As I continue to clutch my hands repeatedly, I think to myself, 'Man.... This...is fascinating. To think I would not only come to another world but... Only with my soul? That's the only explanation I have. Does that mean supernatural forces exist? Does that mean god exists. Damn it, I need to know... Maybe-' my thoughts get interrupted with a knock and an.... Unfamiliar language. 'Ah crap. I don't know this language.'
"O zunir, dranarei lokrun?" Came an unknown voice and language?
'This is seriously bad... Should I fake being extremely hurt and pretend I lost my memories? Yeah ... I think.... That's the only solution...'
"O Zunir?"
'ok...three....two....one!' "...AAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" I screamed in and unbelievably loud and bloodcurdling voice.
I keep screaming and pretending that I'm extremely hurt. For a few moments no one came in, so I was feeling a bit worried. But a few moments later, a few guards came in with an older gentleman with a serious look.
I kept screaming and struggling as they try and hold me down.
They speak a language I don't recognise and look at each other and nod.
I keep pretending to be hurt and eventually, I bash my head against the floor and knock myself out.
After some time ha passed, I awoken to the same familiar feeling, yet this time with people looming over me. A person ,presumably my doctor, had his hand on my chest, from where I could feel a cool energy radiating from.
"O zunir, veshat Tu?" The doctor said while keeping a calm look on his face.
I gulped and looked at him weird.
I crunched up and knocked his hand out and tried to run.
"O zunir! Mekarn Tu!" The doctor said as he caught my wrist.
I looked at him with fear and put the final part of my plan together, "Who- who are you?" I said with a higher pitched voice and a scared look on my face.
I scanned their faces to look for answers.
I had two things I wanted to do with this, 1) find out if English could be , somehow, a language in this world. And 2) if it isn't, create some kind of confusion and make it seem like I'm speaking gibberish in hope that they think that I lost my memories....or mind.
When I look at their faces, pure confusion is met. The doctor's golden brown eyes looked over rme with concerns... Yet a bit of malice as well.
Whatever I don't have ime to figure that out yet. When I look at them again, the doctor now says something to the guards and gets them to leave and looks back with his arms in the air, making him look harmless.
'Ah, since I acted like I'm scared, he's making himself look harmless. Good method of making people who don't know you, be more fond of you.'
"O zunir, Vel Tu revezan?... Grath Tu mekarun zan?" The doctor said, eyeing me warily.
Considering I had no idea what he meant. I began thinking. ' Since it's a questioning tone, he's probably asking me about... Something. The problem is, what could he be asking about. Is he asking if I understand him?'
I quietly calm myself and start gesturing.
I point at him, then my brain, then I shake my head, implying 'i don't understand what your saying...'
"Vek tu faran zan zavaren?" The man asks questioningly again, but when he sees I'm still confused, he gestures as well. He first points to my head, then towards gestures to everything else, then again looks towards me with a questioning look, before going back to neutral again.
'....hmmm, do I have any recollection of these events? Is that what he is asking me? Well, I will just shake my head no'
I shake my head then he puts his hand on his chin, then looks at me then again gestures.
He points at me then, he points at the bed, he then nods, again he gestures to the rest of the room and then shakes his head.
'Ah, I should stay in this be and not go anywhere' I no my head ye ten watch him turn his back and leave.
After 2 hours and 33 minutes and 42 seconds later, he returned with a stern looking lady besides him.
He gestures to her and then to my head and then makes his hand bigger.
'She will make me smarter? Or she will make me have my memories again' I nervously shake my head yes, as he smiles calmly at me.
"Veshat tu hra tir?" The sten lady asks with a worried expression.
"Gorveshat zun, fran ru zavaren. Vekar tares, if ru zakrakar, grath zan nukth falth." The man says while looking down, wistfully.
The stern lady nods and turns her attention to me and raises a photograph.
In it, there is a man, with wild hair, a crown and a big sword. Next to him are three women, who hold onto him as he is sitting down. And in the very front are nine children, one, the youngest looking,who looks very much like me.
