chapter 1

After 15 years, life had finally come to an end; I wasn't terminally ill, in an accident, nor murdered. No I had just decided I had had enough. As I lay there, my conscience began to fade while inky blackness started imparing my vision. Despite the pain I felt relief, and as everything was consumed by darkness I had died... yet I could still produce conscious thoughts. ' maybe I'm entering the afterlife ' I pondered. As that thought came to an end, burning light burst forth. I wanted to scream in protest to the pain and to my surprise a scream tore from my throat. 'Did I not die', this thought sprouted forth along with raging panic, but when the light had dispersed, what I saw was not a medical ward, but a dark wood ceiling. Then an unknown man came into view. His appearance, for lack of better words, was curious yet attractive. Immediately his electric purple eyes drew my attention. After further inspection, I found he had sharp features and dark chocolate hair. His gentle smile accentuated his dashing looks as he stared at me. After a brief moment I was turned about to face a woman I also had no recollection of, her soft features, contrasted greatly to the man, complimented pale blue eyes and Auburn hair, her eyes were glossed with tears and I was promptly placed in her arms. Until now I hadn't even realised I was being held. The man wrapped his arm around the woman and proceeded to say

"Congratulations dear, it's a boy"

"Mm, I'm sure Eleanor will be pleased" the woman replied

"What shall we name him?" He continued

"Eliza... Eliza Raijin" the woman said with a satisfied face, however my own confusion swelled.

I later discovered the man was named Nathaniel and the woman was Grace. Also that Eleanor was, allegedly, my older sister by seven years. After observing for two days I came to accept that this is either one of two possibilities, I am in a coma and am lucid dreaming, which is the more likely possibility, however I have no control over the setting of the dream. Because, if I did, I would rid myself of this cursed, unresponsive, infantile body. I let out a high pitched scream to vent my frustration, prompting Eleanor to run swiftly to my side with a concerned look. She then proceeded to caress my head in a soothing way, causing my stress to dissipate. Her electric purple eyes mimic Nathaniel's, however her face is much softer like Grace's. Her hair was a short light brown colour that fell down to her shoulders. She would definitely become beautiful when older and the thought of boys flocking to her caused some anger to bubble up. This left me confused at my own emotions but I chalked it up to the fact that I was an older brother. Which leads me to the second possibility. I had died successfully and was reincarnated, which is a possibility I am ready to accept. Once again I'm left confused at my own emotions. All in all there are a few positives: I got a fresh start, I understand the language due to the memories I had retained, despite my incomplete education I was very academically gifted ever since I went to school, meaning that I am very far ahead of my age, and lastly, this family does seem relatively well off. The house has two floors with a rather sturdy design, and at least one light in every room, however there appeared to be no electrical outlets or devices. 'Maybe it's just one of those families?' I question.