Mad Mage Chapter 1

Everything turned to black afterwards. I questioned if something happened that would have saved me but that should be impossible. He aimed right between my eyes, and saw first hand the gun going off. Though I didn’t feel any pain from it, even if it was a tranquilizer if it was shot directly into the brain it would have killed me. Maybe I did die but I am at the afterlife, but that is seems also impossible. I was shot in the head it would do incredible damage to my brain in that short distance even if there was an afterlife, how am I still able to think normally? As I am upset over the facts of my fate and the confusion of my situation my large emotions start taking over. I have never really cried in my life even when I was threatened with death it was mostly just panicking but I never shed any tears but now I feel like doing nothing but.
As I was crying constantly I suddenly heard a voice. It was a voice in a language I was not able to understand. It was a soothing voice one that assures me that it was not hostile. While I was hearing it I calmed down enough to stop crying. I noticed that the world was dark simply because my eyes were closed. I opened them and saw that I was in an unfamiliar room. It was a room that seemed like the medieval mansion that you see in tourist attractions, though it did not look that old at all. It seemed polished and well decorated like a nobleman’s mansion. I look around to find the source of the voices and found a young woman surrounded by maids. The woman had a elegant and fragile appearance raven-haired and fair skin and warm expression. She also was a bit big. Actually, she was really big, a giant even, towering over me and holding my entire body with her hands. In fact, so were the maids and the house. From there it occurred to me that they were not giants rather I was quite small. Both my hands and my body were much tinier than I last recalled. I could barely move my body and it seems my functions are much less developed than I am used to. It doesn’t take a scientist to realize that I am a child again. Interesting it seems like after I died I was reborn as a child.
Normally in this situation I would want to better myself and learn from my past mistakes so that the things I have done does not happen again, but I’m more interested in what is happening in front of me. One of the maids was touching the candle and it spontaneously combusts. Another maid was touching a pitcher and it filled with water. It could simply have a logical explanation, it could be a parlor trick to entertain me, but if it is what I think it is then I probably stumbled into something more marvelous than I can even imagine magic! You would think that I, a man of science would now something as fantastical as magic (or rebirth for that matter), but a true scientist’s goal is to find the truth of the universe. If you told me if I believed in magic before I died I would have said no because my world did not have magic, but if this world does then I have to be perceptive and explore it with the same passion I would with science. A new study to research and bend to my own will. Though I think I will need to get some sleep first.