(Hey guys this is gonna be an isekai so if you don't like that crap then I'd go elsewhere, but for all of you who stayed please sit back and enjoy the read)

Death

It's an inevitability that no one can escape, it truly is horrifying to think of.

To think that Life would disappear so quick- truly, it was an enigma. I didn't die from anything serious, well, it depends on the person's perspective. My father had asthma and through his genetic codes I had received it too. Unfortunately, between the two of us my chronic disease seemed to be even worse than his.

But despite having asthma that didn't stop me from having a pretty successful life, thank Christ for inhalers.

Let me rewind my tale to the end.

My name is Lucy; I was once the head doctor in this certain hospital and specialized in brain surgery I was pretty good at what I did, but after I had an asthma attack in the middle of a stressful surgery I stepped down and became a pharmacist in this backwater town.

Despite my job, I admit that I was crazy childish when I didn't have to be an adult, and wasted those times reading all sorts of manga and watching anime like the shameless otaku I was. I had a relatively normal household including an older brother, a younger sister and my parents.

Since my brother was often busy with his own life, coming to and from home spastically, I tended to be the one that my mother relied on when it came to financial support, which I didn't mind since I liked spending money for my family's sake.Thanks to my job I rarely had time to socialize like any other normal human being out there, so my social skills weren't that praise worthy but I really can't say that I regretted much.

So when I died, I found out I regretted a shit ton.

It was the end of the day; I was all I had to do was close the shop cause my boss the one who was supposed to close it tonight called sick. It was late night and I wanted to get back home as fast as possible, getting a cab was shit at these hours here and I never felt fine being away from home too long, away from people I trust and felt familiar with. Paranoid, yes, but I heard enough stories about rape and hold ups on these dark nights to paint that image in my head. So I was in such a hurry to lock the door that I didn't realize that I wasn't the only person on the street anymore.

I only noticed when I felt a gun muzzle being pressed against my head.

Fuck

"Open the damn door," The thief, a man, probably in the thirty's or older from what my panicking mind could tell, said as he shoved the muzzle harder on the back of my head, I gulped as I fiddled with the keys in my hands in panic, doing what he ordered me to do.

Fuck!

The man pushed me inside and tied my hands with rope, only then did he turn his head to get the numerous medicines and drugs stacked on top of the shelves in an orderly fashion into a large, burlap sack, not caring which one he was getting. In the back of my mind, I noticed the desperate, frantic look in his eyes and realized that this man was a drug addict.

This just furthered my panic, I wanted to get out as soon as possible.

I fiddled with the rope binding my wrists, they were surprisingly loose. The guy didn't have any experience with binding people yet or was just that desperate for drugs that he rushed, either way that's good. I carefully undid the knot without letting the man know. Once it was done, I slowly took the phone in my pocket, I have to run, but I have to tell my Boss first, I don't want the consequences of me leaving the shop with a thief inside to bite me in the ass when this is all over.

Don't want to lose my job after all.

[Thief] I texted the single word and sent to my boss, knowing that it was enough to set off the alarms that needed to be set off. When I noticed the thief going inside our storage rooms, I leaped into action and opened the hidden compartment under the cash register and took out my Boss' trank gun.

Apparently, it wasn't the first time thieves would try to rob us, since we were placed in a rather questionable neighborhood with many a drug addict. So Boss would keep a tranquilizer gun to subdue them, he even taught us how to use it and where to get it in case we end up in a desperate situation.

Just like this one.

I held the gun in my left hand as I crept into the room, my heart beating fast and my mind telling me to stop being a Fucking Idiot and run already!

Yeah, my flight or fight is kinda bullshit.

I heard shuffling in one of the rooms and peeked inside, finding the man shoving everything in. Okay Lucy, you can do this, you won't die, and you won't kill, just shoot the guy with the zapper and holy fuck he's turning around!

I shot in fright, barely hitting the man's neck. Yes! A hit! I saw the man slump slowly to the ground as my worries evaporated and made way to pride a relief. God! It's over! I did it! Now I can go ho-

A gunshot was heard, followed by an intense pain. I looked down to where the pain was, and realized that it was coming from the bleeding hole in my mid section, I looked up and saw the man holding his gun, pointed at me, before slumping completely and falling unconscious.

God…no

God, nonononononono!

Why?!

WHY?!

From what I could tell he didn't hit anything vital but I was bleeding profusely and as if the universe was trying to fuck me I started having an asthma attack, crying in pain as the bleeding continued and I couldn't breath, why didn't I run?! I'm so stupid! Now I'm going to die! I'm going to fucking die!

