I woke up in a bed. It was my bed. The all too familiar wooden walls and roof brought clarity to this assumption. Not to mention, all the personal books I've kept safe over these past four years were neatly placed on the shelves. As I looked around more, a sense of relief washed over me.

The pain from earlier seemed to be gone, in fact, I felt better than I ever had in both lives. I quickly got in a meditative position and began to check my body.

I searched near my solar plexus, then there it was, my mana core. It was dark red in color, the lowest stage, even so, I couldn't help but feel excited. I had the ability to use magic now, something I would have never dreamed of in my past life.

I held out my hand and attempted to use magic or anything…but nothing happened.

Then I remembered how my mother told Myla that once you awaken, you can't use magic for 1-3 months.

I let out a sign, then got out of my bed, heading toward the kitchen. I saw the whole family sitting at the dining table.

"You're awake! My baby, how do you feel?"

My mother asked as she rushed towards me, Myla and father right behind her.

"I'm fine mom, I actually feel better than ever," I said, as the whole family was hugging me tightly.

After a while they let go, my mother had tears rolling down her face and my sister was smiling.

"Well of course you do son, you awakened!" Said my father, with a big grin on his face. "I'm going to get the affinity orb. Faliya you should get Fal something to eat. He's been asleep for two days. He must be hungry."

I was shocked at my father's words.

I've been asleep for two days?

Now that I think about it, I am really hungry. At the thought of food, my stomach let out a loud growl

"It seems you are hungry, lucky you I already have a pot of soup cooking, it will be done in about five minutes, but for now, eat this." My mother wiped away her tears and handed me a loaf of bread and a cup of water.

As I was eating my father walked back into the kitchen with a clear crystal orb in his hands, "Here son, place your palm on this and push mana into it. You probably don't know what I mean, but since you're awakened it should come naturally."

I did as my father asked, putting my cup of water down I placed my hand on the orb. I pushed the foreign energy into my palm and into the orb.

My father was right. I really didn't know what was going on, but as I pushed the energy through my hand it felt, as he said, natural.

The orb began to glow. Many colors began to spin in the orb rapidly, then disappeared.

With only two remaining, green and black smoke filled the orb swirling around inside it slowly.

My father raised an eyebrow, "Wind and dark elements aye?" He turned toward my mother, "Reminds me of someone, right Faliya?"

My mother laughed, "Yeah, I'll have to call Zeph and tell him about it. He's been wanting to meet the kids for a while now anyway."

"Who's Zeph?" Myla and I asked in unison.

"Oh you'll find out when he gets here, it shouldn't take long." Said my father, "In the meantime Falyn, what do you say about training with your old man starting tomorrow?"

"Mel, he has just awakened. Let him rest for a couple of days before you start putting him through training." My mother intervened. "We don't even know if he wants to become a mage."

"You're right honey. I guess I got a little ahead of myself. I'm sorry little Fal, it's just you've awakened at the age of four, son, and your sister has compatible natural elements for a sui generis form of magic. You both have very bright futures if you guys decide to become mages." My father responded. A hint of pride in his voice.

I pondered over his words. Becoming a mage was my main goal since coming to the world, and over these past years, I've grown fond of this family. In my past life, I never had any family members I knew of, or visited. It bothered me a little when I was a kid, but as I got older I started becoming cold and not caring for the people closest to me.

But in this life, I wanted to change that.

"I want to become a mage dad." Myla said, her hand raised like a child in a classroom.

My father ruffled her hair, "I figured you did. You're just like your mother, so competitive."

"I also want to become a mage." I said.

"That's my boy!" My father said, more excited than a kid getting ice cream. "So tomorrow we'll get up bright and early and get to trai-"

Before my father could finish his words my mother sent a gust of wind knocking him on his butt. "I told you Mel, Fal will rest for at least a couple of days!"

A cold sweat ran down my father's face. "My apologies honey, I forgot."

Myla and I laughed at this.

