Kael – thoughts:

  Damn it… everything happened too fast…

  Here I am, turned into a small child with a serious expression, trying to adapt not only to this body, but also to this world.

  A body that does not respond the way it should, that only moves halfway, that cries when I do not want to and stays still when it should react.

  Three days have passed, and from what little I have been able to see, I have already realized many things.

  Three days trapped in a crib, staring at unknown ceilings, listening to new voices, and feeling hands touch me as if I had no opinion about it at all.

  First point: they speak Spanish.

  I understand them perfectly.

  It is not partial understanding or some strange intuition; I understand them with complete clarity. Most of the words they use belong to neutral Spanish, without strong slang, without breaks that would make me think my mind is mixing memories.

  I hope that when my vocal cords stabilize and I start saying my first words, they do not panic, because the way I speak will not be exactly refined…

  I played so many online games that I ended up making friends with many people from South America and Central America, and if there is one thing that is clear, it is that we all speak in a very particular way… and honestly, I always liked that.

  Thinking about it here, now, makes me smile internally, a smile I cannot show, because my face insists on staying serious, almost annoyed.

  Second point: the first night was enough for me to realize it.

  This world seems to be in a stage close to the Middle Ages, at least based on the clothes and objects I have seen.

  If I could stand up, I would probably be quite surprised to notice that I was born almost at sunset and that, as soon as the sky began to darken, they started lighting candles.

  One after another.

  Small trembling flames lighting the walls, casting long shadows that moved with every air current. No electric lights, no screens, no constant buzzing sounds.

  Only fire, melting wax, and a heavy silence I did not know.

  With that alone, I can assume I will not have television, a computer, or a console to play games.

  Great. I reincarnated to live in medieval survival mode.

  Third point: this one is at least positive.

  It seems that the family I was born into is noble or, at the very least, quite wealthy.

  Because… who has servants? And a room larger than thirty square meters?

  The room of my parents was literally bigger than the small apartment I rented for five hundred dollars in downtown Santiago, in a building with walls so thin that every night I could hear the neighbors without any shame at all.

  Here, that is not the case.

  Here, there is plenty of space. The air feels cleaner, calmer. Footsteps do not echo excessively, voices do not bounce off fragile walls. Everything is wide, solid, and real.

  Fourth point… this one is especially uncomfortable.

  I am a baby and, as such, I need to eat and be taken care of.

  I cannot believe it… now I depend completely on others to feed me.

  Caria, my mother, as soon as she recovered a bit of strength, brought me close to her to breastfeed me. It is not that I am delicate or that I have a problem with it… and I do not want to sound like a degenerate.

  Well… maybe a little, but that is not the point.

  The point is that it was quite uncomfortable having to feed directly from my mother.

  She is a very young woman. I would not place her at more than twenty-four years old. Having children at that age… I suppose that in this world it is normal. My father is not far behind either; they both seem to be around the same age.

  The world decided to place me —an adult trapped in the body of a baby— in this absurd situation.

  The additional problem is that I cannot control my own body.

  I have already vomited several times, I pee myself without even realizing it. There is no warning, no control at all. It just happens. It is humiliating.

  And then Tana appears, completely happy. She cleans me carefully, dries me, wraps me in soft fabrics, and hugs me with affection… not before covering me with kisses, pinching my cheeks, and giving me an overly tender expression.

  The only result is that this small serious face ends up crying without really understanding why.

  Caria and Laret have shown some concern because I am too quiet. They think that, as a baby, I should be crying all the time, complaining about everything.

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  Well… they should be grateful. At least I let them rest.

  Even so, the technological level of this world makes me quite uncomfortable.

  In the last few days, several people have come to check on my mother. She still has bleeding, and that worries me. If I am realistic, in a world with development close to the Middle Ages, the mortality rate during or after childbirth was high.

  Too high.

  Suddenly, someone was heard knocking on the door. It was Laret, accompanied by another person. From the crib, I could not see them, but I could hear them with complete clarity.

  — I have brought Galen so he can check on you and the baby —Laret said, with a serious but calm tone.

  — Hello, Galen. I am glad to see you again in good condition —Caria replied—. How is Freya doing?

  — I am also glad to see you, and even more so now that you have sealed your union with such a beautiful fruit as the one resting in that crib —Galen replied—. Freya is doing very well, although she is somewhat exhausted from her pregnancy. It is likely that this very month she will find herself in a situation similar to yours.

  — Really? —Caria said, clearly excited—. That is wonderful. I hope everything goes well. When you leave, take her some purple rose seeds. Before we parted, I promised her I would get some for her garden.

  — Of course —Galen replied—. It will be a pleasure to give her your gift. Now then, before checking on you, I will first examine this little devil. I hope he does not turn out as stupid as his parents.

