Notes: I own nothing.
disclaimer: this is my attempt at a reincarnation/self insert/OC of a popular trope. it is most likely poorly written, but as it was intended that way telling me it was poorly written will make absolutely no difference.
Being a woman reincarnated as a baby is never fun.
Being reborn as boy is complicated.
Being reborn as a boy with a prophecy that puts a target on my head is worse.
Especially if you're a pacifist who really hates the idea of being a enclosed societies golden boy.
But I fought the war, run away when they tried to foist anunwanted title on me. Traveled the world, study different cultures and died at the ripe old age of 50 due to a failed ritual.
One would think that after completing one prophecy that fate would release you from being its bitch. But no, my "great Adventure" wasis far from over.
The next time I open my eyes was to a Grimm faced man, a dying woman and the strong smell of iron.
my first eloquent thought was,"oh shit."