there was, looking back at it now a rather peaceful time following his birth that lasted a good few Weeks.

He'd had suspicions about something being weird about this world since well as soon as he was born.

'I mean it was proof that reincarnation was true for crying out loud' he thought to himself as he studied the alcove to the window in front of him only at knee height for a grown man but for him a struggling challenge.

But since then his suspicions had become even more twisted as he realized that he wasn't only a baby again but that he was either in the worlds strangest cult where everyone acted like they were in the past or he'd be born sometime in the past.

It had taken him a while to decide that the lack of phones was due to more some odd chance but the constant use of oil lamps was definetly a tip off.

If he'd have to put a date to it he'd guess somewhere in the British islands due to the fact everyone spoke weird English but also in the 1300s from the lack of guns or cannon but also due to the impressive clothing and the nice glass products.

He really couldn't be more specific about the place or time he couldn't recognize any of the place names he had heard mentioned and as for time history had never been his best subject.

As a new born baby Harrold would be stuck between a rather limited range of activities few of which were pleasant. there was the time when he tried to move pretty difficult when you're learning to move all over again, every part of his body felt weird it was like someone had jumbled his nerves around so when he tried to move an arm he'd end up kicking a leg or when he tried to crawl and he go in circles.

the next activity was eating which as a baby in a medieval society was basically far too involving his new mother's breasts. he relatively quickly found out that she was called zoe and that she loved him but he was such a pain to get to nurse.

quite frankly he figured that he was doing rather well considering the circumstances.

he honestly didn't mean to be a pain but everything was so loud and wrong it was a wonder that he wasn't constantly crying.

then there was sleep if he wasn't eating, wiggling or wallowing in his own waste and cursing his lack of bodily control he was sleeping. everything he did seemed to make him tired somehow.

try to crawl around his bed under the watchful eye of the old nanny Tordoff tiring.

try to not shit himself, tiring.

try to avoid the unpleasantness that was nursing from his mum, tiring.

try to listen to fairy tales about goblins in the woods and monsters in the forest, tiring

somehow even doing nothing was tiring, he must spend at least half his time asleep he decides as he looks out the window.

He waved his arms towards his nanny as he stared up towards the windows of the alcove, he could almost get his hands up there but he was having no chance levering himself up.

'curse his baby arms' he couldn't do anything with them.

In the month or so he had been here he had learnt quite a lot about his new life as Harrold of house Forest. Though it seemed he wasn't very high up in the forester family line as he had been visited by a host of uncles and aunts and inquisitive cousins looking into his wellbeing and congratulating his father a jovial man when surrounded by his family, named John a name he'd only learnt late due to the fact even his wife referred to him as milord.

If he had to guess he'd say his father was the youngest of the forester brothers which made up his 2 uncles.

One was a bald man of the name Andrew who had a single eye the other replaced with a glass one that would slowly turnabout in his head as it looked around the room of its own accord. Andrew looked as if he was in his mid 40s, from what he could figure he was the heir to the town in which he lived.

The other brother was a younger man who was way taller than anyone else he'd seen so far towering over everyone else with a similar sized stomach, he seemed to be called Stephen.

His grandfather the head of house forest he'd yet to see hide or hair off. From what hed heard hed been called to the capital for a conversation with the queen.

Finally, it seemed nana Tordoff had seen him as she got off from her rocking chair and slowly placed him up on the bench against the window.

it was a beautiful day and i could actually see out from the walls of small town house where his family lived.

'well if he had doubts before about when he was he didn't have any now' Harrold decided, the view outside the window showed a small town of a few hubdred houses clustered around a great brick keep in the center with smaller wooden house spreading out around it becoming progressively smaller and worse looking untill they reached the walls of the town where they leaned against the walls as shanties.

And most importantly there was not a single sign of a car, tv antenna plane or anything else inented in the last 500 years.

Harrold assumed the bigger much more impressive 4 story building which had a small keep around it was the towns castle where my uncles lived. its walls were covered in creeping vines which were themselves covered in white flowers it gave the building the appearance of giant hedge.

further away from the citadel was the walls of the city drenched in the growth of a different far darker vine, beyond the walls lay the swooping river which surrounded a good half the city.

beyond that lay a patchwork of golden fields and orchards stretching on a good ten miles.

At the end of his vision lay the dark green wall that marked the forest, lone trees peaked taller than other like cathedrals through the mist that seemed to always hang over the trees.

Finally as he looked over the weird world he seemed to now inhabit his eyes turned skywards with a final plea to see a plane or helicopter or anything that could deny the fact he seemed stuck in the past.

He started crying.

"waaaaagggghhhhhhhh" he screamed in horror as he looked up into the sky,

'no no no this couldn't be true, this couldn't be happening' he thought as he stared up.

In the middle of the sky easily twice the size of the moon on earth lay a bright moon surrounded by its own asteroid belt.

'I'm not on earth' was Harrold's final thought before tumbling backwards down from the stool and landing on his head.

"bugger" went Nana Tordoff as she looked at the boy.

"hope he hasn't hurt his head" she said as she put the baby boy back to his cot.