Reincarnation

Does life really promise you happiness? 

Or is that your choice to make?

The boy never had a choice to be happy, when the only reason he held onto his life was gone. So when the truck hit. So when he heard the bone crack. So when he finally held his last breath.

He was relieved. 

Maybe in another life he could choose his happiness. Maybe in another world, he would eat plenty. Maybe in another world he had a sister, who he did not hate.

Maybe the last thought was a lie, but these are his thoughts. Not the reality.

In reality, he died with a smile.

In reality when he woke up in a bed soft like silk. He wanted to cry. 

He did not though. He just looked at his hands. Before wringing the covers off of him. He placed his feet on the cold marble floor. 

He flinched. Then fell. His body gave up on the slight cold. And it hurt. It hurt so much. Too much even. With every cell screeching against him, he stood up. With strength he never knew it took to just stand up. 

He held onto his bed, his legs hurt. Sitting, then on looking around he saw a beige room with intricate designs crafted on each corner.

He had no idea where he was.

He looked at his hands, a shade far fairer than his. His hands were soft, unlike the rugged ones he remembered. 

This was not his body.

His body was, at least, not cruel to him.

So he tried to figure out who he was. Trying to stand up. Then painstakingly making it to the dressing table. Each step felt like nails being dug into his feet. After finally reaching, he sat down on the white chair with purple cushions. Looking into the mirror. Purple eyes stared back at him.

He wore a white night dress.

The only purple eyed character he remembered right now was one from his sister's novel.

"Maelus Severus." He mumbled the name, his voice coarse, as though he had not spoken for days.. 

Had he reincarnated?

That did seem like a wide jump. A really wide jump.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Young master, Maelus." A woman spoke timidly. She took a deep breath.

"Breakfast is ready." Her voice sounded a bit more reassured.

And it did assure him of the fact that he had been reincarnated.

"I don't want it." His voice was dry and he stammered at every word. He felt like he had given a long speech.

"Alright young master." The maid scurried off.

The boy, named Maelus, sighed.

He did not know what was going on. He hated what was going on. He did not want to live.

He was not fine living in his body. He sure as hell was not going to be fine living in someone else's body.

Maelus was the son of the duke. An eighteen year old boy. A very very sick boy. 

 In the story, there are two parts. One with her, as the antagonist, delving into her psyche. The other with the protagonist. There were barely three chapters.

His role in the story was to be his sister, the villain in Record of Ragnorark's reason. Reason as to why she hates people without power. And why she was against the protagonists, indirectly. 

It was because her brother was powerless too. 

It was because Mael was weak.

And she hated her brother.

Because his parents loved him more.

It was quite ironic, all of that.

Was this his sister's way of telling him that he was hated too.

In his reality, his sister was the kindest person he knew. But had anyone hurt him as much as his sister. Always selfish, always her decisions. Like how she decided to leave him. All alone. All. Alone.

His eyes burnt.

Then the door opened.

"Why are you not eating?" A blonde woman with bright pink eyes spoke. Her voice was fierce, and a demand. Rather than a question.

It was Ambre Severus.

"I don't want it." The boy said, taking in her appearance. She was a beautiful woman, wearing a pale blue dress. She looked confused.

"Why?" She scrunched her nose moving closer to him. Her hands on her hip.

"Because I am not hungry." He spoke, his voice rough. But he raised it a bit.. The woman's eyes widened. 

She paused for a second.

"Eat some fruits then." Her eyes were scrunched together. He could not figure out whether she was angry or somehow worried.

"Why?" He asked as she walked towards the door, taking some things. Her stopping for a moment at his answer

"Because." She threw something at him. A purple thing, like a bunch of grapes, but stitched together. It was an aaser. A fruit grown using some magic. He could not see her face. But he knew she was looking at him/

"That should give you some energy from the dragon." She glared at him. He realized she was waiting for him to eat.

He took a bite. It tasted sour. But sweet. It was like strawberries.

He liked strawberries. And he was hungry. So he ate the fruit quickly.

"How pathetic." Ambre took out a napkin and walked closer, removing all the juice that had fallen on his face.

He blushed. Feeling as though he was a little kid.

"You are part of the duchy, are you going to behave like a kid." Stern and proper. That was how she was in the story. That is how she is in reality.

But something was off.

"Shut up." He scoffed.

Her eyes widened. She bit her lips.

She stared at him for a second.

Then went to the door, dismissing the maid. 

The boy tried to stand up. His legs shivered as he stood up.

"You are not from here are you?" Her eyes were empty. Her face held nothing. The anger and the annoyance disappeared.

The boy looked at her. Then he sat down. 

"No." He guessed she must have reincarnated too.

"Are you a reincarnator?" She asked, taking a step closer to him.

"Hmm." He nodded.