Summary: A young boy wakes up in a cold sweat. The past nine years of his life… were they all a joke? An isekai adventurer with a knack for technology wakes up in the past, and with memories of the future, how will he change a fantasy world with dragons and princesses for the better?
A thin layer of blue haze arose from the ground around where he stood. The magical aroma relaxed his muscles against his will; his limbs fell to his sides and he dropped to his knees involuntarily. A woman stood tall above him, minorly injured, but clearly fatigued.
"It's- it's done. You're done. I've never… your magic makes no sense to me," she muttered.
Blood was splattered on the ground. The vague image of a blue-haired girl, crouched in the fetal position, gashes of blood seeping out of her sides, appears adjacent to him. He struggled to even just turn his head and see her. He knows the bandages, tourniquets, and antibiotics would save her life, but the threat is still here, and he can't even budge his finger to fire his gun.
The throne room, in the cool night, held four people. Two on death's door, and the others stuck in a fight soon to end.
The woman, her purple hair glistening in the moonlight, raised a clock which glowed with a mysterious light. The bluette, weakly lifting her head to bring her gaze to the arcane rune circle which drew itself on the ground beneath him, spoke out in an outcry.
"Leo, you need to move now!"
He couldn't even open his mouth to respond. His device of technology whirred to life, independent of him, a ring of fire spiraling out from it. The woman barely had to flick her fingers before it was destroyed, the source of the fire dissipating alongside the flames.
The girl cried. Her tears hit the floor slowly, as she rapidly blinked her eyes, determined to see. Just to see… to see an opening… anything…
"It's trivial. Ad mollis graecis admodum vix," she casted. The specialized pentagram shone, her magical clock spilling out numbers and characters that merge themselves into the rune. A glowing barrier surrounded him as lights blurred the girl's vision from seeing him.
"Leo!"
Finally regaining his strength, he rose and cried out similarly, "Charlotte!"
But, despite his pounding, the barrier would not give way.
Tick… tick… tick…
"You are not of this world. Temporalis reversus. Nor are you of this time," the woman uttered. "Nox peccatum. Those who meddle with time deserve to lose their time."
His voice shook as he screamed.
Gunfire burst their ears. But to no avail.
"In vengeance of my King Joseph…" The clock swung from her hand, back and forth. "I cast thee away, through time and space, to whence you belong!"
And a bright flash of light was the last he saw of Halkegania.
A young French schoolboy awoke from his slumber on an early Saturday morning.
His bed was soaked in sweat.
He rose and stared in horror at his hands with the small rays of sunlight shining through the gaps in his curtains.
Ten year-old hands stared back at him.
"It's 1999?!"
An alternative telling of a story. I will be posting the second book of the trilogy first.
If you'd like to see more, I'd love to post more.
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Chapter 1: Home, Sweet Home