'Alistair Vesperion so that's "my" name huh?'the young man or formally own as Alistair asked himself, after that whole experience some of his questions were answered.He was not in his original world he was in a totally different world from his original one.
'This doesn't make sense at all,how did I end up here'
His mind was a cluster of thoughts, he was trying to make sense of this situation. All those memories the actions , the choices and the consequences of how "he"acted and the path "he"chose to follow.
"Just how messed up was "I" ," he still hadn't come to terms with his new voice, his former voice compared to this was like comparing a child to a grown up, it was worlds apart, honestly he liked slightly at least he now had a deeper voice.His coping mechanism was on overdrive trying it's best to not let his mind to break.
'But a good chunk of my memories is missing though'
He sat upright on his bed thinking , that's when
'Wait! my previous lives memories are fading'
His body moved on it's own driven by the sole focus of wanting to retain his previous life memories.Close to the large window was a desk with scrolls and piles of books and note book.
Alistair sat down , took one of the note books and a quill and under the moonlight started writing down all he could remember of his former life.His body moved on autopilot, one may ask what is the essence of remembering a life left behind if Alistair was asked this he himself wouldn't have an answer. He was in a drunken state his mind focused only on the task at hand.
After what felt like an eternity, his red eyes regained clarity his mind now was freed from that drunken state.
"What came over me,this doesn't make any sense,"
The whole chain of events up and till this point had put too much of a toil on his mind , to the point he fainted right there and then.
Strangely the note book started fading and in its place a small hand held mirror appeared. And for the next hours till dawn Alistair slept peacefully on the desk.When the first rays of the sun touched his face did his eyelids open slowly taking moments to
adjust.
"It's already day time," he yawned and stretch out his limbs , 'Sleeping on a desk is far less comfortable than a bed , my neck , back and arms are sore' . Up until this point he hadn't had a chance to familiarise him self with his room , his new fond memories gave him the idea but observing it himself was another different experience to say the least.
The so called 'dorm' could be compared to a modern 3 bedroom apartment , the dorm had three rooms, the first in the one his in directly to his left was a bookshelf filled to the brim with all types of books from history to geographic to magic behind his desk was the large mirror and directly Infront of him but a bit upwards his bed that could fit four people at once. And at the right corner was his wardrobe next to it a door.
"Just how big is this dorm and how much land and money did it take to build such a academy," the private ward was impressive to say the least and just as he was about to depart and go check the other rooms something caught his eyes.
"Wait where is the notebook!" he remembers not moving the notebook after writing down his former lives memories for reasons unknown to himself at that moment, but as this came to mind he started wondering what came over him and what secrets does this mirror hold.
'I just can't catch a break huh?' he takes a hold of the mirror with golden edges and stares and his reflection expecting something to happen. Moments later nothing happens.
'Way to go scaring me like that ' if he were more honest he had hoped that the mirror held no power nor mystery he wanted it just to be a plain old mirror that he took out in his drunken state.
"Now it's time for the most interesting part , magic!"