What next?
I am different so I thought about the people who owe me, money I have in my account which I should have spent on my security but I didn't and that sonofabitch killer I should have blown before he killed me.
Well, what can I say... these are the regrets you can expect from a forty year old politician, who was blown to bits by a self righteous dumbass. Accepted, I siphoned some money from public funds, might have even ended lives or career of a few competitors or took some money from capitalist lobbies but these things are to be expected of a politician, isn't it?
Now though who cares? I am dead.
I am somewhere now in a dark space so no sense of time or vision, but probably moving. Now what to do about my boring life, probably remember my life, right?
Right...
So let me think, rich childhood, um, no hardship. Top of the class from topmost college in the world and a successful politician before this tragedy...so, yep, smooth sailing life.
I think I have a few.. nah, I don't think I have any regrets. Might have married though, hmm..maybe have a few kids.
Ah, maybe next time! Now, I am dead, got to act like one. Yep, and here goes my plan..
Sometime later, I started feeling motion around me. As for how later who knows? It's not like I am busy and have to attend meeting. I feel a weird sensation coming though slowly back in my body... hmm I am dissolving, no probably, someone is pressing on me, hmm someone seems to bludgeoning me, what the... someone hit me?
Souls can feel?
What see too?
Where is this bright white light coming from? Hmm, oh I can see.. maybe eyes.. Ah, I can open my eyes.
Fuck! let me first kill that sonofabitch shooter.
No, I seem to be in hospital bed but this looks like a room. The first thing I see after opening my eyes is a grand chandelier.
Where then? And who is sleeping over me?
The views are a bit blurry but seems to be a child. Oh well, maybe those get well soon kids. They should have cameras around.. should be gentle with the kid.
"Hey, Kid!"
Wrong, the voice is all wrong. Maybe.. shit,
New life, no who is born like this.. reincarnation, transmigration, time travel, soul possession. Shit, it really happens. Even god is pulling political stunts or what?
The child is moving. Well, who is she?
Ah..ah yes, late memory transfer of previous body owner...so now the answer to question about my identity, this room an...
Oh! Oh!
I am a wizard.
So, I am now in body of O'Shea Wyllt and the log lying over me is Shayna Wyllt, twelve years younger, whole three years of cuteness. We are the children of Elaine Rayne and Arzan Wyllt. Well, supposedly the body I am in, was recreating a ritual for some strengthening magic but the ritual failed and though no immediate effect was seen but the soul consciousness dispersed over time, resulting in my crossover.
Now, as a politician what is the first thing to do? Adapt, so the boy died, I got a body and now I am to adventure in the name of O'shea. But, surprisingly even though I have not read Harry Potter very clearly but I am quite certain that here a few different things from the book which everyone on my home world was so fond of. For example Wyllt family, which I am born in is one of the major power brokers in the world here. We are a continental powerhouse here in Europe, with more than seventy high wizards, thirteen warlocks and seven archmages. If what this boy recalls is correct then we are one of the finest, not only in England but all of the world.
But what use is , heh, so much power in secret that you can't proect your direc descendant? Now that I am here occupying the body of their descendant should I start my world conquest? First I need to control this family and start with my so called parents and this kid.
"Fuck, I am going to conquer this family and then slowly the whole world shall tremble beneath my awesomeness. My dreams of past life will be completed in this life."
I got to throw this kid off me first. What a healthy child! Parents here have no shame or what these days...so much food in out of three years old kids' body. Got to make her slimmer, at least she will be useful for political connections...
The politician was starting his fantastic political journey before he suddenly went blind, his eyes stopped working. Fresh from a death, he panicked when he felt his body losing control, he was feeling as he was dissolving in water. But it was not his body dissolving but rather his soul.
"Rule and capture this and that in my family..."A middle aged man sitting back farther in the same mountain range behind the house in which the now soulless boy was sleeping snorted. As for what and when, who knows?
Sometimes later, the dead boy with his soul now restored reoccupied his body but when he woke up with a start, pain wrecked him all over. From the near death experience to the dreaded pain of breaking and molding his soul, it all hit him at once and he fainted.
A few hours later when he woke up again, he felt something poking his face, but rather than pain and everything else the first thing he felt was bliss. Not because the pain was gone not either because he felt his magic stronger, no, because his sister was awake and she was the one poking him.
He opened his eyes slowly and saw the cherubic fella nearly going to cry. When she saw him awake she readily burst into tears.
"Meawie...ywu not gwtting wup. I fweel scawed"
Oh dear, the poor fella has came at night to sleep with her brother but when she woke up in the morning, her brother was not getting up when she was trying to talk to him so she was going to now he woke up and her little heart still wants to cry. Dear lord, what a cute fellow.
Let us get her quiet first or mother will start breaking my legs just like my soul. My sister was after all ancestor level cutie of the family.
"Little baby, brother was playing. Don't cry. You will not look pretty if you cry. Mother will beat me again when you cry, so don't cry alright. You don't want mother to beat me, right Sha? Let's play castles today alright. Brother will make a super castle for you after breakfast alright. Come on smile.. yes yes..see how pretty you look when you smile."
"Dow I lwook as pwetty as mowther?"
The lisp was nearly gone now that the little fella stopped crying, but still a little hiccup remained. How Cute!