I'm going to die before I could see my brother graduate

I'm going to die before I see my sister get married

I'm going to die before we could go abroad like I promised

I'm going to die before I could get home

Fuck…

I don't want to die.

This sucks…

No…

But in the end, everything was enveloped in shadows.

There are things in the world that have yet to be understood by us humans. Things like the mysteries of space to which came first the chicken or the egg. Still, mankind has fought to understand them.

But there were some things that were just truly incomprehensible to the human mind.

The afterlife, I suppose, is one of them.

There were many before our birth who thought to give people an image of what the afterlife would be like, from the gates of heaven and hell, to the endless cycle of reincarnation towards the path to Nirvana.

Humans have given humans their own view of what comes after life.

For me…

I remember nothing, suffocating nothing.

I tried to scream, but I had no throat. I tried to cry, but I had no eyes. I had tried to struggle in this empty void, but I had neither arms nor legs to call my own. I had searched to see something, but saw nothing. I had searched to hear something, but heard nothing. I had searched within myself for even a trace of something, but found nothing.

No matter how hard I tried, there was absolutely nothing to find, just a single speck of consciousness against a sickening lack of anything. It was not warm, not cold, not frightening, and not pleasant. It's simply is.

For this…was death…

Than…slowly, I saw a small glowing bird flutter past me it looked so familiar, I reached out to it, not wondering why I couldn't see my hand, or where the bird like creature came from, and followed it through the black void in an almost desperate manner.

That single bird was like the sun finally coming to greet me.

Then more appeared, then more, until a path of white birds was made, I followed the path to a white light.

I saw a hand grabbing hold of mine. And a voice seemed to whisper to me.

…what is this…? It feels…so warm…

Then it vanished

…Huh…?

I was scared, what happened to the light? What happened to me? I felt myself being enclosed into a tight and murky space. I started panicking – I felt relieved since it meant I could feel again. What's happening?! I suddenly felt so sluggish and weak. I wriggled and kicked, but I couldn't seem to do anything. I couldn't even open my eyes.

I couldn't do anything but sleep.

After who knew how long, I started hearing voices, muddled and unclear. What's happening out there? Why are they keeping me in here? I tried screaming, but it was no use, forget speaking, it hurt to even open my mouth. The only solace I had were those mysterious white birds that led me to this situation. I really want to remember what they were, but for some reason, I couldn't. They were the only things keeping my sanity from cracking completely.

I remember seeing them somewhere, but where?

I was eventually let out, but not in the way I expected…

First, the bird like things started fluttering around me, like it was protecting me or something. I then felt my body being squeezed through something, and something in my belly button being cut off, before being handed to a pair of warm arms. I would have been hysterical at the moment, I mean I just felt a body part being removed but I didn't, because something in the back of my mind recounted the events that happened in horror.

Squeezes, part cut off, being small enough to be handed to someone.

God, I would have never graduated from medical school – from high school – if I didn't recognize the procedure of childbirth.

And I'm the child .

What. The. Fucking. Hell. Happened?!

You could guess my reaction once I realized just where I was before this all happened.

Okay, deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Inhal- Oh fucking dammit! I give up! Infants can't even breath properly yet! Gaaaah!

I did not take being reborn lightly.

Positive though it seems begin reborn has cleared me of that pesky asthma but that one positive did not help at all with all that was happening.

Okay, Lucy, think. You're capable of that, right?! (Although it should be impossible for a baby whose brain is still developing to have this much stored already, I will get to the bottom of that one day) Let's do a recap before your brain gets overloaded from the situation! What happened?! Okay, I was closing the shop cause boss told me to, and then-

A robber shot me I started bleeding out, had an asthma attack and then I died.

…well that was the definition of shit in a bombshell.

I wanted to scream in mutiny. Because what the fuck, life?! Why'd I have to die in the first place?! I was only twenty two! Twenty Two! I had a family, a life, Why me?.

God, what would my family do if they find out?! Dad's going to get a stroke again and mom might go in depression and get addicted to anti depressants again we just got her clean too! Who would pay for my sis's tuition fee?! Who would be there if dad gets stroke again?! I don't even know if my bro can handle the expenses! Gah, this was not the time to die! Of all the fucking times!

Well at least I only died by gunshot/asthma attack-

No. Bad, Lucy. Bad.

