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In a Mirror, Darkly

I have no name. At least, not something a normal person would call a name.

I have a number. I had a number. I don't address myself by that number.

I am free. I have managed to create a random teleportation spell that got me to a new place.

Since there is nobody in sight, I am free.

I can feel the sun, eat grass, drink water whenever I want. I don't want to do anything.

Days pass. Each day is a few miles of walking.

Months pass. Seasons come and go.

Years pass. Things live and die.

I have found humans, observed them.

They use magic, all of them.

I have a spell so that I can talk to them, my magic is strong, I should be safe.

They take me in, tell me about their village.

They tell me about the kingdom I'm in.

My previous world didn't have kingdoms, the idea of it was interesting.

I decided to stay in the village for a while.

Days pass. I help around the village.

Months pass. The village is attacked, I defend it.

Years pass. I settle down with a farm girl.

Today, I know, is the day I die. I can feel it.

I've passed down all my magic to my sons and daughters.

My wife passes several years ago.

The village survived long enough to become a town.

I

never took a name. Never found I wanted one. People called me names, things that they thought I was.

Names, Numbers, Titles.

I am me.

They never knew me. Until the day I died, I never told anyone about my old world.

About the pain, about what really happens when people are born different.

About eons of slavery.

About a world united in an illusion.

About an empire that spanned the stars.

About a single mage who escaped.

About staring into a mirror one day. Seeing a reflection black as night, covered in grime.

I left all of those memories in a dairy. I told my children "Read this once you have children.

Then, I passed through.