'I see. It seems as if I am... A part of a royal family. Then is that giant beast of a man my dad? And the women his concubines?'
She starts pointing at the people in the picture and looks at me questioningly as If asking, 'do you recognize them?' I shake my head no and she goes throigh everyone, my head doing the same gesture. Eventually, she points at me and finally, I nod.
The lady stands up and looks at the doctor before giving a nod as the doctor nods back. Te doctor leaves whereas the woman opens a book and shows... A fruit? It looks like a mango but it's stem is longer and it's leaves are thicker. The shape also is quite different. Underneath the picture there are a symbol of runic words I do no understand
She points at the thing and says, "kra-thel, Kra-thel" while pointing at the runes and enunciating all the words.
'Shes teaching me...' I think to myself and grin internally. I look at her and she repeats, "Kra-Thel, krathel" again. And I follow after her.
"Krathel" she nodded and turned the page.
And fron that day on, for at least a month straight, Ms. Zelrik I learned, taught me the basics of the Dru-Korthar language, named after the Royal family, my family. My name, which was...surprising to say the least was Uriel as well. This was a really really shocking news. I theorized about it all night, but I figured I should shelf this until I learn a lot more about this world.
From what I learned, this language is a harsh-sounding, complex system with a phonetic runic script. It follows a Subject-Verb-Object order, has Latin-like noun cases, intricate verb conjugations, extensive word formation rules, and formal/informal speech distinctions.
Each rune represents a single sound. The language has hard consonants and deep vowels, creating a rough, guttural tone.
Consonants include:
Stops: K, T, P, D, G, B
Fricatives: Z, S, V, F, X, SH, KH (as in "Bach")
Liquids/Nasals: R, L, M, N
Clusters: KR, GR, XT, SHK
Vowels include
Primary: A, O, U (dominant, deep sounds)
Secondary: E, I (less common, used for inflection)
Diphthongs: AE, AU, EI (gliding vowels).
The nouns and casings, which aren't gendered were also similar to German.
For example:
Nominative (subject): Zun kragar. → "The leader fights."
Accusative (object): Vek zun kragan. → "I see the leader."
Genitive (possession): Kragoth zunir. → "The war of the leader."
Dative (indirect object): Drekh vekaren zunat. → "The lord gives sight to the leader."
Instrumental (means): Drakar mekun. → "He fights with a sword."
Locative (place): Zun kragar lokrun. → "The leader fights in the fortress."
Ablative (motion away): Zun dran kragath. → "The leader flees from battle."
Vocative (direct address): O zun, veZelk tu! → "O leader, look!"
There were three verb classes:
1. Strong Verbs: Stem change (e.g., drak → drok "fought")
2. Weak Verbs: Regular endings (e.g., vek → vekar "saw")
3. Mixed Verbs: Partial stem changes (e.g., fran → fronir "broke"
The tenses were also included.
Present: Drakar. → "I fight."
Past: Drokar. → "I fought."
Future: Drukar. → "I will fight."
Imperative: Drak! → "Fight!"
Subjunctive: vath drakei, torin grukar. → "If I were to fight, I would win."
Word Formations include:
Compound Words: Krag ("war") + zun ("leader") → kragzun ("warlord")
Prefixes:
za- (negation) → zakrag ("no war")
gor- (intensifier) → gorvek ("to deeply see")
tra- (opposite) → trakun ("to unmake, destroy")
Suffixes:
-uk (causative) → kraguk ("to cause war")
-on (passive) → kragon ("to be fought")
-ir (diminutive) → kragir ("small battle")
-oth (abstract noun) → kragoth ("warfare")
Pronouns aren't too complicated.
Singular: Za ("I"), Tu ("You"), Ru/ra/ri ("He/She/It")
Plural: Zan ("We"), Tun ("You all"), Run ("They")
Formal & Informal Speech
Informal: Short pronouns, direct verbs (Tu vek? → "You see?")
Formal: Extended pronouns and polite markers (Turo vekaren? → "May you see?")
