>>5508871>>5510191>>5510783You weren't exactly thrilled at being killed so early in life. Despite the uncertainties and fears of the approaching adulthood, you looked forward to the experiences a mature life had to offer. That offer was cut short by your sudden accident however, and you found yourself repeating yet another childhood, in a dirtier, far less extravagant house than before. But this is different. Different from your previous life, different from the current life you had until now, and different than anybody's life could have been on Earth. You aren't about to let yourself cling to the uneventful, average, nonspecial adolescence you had before. This is a place where you could truly be special. A white canvas where you could paint with colors previously unseen by the eye. Not one plastered with the scribbles of people before you.
Raising your head, you stare at the figure with a new determination.
"Shide Soron. That is my name," you declare.
Your name, you think, certainly stands out compared to the name you had before. Your previous title however is no longer important; it is time to discard your old identity.
"...could you write that down?" The cloaked entity asks as they hand you a quill pen and a clipboard of sorts.
"Sure." Scribbling down your name, you hand the clipboard back. Occupied in your thoughts, you are unaware of what you just did until the person on the pedestal makes what might be a frown.
"This is..." They stare intensely at the paper, then at you, and back at the paper. Why are they... ah crap. You had written your name in English! After about a minute of them examining the paper and sweat beginning to trickle down your cheek, they finally look up, still with a scowl on what limited facial features you could make out.
"Please follow the guard down the hall to the right."
Sweat increasing intensifies as you are escorted, but you are soon given relief upon entering a room with the other children you saw in line before.
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