Gah…hah…hah….Deep breath, Lucy…deep breath…

Before I knew it I was bombarded by heavy scents, loud screaming-my entire sensory system was on overload and I struggled like a vicious madman, but I was once again rendered useless when a strong grip pulled me up and everything turned upside down for me.

I didn't know why I could describe it well, but the sound of the wind, the smell of many people (forested scent?), and many more. Though, I still couldn't open my eyes properly, only peeking, but the strong array of light made my eyes hurt too much, so that left me blind for the moment.

For one thing I was glad about, and that was the place I was in was way more spacious than before.

..unfortunately, I was at the mercy of these people. To my utmost shock and embarrassment someone slapped my naked butt cheeks hard, making me gasp out in humiliation and then even worse I started crying uncontrollably.

Things were becoming chaotic and left me with more and more questions. Then big arms turned me up and cradled me close, where I could literally hear the soft beating of a heart. Strangely, it soothed me and the smell and warmth coming from this person too.

"Shh. Everything will be alright, your safe here" came the strong, baritone voice from my holder.

hearing that rich voice and I instantly felt safe and protected, but for the love of God I didn't know why or how or when it happened. I felt the rush of the wind and suddenly I was in another set of arms. Strangely, this person's smell made me instantly calm down, even more so than the first person. But I scrunched my nose in disgust the moment I smelt a strong coppery scent; blood.

Almost, I almost started crying all over again, until the same womanly voice spoke up, "Shh. My beloved daughter, my darling Malia, you're safe."

A strange feeling within me burst out at the sound of that voice. This was ridiculous, I was a grown-up woman-mentally a least. And how dare that person slap my ass, I'd make him regret it the moment I could fight back. And why the hell could i be calmed down by a woman's voice who I had never heard of before?

The pile of absurdity was getting higher and I was being buried under it.

Another voice spoke up, the same baritone one from before, "This girl shall bring forth pride and honor to our clan."

"Indeed she will."

What were these insane people talking about? Pride? Honor? Clan?

Let me tell you; being confused is one thing, but being mind-fucked was painstakingly annoying and led to a throbbing headache. So, stubborn me wanted to see these psychopaths for myself. Keeping in mind that the light was too strong for my eyes, probably because I had been in that damned void from before, my eyes weren't used to it, I opened them slowly.

Flinching slightly when I opened them too fast, I tried again, calmed this time.

..and what I saw left me shocked till the core for above me were two unfamiliar blurry faces.

I stared at the unknown faces, trying to study the outlines of their faces, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not see their faces better, oh duh I can't I'm a new born baby again of course I can't see right now.

I didn't have any problem with my lungs, in fact, I felt even better than before. Never had I felt so at ease with my lungs, which was another strange phenomenon. And another addition for the piles and piles of questions that seemed to increase rapidly.

"I have a great feeling about this child, Mavis, a very great feeling."

And then I was pulled even closer towards the woman called Mavis, something strange was inserted inside of my mouth. To my increasing confusion a warm liquid caressed my taste buds, leaving me no choice but to swallow it. Strange, this almost tasted like ..milk? Hungry for more, I sucked more and more. This was horrifying-what was happening to me? Holy shit I know what this is.

This strong, healthy body that was foreign to me. These strange people who were treating me weirdly.

These overbearing senses of mine; smell and hearing mostly.

What the absolute fuck was going on here?

(6 months later)

A few months passed 6 if I'm correct, and holy shit the amount of mind fuckery that has happened to me over these past few months was almost over barring ok let's start from the top

One the so-called psychopaths as I had dubbed them were in reality my parents, which was strange since I already had parents. But that didn't even matter to them, I had tried talking to them, but only gibberish baby-talk left my lips, which begged the question did baby's always know how to talk but couldn't.

Two I'm gonna assume everyone knows what an isekai is, Yeah well THAT'S MY FUCKING SITUATION!!!, Yeah turns out I have been reinfuckingcarnated into the world of Magi the labyrinth of magic, so that's a thing, I'm mean it's not all bad I mean who doesn't want to be reincarnated into the world of one of there favorite anime, what's better I'm a fanalis I can tell cause of all the people surrounding me being the same.

You know red hair, red eyes, piercings on there bottom lips, almost all there names starting with M, it was all elementary my dear Watson, oh I always wanted to say that or think it anyway the reveal that I'm a fanalis in the world of Magi isn't even the biggest reveal

Turns out IM A FUCKING MAGI!!, you know sorcerers of creation those you choose the kings of this world, I know it sound crazy but when has a fanalis ever been born a wizard no never they have to little Magoi, and I can't be a first class singularity like Sinbad cause one that only happens every 1000 years and two he can't see the Rukh, so by process of elimination I am a Magi.