Honorific Titles:
-zan (general respect) → Turzan ("Respected one")
-drekh (high authority) → Voldrekh ("Great leader")
-kaaz (royalty) → Rakaaz ("The King")
-vorr (priest) → Zuvorr ("High priest")
Example Sentence
"Za drakar kragoth lokrun, vekar turzan."
→ "I fight in the war, and I see the honored one."
The language in this country stems from the fact that around 250-ish years ago.., oh wait! Also, a day is around 30 hours of earth hours, and a year is about 273.75 earth days.
Anyways, around 250 years ago, the current royal family, were peasants, so they revolted against the previous monarchy then steeped up to the throne themselves. My father is the son of the rebel leader.
Also, magic is real! Because why the fuck not! Imagine my surprise when I saw Ms.Zelrik, create a small flame on her hand.
Flashback....
(ALL THE CONVERSATION IS TRANSLATED SOMEWHAT ACCURATELY TO THE ENGLISH COUTERPART)
"Now, to magick lesson. Magic use to transfer mana to other element. All thing have mana, thing used to transform magic, some have less some have more. Not yet get ahead, so only small demonstration now..."
As she said those words, she closed her eyes and put her hand out. After a while, a small spark of flame came out of her hand.
I could not believe my eyes, my mouth agape, I tried to formulate how the fuck this coul bepossible, before shelving that thing along with a trillion other things, to the back of my mind so that I could read in detail after I fully learn the language.
Flashback end...
Magic is kinda like life energy, kinda not. Not having much mana would suck but it wouldn't kill you, your lifespan would be normal. However, people with massive mana reserves fully live on for hundreds of years, even in this age of low hygiene. My grandfather died only at 281 years old and my father is 151 years old currently
I also lost weight. I ordered my maids to bring me less food while simultaneously exercising and doing cardio workouts in my room. I wasn't able to go out yet, don't know why. The maids also have a strange behaviour. Out of the hundred of maids at the estate, only one, the original maid who found me, attend me at all. The only other people that come around are the doctor, Thun Morkar and Ms, Zelrik.
Today, after finally 3 months of studying an exercising I get to go out. I have been brought out by my father, the king, Vorgthrak Dru-Korthar the second.
I glance at the mirror and see the boy's body.
It's weight was all gone. It was now muscular and lean, capable of more physical activities than even my previous life. It was a little bit taller at about 5'8. It seems like the body's 18th birthday just happened a few months prior, though it wasn't of much significance in this world where adulthood is typically started at 15 for commoners and 25 for nobles. The boy's hair was....unique. it was white, like the entire royal family but only the boy, now if th other siblings, had highlights of back at the end of the hair. Hell, this body also had different eye colour than the rest of his family. This body had pitch black eyes whereas the other members had some shade of blue. It was strange and none of the people I talk to would explain it to me.
Anyways, i was wearing a long, black and white coat with intricate silver and gold detailing. The coat has a high collar and is adorned with ornamental patterns that represent water, the element that is closely related to our nation and royal family, considering that my father, the king's main element was water and that our swordsmanship also contained the smoothness and strength of water.
Underneath the coat, I'm wearing a fitted dark vest over a white dress shirt with ruffled cuffs. My pants are sleek and tailored, matching the black tones of my coat. Accessories include a decorative brooch and several rings of magical power.
Again giving myself look over made me feel a bit proud of myself. Back in my old life, I could not give a shit less about fashion. My life was dedicated to only science and science and nothing else. No social life, no hobbies. Just science science science.
Whatever, I walk out of my room for the first time since I got to this world and look around. All the servants look at me with fear, making me confused as I continue walking to the throne room. I look out the window and se a beautiful garden with a wide range of flowers.
'Those sur are pretty.... That purple one ould really suit Ms. Zelrik.' I thought as I look forward again to find my eyes locked firmly at the door.
The guards who see me give me a slight bow before opening the gates, and I see him. This body's father.
Looking at him gave me a bad vibe. I was walking closer and I only felt his cold eyes on me grow stronger and stronger until I reach about 5 meters away from him and I kneel.
