Hi, everyone reading this. This is my first fanfic so I thought I'd give it a try. Feedback would be nice but please, have mercy :')

I appologize for any grammatical/spelling errors. I probable made a few since English is not my first language.

I hope you'll enjoy it :)

Chapter 1

The first 8 months were the calmest months she experienced in this new life. Unable to form any clear thoughts,her brain was flooded by feelings and instincts. Days came and went, so did the three figures by her side and the liquid food every five hours. She slept, she filled her diaper, ate, slept some more and then she did it all over again. All the while feeling confused and tired. Nothing really captured her attention, which wasn't problematic at all since somehow she was still being fed and taken care of. The only thing worth looking at was the spinning baby toy that someone had conveniently placed directly above her for her to stare at. Sometimes the figures tried entering her field of vision. There were three that kept coming back, there was a man, a woman and some short person that the others referred to as Hector. They changed her, fed her and sometimes tried to capture her attention. But whenever someone took her from her place and away from the toy she would just try to nap just long enough. And would usually wake up back in her spot.
After 8 months of being trapped in the peaceful routine of an infant the yhoughts came, and with them came panic, pain, loneliness and realization. They had always been there, but the mental capacity to understand them had been absent till now. She wasn't were she was supposed to be. Upon further inspection, it became clear she wasn't having a fucked-up dream, or a delusion or any other kind of weird full body fata morgana. She was completely awake and aware. She tried pinching herself but quickly realized that she couldn't reach her arm due to the large amount of cloth wrapping her body up in a tiny bundle. After thoroughly inspecting the rest of her body and her surroundings she could only come to one dreadful conclusion.
'I'm a baby.'
She had died, and this trapping ,yet comforting routine that she had been enjoying for the past few months wasn't the afterlife. It was just the day to day life of an infant.
Unable to move or talk, she turned to the only option she had to show her extreme discomfort, crying.
For a full week she cried and when she couldn't produce any more tears she screamed. At first the three figures had been clearly distressed and a fourth person in white was brought into the room. However, after some intense inspecting and waving with some stick it appeared that 'nothing was wrong'. The babe was left alone once again in her crib, where it contemplated the memories she already had.

Is this reincarnation? She thought. How can I be a baby if I was a adult just a little while ago? When it came to it , she realized that her grip on time had slipped a bit, and she couldn't really figure out how long she had enjoyed this little baby sized prison. How did I die then? She tried, maybe thinking down a different path would get her some info. But she couldn't remember a thing about her life before but that she had lived it.' So I'm going to get all of the cons and non of the advantages of being reincarnated…lucky me' She thought. Even though her past life was clouded in amnesia a feeling of world weary-ness washed over her. The only thought droning though her mind was 'Why?'. Why her, when she wasn't happy with these new arrangements at all. Couldn't they just fill up this new body with the soul of someone who would be excited about a do-over. Once again she started softly weeping , and silently wishing for some celestial being to come by and tell her: 'LOL JK , I'll just take you up to the pearly gates and see you off.'
Such a being never came.

After three days of this, tiredness took over and she started to inspect her new situation. After all this time, she never really took the time to stare anywhere other than the spinning baby toy hung directly above her.
The room where she had spent the last months had been painted like the sky, with white clouds above her head and orange tints of a sunset on the wall to her left. One cloud that sort off looked like a bunny had been painted right above her crib.
Her crib was the first thing you would see when you entered the room and was positioned with the head end to the wall. On the left there was a huge window which curtains had been closed since she'd been there. On the right there stood a rocking chair and a baby changing table.
The newfound lack of tears had apparently alerted the shorter one of the figures, Hector. Not 10 minutes after she'd stopped crying, he entered her room, interrupting her analysis of her room. Suddenly, her attention was completely focused on him. 'Are you alright lady Mel'. So, her name was Mel, huh. He picked her up and started smelling her diaper. Being higher up gave her a good view of his face and she would have burst out in tears again if she wasn't totally beat. His eyes and ears were enormous, his nose stuck out a couple of inches and his skin was wrinkly and grey. 'What the fuck.' she murmured, which came out as 'wwwehwhhww'. After the first few seconds of shock she realized she didn't really care anymore. Things were already at uncharted levels of wierdness and she honestly couldn't gather the emotional energy necessary to be suprised.
Or so she thought. Seeing that when he started levitating some diapers to the changing station, her mouth suddenly lost the ability to stay shut.
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How could she have missed this. Every time she got changed, she just completely missed the creepy dwarf levitating the baby stuff. He calmly changed the shocked baby, blissfully unaware of the chaos and panic that was going on inside the child's head. 'You must be hungry ' the dollar store gollum said, and Mel was barely able to process what had come out of his mouth before he levitated her back into the crib and left the room.
She needed a break. To stop any further incoming stimuli from entering her field of vision she started staring at the ceiling. It took a few seconds of staring for her to realize that her ceiling was darker than it was before. The sunset-orange didn't tint the walls anymore and the sky blue had started to darken. Come to think of it the clouds had changed position too. The bunny clouds she had first seen above her had now moved to the corner of the room.

