The wonderful and fanciful sight of a colossal creature, evoked from somewhere. It makes me reconnect with a part of me that was lost a long time ago.
The curiosity and expectation, passion and nervousness to discover the mystical secrets of a reality that in my previous world was limited only to the fictional stories of countless authors across millennia.
My mind is utterly captivated, passing through the bushes and bringing towards me the attention of the two people, that did what i believe is a failed ritual.
The pair is conformed by two dead gorgeous babes. Considering my long list of high standard affairs. I can easily put them nigh above all my sexual partners.
Her measurements are impressively voluptuous, natural, aesthetic and with tall, athletic silhouettes.
"Why are you spying on us?!". Scolds angrily one of the females, her long straight dark hair is lustrous, cascading like a tar waterfall with a second tonality glowing with intense yellow in her underhair.
A striking feature, but not as astonishing as her twitching boberman ears at the top of her head.
"Not spying. Just passing by and witnessing the spectacle". I confess frankly. "I wonder if i can do the same?. And learn why this attempt failed".
The dog-eared «Maiden» growls, annoyed at being reminded of her frustrated ritual.
{How do i know she is a «Virgin»?}.
My nose itches and twitches, so i sniff profoundly, sensing a light but concentrated fragrance. Ephemeraly seeing the silhouette of a rose button in both damsels.
I rub my eyes. I know there's magic in this planet, and somehow, i've connected with such a force. But i prefer to take it slow. If i had get irritated inside the pond. I could had boiled the water, along myself.
The second chick is more moderate, and taller. A real elven amazon of eight feet of height, snorting amusedly and grinning with her plump red lips, as her bright golden eyes have a menacing glint. "You have almost no «Radiance», and your «Spirituality» is non-existent, perhaps is «Locked». If so, acquiring an Embryon is almost out question".
"Too difficult?". I inquire. But she is confused, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.
"The only way to increase your stats is through «Level Ups». But if you have any Stat «Locked». It is not possible to do that, unless you reach level 10 or acquire an achievement".
The Dog-eared damsel interrupts. "Level 10 is unobtainable if you don't have an Embryon. Achievements are unlikely to be obtained by someone with less than three decades of age. Keep dreaming".
"I see…". The answer is not encouraging, but gives me a clear understanding of my situation.
{So that is why the «Mirror Me» wanted to kill me. Absorbing this Stats from me. Though it didn't happened as he expected}.
"Handsome. If you want to know more. You should visit the Lyceum's Library, it's opened all days at dawn, and closes publicly at twilight. You need a membership and permission to be in there during the night".
"Thanks for intel. I'll see you around «Gorgeous»". I say, freezing her in place, while the Dog-eared damsel shows her gritted teeth. "Same to you «Barking Bitch»".
Not needing an answer, i continue with my original course. Having nostalgic memories intertwined with the experiences lived by the «Mirror Me».
{He is a student in the Lyceum of Clamour City, with an Aristocratic Family of seasoned warriors supporting him… , Yet «He» was obsessed with becoming a Holy Knight}.
I can't help but laugh aloud wholeheartedly.
{The minimum height for a Holy Knight is six and a half feet. Not even i fall into such category, measuring 5 feet and 10 inches, not to mention that the «Profession» has to be combat oriented}.
"How can i know about this?". I mutter, realizing «He» wanted to steal more than just my Stats, if not everything i encompass and represent.
{I almost feel like i didn't punch him hard enough, nor sufficient times before i killed him}.
Putting this into perspective. It's not fair at all.
{He kidnapped me. I lost my previous life. I can't return to my world. The «Mirror Me» simply died. It is not equivalent. I have his life now. My new life, and obviously, i will explore it and exploit it to the best of my abilities. This feels like my Father's. Even in dead. They won. Their legacy will remain and flourish with me}.
The building ahead is my new residence. The Dormitories, an old edification that harbors many Scions and Heiress of countless Royal, Noble or Bourgeoises Houses.
I enter, baffled by the sheer luxuriousness, along the size of the vestibule, almost double of my apartment's extension.
{I really feel like i fell in a fairy tale}.
The designs are extravagant, intricate and quirky with relucent gold stitches highlighting the vivid scarlet of the velvet fabric adorning the curtains, furnitures and tapestries.
{How excessive. Can this be changed?. Or this is part of the Lyceum's Facilities?}.
The answer becomes apparent when i step into the personal chamber of the «Mirror Me».
Baroque. To say the least. There is no upholstery, the furniture is just a desk with a lamp, a wooden chair, and a bed that is surprisingly more spacious than a king-size.
Nothing else. Not even clothes, shoes, pictures or tokens of friendship.
{What an idiot}.
«He» really thought not having belongings will be equivalent to be less attached.
{The less you have, the more you appreciate everything… , The Holy Knights appear to not have material connections, because they possess an abundance of offerings, not because they lack them}.
An amused nervous snort escapes me.
{For someone so clever, the «Mirror Me» really is an oblivious unwise fool at certain topics… , Wait a minute. So he doesn't have any money on him?}.
Sighing, i let my body land over the bed, its somehow hard. Several blankets are folded over a single wood plank.
{He doesn't has a pillow}.
My annoyance mutates into rage. Is almost as if he had foresee his defeat, or acted just in case it happened said outcome.
"Whatever". I murmur with a sigh. Closing my eyes to take a short nap, but my mind is slowly flooded with still fast, but more detailed memories of the «Mirror Me»…