Post-death Chivalry

                                                         > VOLUME 1: NEW BEGINNINGS The sound of my alarm clock echoed in my head, flagging me that it's time for my daily dose of hell. I wriggled my body out of my bed and exit my room. Heading downstairs and greeting the 11 bottles of alcohol [two laying on the coffee table and another two broken] a good morning. I brush my feet through the mounds of dirt and garbage spewed everywhere to the restroom. This damn bastard, littering the house and drinking alcohol every second his petty life gives him. Approaching the restroom to shower, I halted to the faint sobbing of my mother. Just another day in the Saito household. I step outside my door and was immediately greeted with a paper ball to the head. I gaze at them before they ran off. Damn, do these kids have anything better to do? After the greeting, I start walking to school. Since I had no friends, the only form of a "good morning" I could get was from my worn-out shoes scraping against the raw granite that made up the sidewalk.  Upon reaching the entrance, I take a deep breath and enter the compound. The sound of everyone chattering filled my ears, as they keep silent and stare at me as I walk through the hall to my class. The history lesson finally starts and I take out my textbook to be greeted with slurs. I couldn't do anything but bleakly stare at the insults written all over my book. Telling any adults was useless, they are all just money-hungry hyenas who easily get bribed by the rich kids. Ever since I was a kid, I was and still am physically weak. Thankfully though, my mental strength has improved significantly, all these years of bullying, and that is the only benefit to happen. Time flew by and before I knew it, it was my time for my beating. "Hey pig, give me your money today, I left my wallet at home," Han said with a disgusting smile on his face. [Bullshit.] "Sorry but, I don't have any money," I argued while trying to leave the room. "Heeeh? Is that so.." Han frowned. I hastily scurry to the classroom door with anxiety slowly paralyzing me, but as soon as I was at arms reach of the door, I couldn't help but grin with the thought of leaving unscathed. I felt a tug on my shoulder and after that a 130-pound punch to the face with the velocity of a bullet.  I fall on the floor butt-first, my face numb with pain, a black eye starts to develop under my left eye. After embarrassing me. He decided that wasting his time on me was stupid because I heard him tch. I sigh in relief and get up to exit the classroom.  "Yo Fieri! wanna go to the arcade?"  "Yeah, sure dude!"  Envy starts to grow on me as I hear people going out with their friends for entertainment. Eventually, I start to slouch as the pressure weighs down my shoulders. I was a loner: I had no friends nor any social interaction. The glances of people looking at my body have caused me to develop social anxiety as well as scopophobia. I wasn't proud of my body, I wasn't proud of how I looked, I wasn't proud of anything... I had no talent, no determination. All I am is a sore loser who likes to imagine an alternate reality where I have a social life and a happy family. As soon as I make it to the school gate, I try and give myself a spark of motivation. Slapping both my cheeks with both my hands and whispering to myself. [If I don't change soon, I will keep on getting harassed. I can do it! Don't become a burden to your mom and to yourself! Do it for yourself and for mother!] I give myself a subtle smile as I determine that today is the day that I will finally change, I will finally become the person I want to be and make new friends.  I made it to the pedestrian lane. I look to my left and to my right and see no signs of vehicular manslaughter occurring any time soon. With the recent thought of becoming fit and the possibility of making friends, I happily prance my way across the street, or so I thought. I felt the force of a raging bull sear my side with barbed, blunt pain as I was flung into a concrete wall. Breaking my back. The air pushed out of my lungs as I gasped for air. My vision was getting blurrier as my eyelids become heavier and eventually became a burden to keep open. I guess I'll take a nap... "Hey! over here! there's a man!" It's so noisy. "Sir? SIR! CAN YOU HEAR ME?" Did mom invite visitors over? But why? it's littered with garbage and a drunkard...  The sirens of the ambulance bellowed as I was taken away on a stretcher. "Hey baby, wake up, it's almost noon." Huh? Oh, it's Aeriel.. what is she doing? She knows that I'm a heavy sleeper- . . . . . "Lancelot! Lancelot! byosa! byosa!" [Lancelot! Lancelot! It's a boy! it's a boy!] "Oh! priashevans!" [Oh! praise the heavens!] I wake up to the cluster of foreign words. Huh? Foreigners? My injury must be really bad if I had to go to another country to get treatment. "Oooh! beauhesboyrett!" [Oooh! he's so pretty!] I'm greeted by a man with a stern, intimidating face, although the tone of his voice begs to differ. He's muscular as well, but not the body-builder-I-inject-cocaine-into-my-bloodstream kind of muscular, but the sharp, charismatic kind that all women fall for. He places his hands on my hips and starts to pick me up. Huh? SERIOUSLY? I'm 80-plus kilos and not to mention, critically injured.. yet he lifted me like a... baby. I try to tell him to stop. But the only words I manage to say were a cluster of groans and letters. Have my vocal cords gotten worse from the incident? My mind is filled with questions.. but my voice is messed up to ask any of them. The woman at the corner of my eye doesn't seem to mind that a doctor is casually bench-pressing 80kg worth of dumbells. In fact, she's smiling? I wonder what's funny about carrying an injured person on the brink of death. I look around my hospital room and it's surprisingly made of wood. Far from a modern hospital. Maybe some witchcraft cabin? No no, probably those Chinese monks that have those medicinal herbs that can cure any disease.  The woman finally comes to my line of vision and sheesh! This woman is hot. She seems to be the pretty but cold-hearted popular girl in high school.  "Goooewaaaa" So apparently I reincarnated as a baby into some kind of medieval-aged world, considering that these guys still use oil lanterns. [Damn normies.] These two are called "Rosina" and "Lancelot" Whitemaw, and they are the two people who gave birth to me, they seem to be quite young actually, no more than 30. Rosina is a red-haired woman with a gorgeous face while Lancelot is a dark-haired lion with a pleasant smile. . . . . Months pass by and I learned that my name is Reyn Whitemaw. I also learned how to crawl and eventually, I'd start to roam around the house, mainly only the second floor, but my mom has taken me downstairs only for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. My dad is mostly away for work, I heard from mom that he is a royal guard at the Elf King's Palace. Apparently, they met during a raid when my dad used to work as a bandit, participating in illegal raids. They both sorta bonded when he was captured as a slave, and one day dad decided to free him, marking his farewell from the bandit group. He never liked killing people, it's that his mother was in a poor condition and they had no penny to spare that he resorted to a job where anyone is allowed to join and requires no education.  The captured elf turned out to be a prince and he allowed my dad to visit the Elf Kingdom. There, he got tutored by the Elders as a "thank you" gift for saving their prince. Hence,  has the ability to use Ancient magic. As time passed, their friendship grew stronger, and when the Prince heard he was jobless, he offered a job to be a guard for the palace.  During one of my roaming sessions. I found a room with a lot of books, presumably my dad's workspace, I might check it out later so I can become multilingual and learn a bit of magic [If my dad had any books related to magic.]  in this strange world. I am yet to discover more about this world, but for now, I know that swordsmanship, magic, and different races, exist. I am barely a toddler so I have a lot of time ahead of me, I have been given a second chance at life, and I will make the most out of it.  POST-DEATH CHIVALRY, CHAPTER 1 END.