"You lost your memories?" The voice was instant, my body fell forward and I struggled to breathe, the pure strength in his voice made me buckle and sweat.
I looked up and gazed into the king's eyes. That was the worst mistake of my life. His eyes pored into myself soul it felt. My insides were churning and I was about to throw up. I Try and look around and see that only I had been affected, not Dr. Morkar, who had a thin layer of... Light blue particles the same colour as my father's.
"So? I asked you a question" The same booming voice asked.
"I-Im sorry Father. Y-Yes, I lost ...ack! My...my memories! I have no knowledge of who I was or where I was!" I stammered finally getting my voice out.
"...I see... Thun, tell him what kind of bastard he was." My father said speaking to Dr. Thun.
"A-are you-" The doctor was quickly shut up when my father glared at him.
He sighed as he approached me and put an an around my shoulder and got me up from the ground. I was covered in sweat, my forehead gleaming.
I'm really interested to know what sort of person this body was, especially seeing as how his own father called him a bastard.
"Young master.... You.... You were a real piece of work. You...were an absolute pushover with no spine to those stronger than you, and a tyrant menace to those weaker. You treated servants like toys and you broke them, repeatedly. You...have killed around 13 servants of this mansion due to your abhorrent behaviour. Just recently after your birthday, you had almost died after overdosing on recreational drugs. You...also tried to rape and sexually assault a duke's daughter after that party "
I... Was quite shocked. I looked over at father and quickly avoided my eyes as I look down at his body's hands.
I always knew he wasn't that good a person, it wouldn't make sense for a kind and good person surrounded by those who fear him. But...this... I am desensitized to violence. I am someone who has seen the worst dredges of humanity, and this body.... Definitely deserves to be out in the bottom of the pits of hell for his crime....
"I.... I see. Why.... Did father not stop me?" I asked gathering my confidence and looking over at father, who along with the doctor looked quite surprised before going back to his cod and icy stare.
He raised his hand and surrounded me with the same blue light as the doctor.
"Why should I be responsible for you. Your actions have nothing to do with me. Unless you threaten this kingdom or this family, your actions do not matter." My father coldly looked into my eyes as he said this.
"You don't care about the several servants who died here? The fact that I almost raped a woman?" I say while looking at him incredulously.
"...I don't care about the servants, though I did punish you for the attempted rape. Listen son, the deaths of those servants althought lamentable are common. The strong eat the weak, it is the law of the jungle in this world." The king said as he closed his eyes.
'Ah... I see. So this son of a bitch is just a prideful leader who probably only cares about strength, right?' I think as I look at him with a blank expression.
"Anyways, with the concern of your memory, no one shall find out your memory was gone. It would be a blow to our nation if someone found out that a royal prince had lost his memories after an overdose. Got it?" The king said
We both nod and the king also nods. "Both of you are free to go, dismissed"
With that said, me and the doctor both silently walk together, my mind thinking, 'i see, the original body probably died after overdosing which caused my soul to be able to take control of the vessel. The water poured out but the cup was still there.'
"Young master, I have to ask. Are you alright? When I first checked your stomach your soul was all messed up and could barely be held together." The doctor said worried.
"...I have to ask doctor, why did you save me? I was absolute trash of the trash. A flaming pile of human garbage, why help?"
"It's simple, it's my job."
"...I see, well I have to thank you" I turn around and look him in the eyes and bow, "and I also apologise for my behaviours before"
"Young master, please get up." The doctor quickly made me stand up straight.
"A-anyways, you need to rest, the overdose could still be affecting your body."
"Ok, doc, I will" I say before going to my room and shutting the door.
I sit down on my bed and think, 'What do I want to do in this life? I.... Don't know. I barely lived a life in the previous one... Should I....try science again? No matter how much I try and think, science is the only answer. It is the solution to everything.... Ok. I go it. I... I will study everything I will gain the knowledge of all the fields of science and magic, but, I will not consume my life for it. I want to live, I want to love, I wanna have friends, I wanna laugh, I wanna cry. I... Wanna be a human!'