Now don't get me wrong on more then one occasion I had thought nah this is just a dream and I'll wake up any minute, I mean, really, who wouldn't question their sanity when they would be in my place?

But gradually on I accepted that I had been reborn into another body, a baby's body to be precise.

And though they were only theory's at the moment they would be confirmed a few years later.

(3 years later)

"Malia, what did I tell you about following me?" The giant red-haired man spoke in annoyance.

I stubbornly kept my gaze on him, crossing my arms and keeping eye contact with him never flinching. This kept going on until the person I referred to as papa sighed in defeat. "Fine, you can come, but don't get in the way."

Happily nodding, I trotted after him with my little feet. Papa always walked like a mighty and proud man, his strides shaking the earth underneath him. I really felt sorry for whoever dared to get in his way-he could be ruthless when angered, I could see it in his stormy eyes that would narrow like a hawk whenever one would say something he disagreed with.

A frown donned my face when papa suddenly stopped, making me bump into him. He turned around to face me with his calculating eyes, "Hmm...maybe I should start training you instead of letting you roam around like a wild monkey." He scratched his cheek, "Your nearly 4 years old thats a nice age to start your training."

Puffing my cheeks out in defiance, and ignoring his amused look, I glared at him, "I'm no monkey papa." But I was wondering what this training could entail since I had always dreamed of getting trained by father.

"No?"

"No." I repeated firmly, "I'm more like a lioness!"

He chuckled warmly and crouched down in front of me, the coldness from his eyes disappearing completely and a warmth that was only preserved for mother and I took its place. "How about we turn you into the Queen of the beasts?" It was more a question than an answer, but I really wanted to learn how to fight like the older boys.

This new life that had been given to me was amazing. I had no problems with my lungs, and my blindness was no blindness at all, but a temporary lack of sight, and the amazing psychical strength giving to me for being a fanalis it just ruled. Sure, at first I had been quiet, not talking to my parents, but slowly on I accepted them and the sincere love that they felt towards me.

Parental love was something that no one could fake and I fell victim to it, willingly so.

Sure, I missed my old family, in fact I thought of them on a daily basis. And somehow I knew they would want me to live this life to its fullest, to broaden my skills and do what my destiny called for since I couldn't do anything physically strenuous in my old life, not even running, or swimming (not that I didn't know how), or anything fun at all really, I even had to quit my dream job that I worked so hard to get. I had been a prisoner within my own body. And that crushed my Will to survive. I had nothing but trouble for my parents and brother all I did to help them is lend them money from time to time.

Begrudgingly, I was glad that I had died-I couldn't help it, but dying had refreshed and blasted all the worries away. Wow, I sure as hell sound like a masochist. Who'd want to die?

If people could read my mind they'd question whether I was going completely insane or not.

I blinked my eyes when I felt someone poking my forehead. "Wh-what?"

"You're spacing out, Malia, we talked about this" was my papa's reply.

Blushing, I mumbled an apology kicking the ground and focused my attention on my papa.

He accepted my apology and spoke up, "From today on we'll start you training. If you accept this, you'll have to finish it until the end. Only after agreeing to this condition will I train you. What shall your answer be?"

Without hesitating, I replied affirmatively, "yeah let's do it."

A tiny smile present on his face, "I didn't accept anything less from you, Malia."

I couldn't help it but his praises were really heart-warming. And not being able to suppress my childish actions, I hugged the person who I addressed as papa. After a few seconds, he patted my head fondly and took a step backwards. "This won't be fun at all you know."

"I do."

He continued, "You'll have to wake up fairly early."

"I don't care." I replied stubbornly giving him a mighty pout, with the furosity of a thousand kittens.

Chuckling, he ruffled my hair knowing how much it annoyed me and crossed his arms giving me a cheeky grin, "Today, we'll only start with the basics, like running."

And so I followed after him, through the wide, vast land filled with multiple, dangerous animals and large birds. This was how I started my training, this was how I started to acknowledge my life as Malia.

And by god it was going to be a life to live.

(Yes I've made a fanalis magi sue me, I want to make an op character it's an isekai you knew what you were getting into, so thanks for reading the first chapter and I hope you look forward to the next chapter)