Her ceiling's sky was moving.

She quickly closed her eyes. 'nope nope nope, this is not happening. Being reincarnated I can somewhat accept. But being a schizophrenic reincarnated baby. Nope, nope, a thousand times nope. The situation is already bad enough[CR1] .' Hector once again entered the room and she felt her body being lifted again. Though she really didn't want to face this fucked-up form of reality anymore, she had to admit. She was hungry. So, she accepted the bottle that was being shoved in her face and tried to be as open minded as possible for now. Whatever she had learned about this new life had come from this one room. There was a whole world out there probably filled with this crazy stuff. If she wanted to avoid having a little baby-heart-attack she would have to calm down and accept everything that was thrown at her. Go with the flow

She was almost full when her someone else appeared in the door opening.

'Has she stopped crying Hector?', She heard.

'Yes master, she has stopped fifteen minutes ago, I'm just feeding her.' Hector replied. The man stepped into the room. He walked over to her crib and as soon as she could she looked him over from his shoes to his hair, stopping at his eyes and the stick he had tied to his thigh in some sort of stick-holster. 'Is this my new dad?' She thought to herself. 'Why would someone tie a stick to his leg ?' He was reasonably tall, with dark blond hair and light blue eyes that were analyzing her in the same manner that she was analyzing him. He frowned and reached for her to lift her up. Both didn't break the eye contact and his frown deepened. 'What got you so upset before, Melisandre?' he asked the wide-eyed babe. And though he didn't get a worded response Mel let out a well pronounced 'aaaaaahhh' which was a lot more than he expected from the eight-month-old baby. She hadn't responded this enthusiastically to his presence since she had been born. For months the child had been mostly silent and non-responding which had caused him and his wife concern for her mental capabilities. Limited mental capacities would severely limit her future potential in the life they had set out for her and finding a suitable match for a birdbrained girl could be a tough task.
Her eyes dropped down to the stick tied to his thigh, and he followed her gaze, amused by her sudden interest in him. 'My wand huh'. This time the baby frowned, 'wand? What, does he think he's a wizard? 'She quickly realized that this could be an actual possibility. What's to stop a wizard from existing in this world/room where telekinetic midgets existed. Out of curiosity she tried reaching for it. Perhaps this new father figure would be as kind as to give a small demonstration of its use, upon seeing his daughters interest in the object.
Happy to oblige he sat down on the chair, put her on his legs and got out his wand. Amused, he watched the little hands touch the object, while her chubby face started to look disappointed and bored once again. 'Watch closely' he said and he waved his wand, creating red, blue and purple sparks that filled the room like fireworks. If her little face had looked interested before, it now looked completely baffled. And the new-found father couldn't help letting a chuckle escape. Thousands of thoughts were buzzing through her mind. How had he done this, and could she as well. She quickly reached out for the wand once more, intent on waving it by herself. But her father quickly put his wand away again. 'Sorry Mel, but you'll have to put wand waving on hold till you're eleven. To his surprise his daughter got teary eyed again upon hearing this.
'What am I supposed to do until that time comes?' She thought. She had spent the past months lifelessly staring at her baby toy and now that she was able to form coherent thoughts again, she wasn't looking forward to the next months if they would be filled with the same lifeless staring. Alarmed and afraid of a new week-long crying marathon her father put her down in her bed again, turned off the lights and quickly left the room.
She was left in silence and darkness, and she promptly felt a bitter sting of betrayal.
He had shown her something so wonderful, instantly taken it away from her grasp and left her alone in her crib. Hours passed and the darkness meanwhile did nothing but remind her of her loneliness. The realization dawned on her that this was her new life. Even though she couldn't really remember a family from before, her outlook on her future family life became bleak. Her father couldn't deal with his own crying child, Hector appeared to be some form of glorified nanny, and her 'mother' hadn't even checked up on her since she had stopped making a racket.
She was alone. Even though this world was magic, she was stuck as an infant. Incapable of any tricks, and thought of as a mindless bag of organs that would hurt itself once left alone with potentially dangerous objects. 'Go with the flow' The one-liner once again entered her mind and she couldn't really think of a better option. So she went back to staring at the ceiling.
'I'll just watch the clouds this time.'