When dinner was ready, we ate and began to talk about my awakening and how Myla was doing in her training. Soon after we called it a night.

The next couple of days consisted of me resting, as Myla kept up her training. After a couple days of rest, my mother finally approved of the training.

Me and my father were walking past the back yard and into a flat grass field.

"Dad, why don't we train closer to the house like Myla and mom do?" I asked, curious what we were doing all the way out here.

"Well, son, my magic tends to mess up the yard" He replied, "You know how tidy your mother likes to keep the house. Honestly, I don't know how she puts up with my clumsiness."

I smiled at this and thought back to the past four years of how every time my father would make a mess my mother freak out. Even so, through all that you could see that they truly loved one another.

"Alright son this should be good."

We were in the middle of the grass field a good distance from the house.

"Before we start, are there any questions you have or anything you need?" My father asked, "like a weapon or shield?"

I pondered for a moment. In my past life, I fought hand to hand and always preferred it. Occasionally I would have a dagger just in case the need arose.

Since I'm in this four-year-old body It wouldn't hurt to put some of the old dagger skills to use.

"Yeah, can I get a dagger if we have one?" I replied.

"A dagger aye?" My father rubbed his chin, a smile forming on his face. "Yeah, I can do that." He placed his five fingers on the lush green grass. "[Mother Earth's Craft]"

After he said these words, an earthen dagger shot from the ground and into his palms, "This should do. At your level, if you learn how to formally enhance your body and weapon with mana the weapon should still be able to withstand it."

He handed me the dagger. Its weight and balance were great, even the details were amazing. I got in my most comfortable fighting stance, with the dagger reverse gripped.

"Whoa, there son!" My father laughed, "Your stance is amazing and all. Especially for your first time training, but you won't be fighting me."

I relaxed my guard, "What do you mean?"

"Watch." My father lightly tapped his foot grass and an earth golem sprouted up from the ground like something akin to an undead zombie, completely destroying the landscape.

The golem was the same height as me but had no distinct features. In fact, it didn't even have a face, just arms, legs, and a head. "You will be fighting my golem here."

I smirked and looked at the ground. "I see why mom would be mad if you did this in the yard."

My father laughed at this as I got back in my fighting stance.

"You ready?" My father asked.

"Yeah." I responded.

I dashed toward the golem, as it did the same. The golem was getting ready to throw a punch with its right arm, its form was sloppy and easy to read, so I was ready.

As soon as it threw its right punch, I ducked, performing a low kick to sweep it off its feet. It fell over on its stomach. I swiftly made my way to the golem, its body still on the ground, and stabbed my dagger in the back of its head.

I was a little surprised to see the golem slowly crumble from hard rock to soft dirt in a matter of seconds.

"Great son!" My father yelled from afar, "I only conjured a low-level golem because I didn't want it to be to hard on you and all, but I see you're more tough than I first thought."

It took me a minute to respond, I had to catch my breath. Even such little movements cost my body so much energy. I need some serious conditioning.

At this thought, an idea formed in my head.

Well, no time like the present right?

"Dad, you said it was low level?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Can you conjure one three times stronger than that one?"

"Are you sure?" He asked, rubbing his chin. "This is just training, son. It's okay to take it slow."

"Yeah, that first one was too easy, and even if something does happen can't you just cancel the spell?" I urged, "I'm just trying to see what my limits are."

"Well, yes, I guess you do have a point." He stopped rubbing his chin and gave a light smile, "My son is only four years old but already has so much fire."

My father lightly tapped his foot on the ground, and a golem started forming from the earth below him.

When the golem was fully manifested it stood at least two feet taller than me. I almost regretted my choice to fight this thing before my body was conditioned, but my senses were too excited by the idea of a good fight.

In my old world, it was rare to find people on my level. And being here, in front of an opponent that I knew was stronger than me, was a feeling I had long since forgotten.

My father must've mistaken my emotions for nervousness, and shouted some advice, "Remember this son. The bigger they are, the harder they fall."