been hiding this from your big sister, have you, Ethan."
" I tried to tell you I can but my e's look weird and letters are hard with fat fingers also scrumptious is not a fair word to give someone who is learning." I understood it but my mouth wasn't capable of saying it hence the tongue twister practice.
" Let's hurry and do it before mommy and daddy find out." She picked me up and rush me along.
Soon we end up at the library. I have intended to come here when I could push the heavy doors. There are a lot of heavy doors except my own and the front door I wonder why.
He goes through a few shelves then comes back with a black book with a gold lace cover.
" Okay, it's pretty simple to do if you're ready. You have to concentrate hard with your magic. When you feel a weird flow follow it in your mind a couple of times and after a moment start reading."
" Michael, I don't..."
" Don't worry Katie I got it under control." Michael places a hand on my head and I feel a strange flow and I focus on it. I follow it left and right as it goes from head to toe and back twice. " Okay I will do it again and this time when I go back to your head start reading."
" Maybe we..." We ignore Katie and start again and when the rotation was over I read.
" Scutum aureum luceat lux clara est." A huge rush fell over me and I could feel a huge concentration of energy flow into me a golden bubble appeared in my mind with a phrase.
" Stop Michael this is dangerous that's an intermediate grimoire and you're supposed to have more than an example before trying to read." If what she saying is true I should keep going and see what else I get. This is a huge step up.
" Tolle dolores et morboro et splendorem ignis lux misereatur illustris." The next thing is showing a palm glowing in the same golden yellow.
" Okay, Ethan you can stop the next one will be too hard." Too late to stop me. I will finish this page.
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The Golden Touch of Death
FantasyTrey Michael was a loner weeb who decided to play hero and died. Upon his reincarnation, he learns the God who promised to give him the strongest power against the demon king gave him healing/warding/buffing magic. He feels betrayed until he finds o...