  — Hey! —Caria and Laret protested at the same time.

  Galen wore a white robe with golden borders that seemed to emit its own glow, as if each thread held a blessing. Over his shoulders, he carried a cloak adorned with light feathers that evoked purity and solemnity, and in his right hand he held an ancient staff, crowned with a solar emblem that radiated a warm glow.

  His face was partially hidden beneath a golden hood, revealing only serene eyes, filled with wisdom and compassion, but also with the fatigue of someone who has witnessed too much suffering. There was something about his presence, an almost sacred calm, that made even the atmosphere around him seem to settle.

  When he spoke, his voice was deep and slow, full of authority, but without a trace of arrogance, as if light itself accompanied each of his words.

  — Excellent. For having only been in this world for three days, he looks quite good —Galen said as he examined me—. When I examine his body, I detect nothing out of the ordinary; his skin shows no anomalies and his eyes are in good condition. Without a doubt, a bit of magic will help stimulate his development.

  After saying that, he took me carefully and then returned me to my mother’s arms.

  — Are you going to use magic while I am holding him? —Caria asked, with a mix of doubt and concern.

  — That is correct —Galen replied—. Since my healing magic will pass through your body, the remaining magical particles, being too small and weak, could help stimulate his own magical system.

  Kael – thoughts:

  Wait… a moment. Stop right there.

  Did he just say magic?

  Magic?

  MAGIC?

  My mind completely shut down. It was not a controlled or rational reaction; it was pure shock. Everything I had assumed until now —a time similar to the Middle Ages, candles, total absence of technology— crashed head-on with a word that should not exist outside of fantasy.

  Magic.

  Before I could fully process it, Galen began to gradually emit a faint golden light from my mother’s body. It was not a sudden or violent flash; it was a soft, warm glow, almost comforting. It expanded slowly, as if it were breathing, as if it had a will of its own.

  The room changed.

  The air became denser, though not uncomfortable. On the contrary, it felt warm and enveloping, similar to the feeling of wrapping yourself in a thick blanket on a cold night. The golden light illuminated the walls and softened the shadows, erasing their harsher edges.

  I felt how each particle moved through my body.

  It was not painful.

  Quite the opposite.

  It was similar to when a liquid begins to flow through your veins during an intravenous injection. That feeling of something foreign entering the body without causing pain, even transmitting calm. Every small spark of that light that escaped from my mother’s body and came into contact with me filtered inside, traveling through me completely.

  It was… pleasant.

  Strangely pleasant.

  I could not find better words to describe it. It was not heat, it was not tingling, it was not pressure. It was a deep sensation, as if something inside me began to slowly awaken, stretching after a very long sleep.

  When I looked at my mother’s face, even from my limited perspective, I could see how her expression relaxed. Her eyebrows loosened, her lips softened, and her breathing became slower and deeper.

  What a relief…

  Maybe there is no great technological progress in this world, but if there is magic capable of helping like this, then I feel much calmer.

  — How do you feel, Caria? —Galen asked calmly, without interrupting the flow of light.

  — Much better… —she replied, with a clear sigh—. I no longer feel pressure near my bladder, and the pain is gone.

  — I am glad to hear that —Galen replied, satisfied.

  — I truly thank you, my friend —Laret intervened—. If it were not for you, this could have become quite complicated.

  — Thank me later —Galen replied with a light laugh—, when our children are running around and we have some beers in our hands.

  — I will remember your words —Laret replied, forming an involuntary smile.

  The light began to slowly fade, dissipating like mist under sunlight. The room returned to its usual appearance, although something had changed. I could not say exactly what, but I could feel it clearly. Something inside me was no longer the same.

  — Well, Caria —Galen said—. Now you must rest with the baby. At least a couple more days in bed and you will be as if you had never given birth.

  — Thank you, Galen —she replied—. Take good care of yourself and do not forget the rose seeds.

  — Ha —he laughed—. Thank you for reminding me, I was already forgetting.

  — In the end, we are the fools —Laret murmured, shaking his head.

  — It seems so —Galen replied—. You always walk around with that serious, bitter expression.

  While they continued to joke in a friendly way, they headed toward the door and left the room. The sound of the wood closing marked the return of silence, broken only by my mother’s calm breathing.

  Caria lowered her gaze toward me. Her eyes shone with a mix of exhaustion, tenderness, and something deeper, something I still could not fully understand.

  — The Great Lord will return soon —she whispered—, and then it will be time for you to finally receive a name, my precious little one…

  She leaned a bit closer, smiling.

  — Precious… —she repeated softly—. Precious…

  Then she added, between gentle laughs:

  — My little treasure with round cheeks.

  After that, my mother covered me with kisses without any consideration, while I could only accept my fate with resignation and a slight inner embarrassment, unable to do absolutely anything about it.