Reincarnation

Sweat formed on his forehead and dripped down along his nose. His hands felt wet as he clasped them together tightly. Dusk shivered as he continued to look down, believing he would fall any moment now.

'Don't look down, don't look down.' He shut his eyes tightly.

"Child, there is no need to be scared," a warm, deep voice called out. It was instantly able to ease Dusk's worries. The voice held within it a strange, mystical power, as if there was only truth behind it, and that its will was absolute.

The boy looked around in search of where the voice came from, however he was unable to find it. "Who are you?" he asked in his tiny voice. His eyes darted around and he focused intently to find the originator of the call.

The voice chuckled, yet the sound it produced seemed to come to Dusk's ears from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. "You've always been an inquisitive one, child. It's a trait I enjoy the most," the voice said. "Do not worry about who I am, you are the shining star of this show, Dusk Arcana. That is how you will be called from now on. A fitting name, I believe."

Dusk scratched his head, confused. "But my name is Dusk Arcana already, isn't it?"

"That is only because I willed it into you memory. An easy feat for a god such as myself," the voice replied. "You need not worry, that is the only memory that I have altered for you. You won't forgot about your time on Earth, no matter how brief and inconsequential it may have been."

"Earth?" Dusk asked. His eyes widened. "Where is Mommy? I'm scared," he yelped. Tears began to well up in his eyes, however moments later a calming wave washed over him and suppressed his turbulent emotions.

"There there, don't be afraid. You've been given a second chance at life child. You'll come to understand how much of a boon this moment is in the future. But for now, do you have any questions for me? I am a god, after all," the voice said.

"Where am I going to?" the boy asked.

"You will be going to a place where magic exists. Dragons, elementals, elves, demons and many other mystical beings are all present on the planet I oversee. I took pity on you for the five years of life you spent in utmost pain. To have been forced to be strapped to a hospital bed for all of that time, never once making a friend, it is truly pitiful. All I ask is that you make the best of your situation, live to do whatever it is that you want to do. This is a chance that rarely comes, created only by the whim of my own emotions, and my ties to Earth," the god spoke.

"Do what I want to?" Dusk mumbled. A sudden surge of thoughts rushed into his mind. Visions of himself playing with other children, walking with his own two legs for once. Memories came back of him staring outside of his hospital window, watching the kids playing basketball and football. The boy had preoccupied himself with reading hundreds of children's books to make time go by faster. He'd always envisioned himself wielding magic and playing together with dragons, and now he was told that would become his reality.

"I died? I knew it would happen… Is Mommy going to be okay?" he asked.

"She's going to be fine, don't you worry about it," the god said. "All that matters now is what you want to do. Live a free life, Dusk. I'll be here to listen to all of your stories when you return once again. Hopefully later than sooner."

"I will try, Mr.god," the boy replied.

The god laughed, a hearty laugh. "That's the first time I've been called that. What an interesting little boy you are. Time has run out now. You will be leaving this place that defies the logics of time very soon. I have rewritten the world to compensate for your existence. You'll be reborn at the age of five, and will have memories of your life on this planet as if you were truly there for five years. Your memories of Earth won't vanish either," the god said.

"What is your name?" the boy asked as his body started to shimmer, vanishing into nothingness.

"Favian, you can call me Favian child." Dusk was finally able to see who the voice came from. A tall man with long purple hair stood in front of him. His eyes were filled with a chaotic energy as they sparkled in the light. He raised his brown hand and patted Dusk on the head. "May your wishes finally be granted my child."

Immediately after, Dusk's vision blurred, and a darkness took over. Memories that weren't previously in Dusk's mind suddenly came to mind. They felt normal, as though they were meant to be there or had always been there.

"Wake up Dusk, breakfast is ready," a sweet female voice said. The sound of the woman's voice brought Dusk immediate comfort. He'd heard her voice hundreds of times, yet this was also the first time he'd truly heard it.

"Okay Mom," Dusk replied. He opened his eyes, staring at his dark brown hands. He turned them around and stared at their backside. A weird emotion bubbled through Dusk. He was by all means only five, and had only lived through five years. Yet, right now, he was given another five years of memories, and despite it feeling natural, it left him with a weird taste in his mouth.

Dusk got out of his bed. He wore a bright yellow pajama and stepped into a yellow pair of wool shoes, extremely fluffy and soft to the touch. The short boy walked down the ever so familiar stairs, his brown eyes observing the childish paintings hung to the sides of the walls. 'I drew those? Of course I did. I am Dusk Arcana.'

"What are you looking at in such a daze, come on let's go eat," a man said from behind Dusk. Dusk turned around and looked at his new father. He was tall and burly, veins popping out of the muscles on his forearms.

Dusk stood frozen to the spot, unable to take any steps forward.

"Ah, come on, you just want me to pick you up don't you?" his father said. "Don't tell your mother that I'm still doting on you, she'll be sure to raise hell loose on me," he whispered into Dusk's ear before grabbing him and throwing him onto his shoulder.

The man jumped down from the middle of the stairs, yet there was no sound when he reached the ground. 'So this is magic?' Dusk noticed that his father's soles had been covered by a dark light just before he came into contact with the ground.

"Now, let's eat," the man said before walking into the kitchen. A savory waft of eggs, cheese and bacon reached Dusk as he entered the kitchen. His stomach growled upon seeing the four plates laid on the dining table.

"Nice of you to join us finally," Dusk's mother said. She stamped her feet on the ground whilst frowning. She wore a black apron around her waist as she held a saucepan in her hand. She distributed a red sauce onto each plate evenly. After putting the saucepan away, with a wave of her hand it was instantly cleaned by multiple particles of water that were shot out of her fingers.

Dusk walked over to the table and sat down. He dug into the food ferociously, tears dripping out of his eyes.

"Is the food so good today? I should pat myself on the back," his mother said.

"It's amazing," Dusk replied. He wolfed down the food and chugged down the glass of orange juice that was sat next to his plate.

"If you keep eating like that you might turn into a muscle brained fool like your father," the woman said with a laugh.

"Hey! That was uncalled for Alice," the man replied. "I, Stan Arcana, am a hard working, gentle, loving husband who- Ow, ow I'm sorry please don't hurt me."

"Pfft," Joan laughed as she stared at the scene. She nudged Dusk on the shoulder and said, "If only every day could be as fun as this."

"Yea, if only," Dusk replied, smiling through the tears that flowed down.