The sky's bright light shines down on the surface. The sun's golden rays of light hit the face of a young boy who slumbers between two shops. The rocks beneath the boy had cut up his stockings.
As the light hit his eyelids the young boy groaned. With a reluctant motion of sitting up the boy opened his eyes. The green eyes shined as the light hit them, though instead of being in the state of normalcy he was confused.
You see the soul that inhabited the body of the young boy now, was not the original owner. No, the soul that now dwelled within this body is, Michelle Cordona.
Before his unusual predicament, Michelle was just your average teenager. From playing football, to sneaking out with friends to go drink, you name it Michelle had done it.
So why the one time he decided to study for a test did he end up here?
Michelle sat up from the spot where he laid. The whole back of his body was covered in little rocks and pepples, leaving gray smudges.
Michelle looked at his hands, they were quite smaller than before. About the size of a 12 year old boy.
"What the hell is going on?"
Michelle put his hand to his mouth, embarrassed by the high pitch voice he heard come out.
Michelle then felt the clothing on his wrists.
"Are these cuffs?"
Michelle said aloud, too stunned to keep the observation inside his head.
Michelle took in a deep breathe, then out. He tried to think about this logically now. What was a reason for his current predicament, maybe transmigration? Sure he had heard of the concept from one of his friends who was a fan of webnovels, but he didn't think it was real!
Though if he had been transmigrated he wondered how or why? He knew there had to be a reason, as there is nothing that doesn't come from reason and if it does then that thing is a god. Or at least that's what Michelle's edgy teenage mind believes.
Michelle decided to inspect the body he now inhabited. First he looked at the cuffs and the black clothing that was above it. Seemed he wore pilgrim clothing, with the breeches and stockings being evidence as well.
Michelle stood up from the rocks and looked forward. There seemed to be many people ahead, maybe a market of sorts?
Michelle walked out of the alley he had been in, and was hit with the smell of many things. From raw uncooked meat to the freshness of a bakery.
There were many women, children, and men all talking and doing their own things. A town center of sorts.
Michelle smiled, at least he had been put in a spot that would make it easier for information. As if he talked to the locals he could get a good idea of what kind of world he was now in.
He glanced around, looking for any faces that seemed nice enough to talk to him. I mean he was 12 again, who would talk about serious topics to a 12 year old?
That's when it hit Michelle.
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"Excuse me sir?"
Michelle asked a old and dirty looking man. Clearly the man was a begger, one stocking, top hat with a hole in it? He looked like an npc from all of those Fantasy games Michelle had played.
"Eh? Whaca wha bugga?! Im busy!"
The man right now was sadly trying to carve what looked to be a sculptor of a religous figure.
"Would you kindly tell me what year we're in sir?"
The old begger looked at Michelle in bewilderment.
"You feeling ok in the head bugga? Its the Golden Holy Year Of the Lancer. It was a big deal beacuse all those damn witch conspiracy!"
Great that didn't tell Michelle anything. Though that last part...what did he mean by that?
"Witch conspiracies?