Chapter 2: Blue Eyes [2]
My name is Clover.
Named after the 'melilotus Officinalis' plant, nicknamed the 'yellow sweet clover' gaining the name Clover from my mother. She is a florist and knew a lot about plants especially since her magic type was Earth and her family lineage all passed down a flower shop.
At least that what I know for now, currently I'm a three year old.
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"Clover be a good boy and stay in your room, momma has some guests coming over." My mother sat me on the ground and wrapped a headscarf that looked like a hijab around my head to cover my hair. She then placed a thin fabric around my eyes. I could still see but the fabric blocked most of my vision and irritated my face.
When she locked me in the room I removed the fabric around my eyes and sighed deeply.
The room was a little dusty and was as big as a bathroom, the bed was just some cushions on the floor and you could tell we were not well off.
As for how I'm not dead? I don't know either but when I woke up again in this fantasy world as a newborn, I was pleasantly surprised, and by pleasantly I mean freaking out in the most silent way possible. I'm still a little shook every time I wake up in this fantasy world!
But...I clenched my shirt, It doesn't hurt anymore.
I haven't felt an ounce of pain since I was born here with my memories of my sixteen years of life on a different planet. Even though I knew this world had slavery, war, and poverty my little heart thrived on this planet and I was so grateful to finally be a healthy person! I can't explain how happy I am, I miss my parents and friends but I'm sure they would have wanted me to be in a better place. Plus I'm not a burden to them anymore.
I flopped down on some pillows fixing my cotton shirt and overalls that were a little too big on me and took a deep breath. But, this world is too different from my own.
I might have a much shorter life than I did in my last life.
The reason for this is because I'm different, my golden locks of hair and eyes that match are completely outlandish. I would be considered a freak and probably killed for being some type of demon if not for my mother. She would always have my hair hidden in a headscarf and told people I was blind so she hid my eyes. I'm grateful I'm still alive because of her even if I'm alienated, luckily others haven't seen my appearance so I haven't gotten any discrimination in the village I was born into. The normal appearance in this world is dark colors, dark hair like browns and blacks, eye color usually black and brown rarely gray. Race is still the same though with all kinds of colors for skin and species of people.
The only weird color I've heard of, were people having is blue eyes and that's only the royal family. The traits are their bright blue eyes that pierce the sky, dark skin, and usually black hair. I've heard many stories about them, they say they have the magic aptitude of the gods and were once gods before descending to protect the lands below. I heard people play games, sing songs, celebrate holidays, all in praise of the royal family.
Mother said if they ever saw me I would be in more pain than death.
My life...my life is once again only a cage.
No matter how many rebirths I might have I think I would still be stuck in the cycle of never having freedom, not even through death.
My body has no achs, my chest doesn't hurt, I can walk on the grass outside comfortably. Yet my problem in this world is my appearance and not an illness that's holding me back.
I heard the guests bicker in the wooden home as I was left to stare at a ceiling for fun.
When I have the chance, I will live a good life though, fate can't stop me! I clenched my fists while making goals for the future. I'll run the flower business like the heir I'm Supposed to be while saving up money and leaving the village. No matter if my appearance is something to kill me about I don't care. I will not wallow in sadness, for now though, I'm a three year old.
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I'm ten years old now faring good so far, I managed to understand the currency of this world and studied how to read and write. So far I can read at least a kindergarten level that commoners don't typically know. I run the shop most of the time even if it's hard with a cloth wrapped around my face.
"Did you hear? Apparently, there's royal guard activity around the village, tell your mother to be careful a prisoner might have escaped!" Old man Joe coughed his potbelly protruding from his overalls jiggling with his movement.
"Of course Mr. Joe," I nodded handing him the rose flowers he ordered.
When he left I got some water to water the outside plants and felt the soil to make sure non had dried up. If I had earth magic like my mother these types of things would have been easier but instead, I didn't get any magic, or that's what she says. But one time when I was an infant I heard her saying I had light magic which isn't that rare but apparently mine was too much? I don't really remember.
I put on some gloves and started to plant flowers into the garden right next to the shop assuming that was the last of the customers for the day, but I guess I was wrong. I heard the jingle of the doorbell and hurried back inside to see who the customer was all the while covered in grime and sweat from the hot sunny day.
I caught my breath quickly as I moved to the counter, "I'm sorry if I caused you to wait, what can I do for you- wow." Without thinking I stopped dead in my tracks mouth agape in fascination.
Two blue eyes struck out like night to day as I stood flabbergasted. The boy looked like my age and was incredibly beautiful, unlike anyone I had ever seen through the thin fabric.
The royal family?
"I heard you were blind, was that a lie?" his voice hadn't yet hit puberty but sounded very pristine, I was too shocked to speak for a long time earning some irritation from his baby face.
"I-I um I have ugly eyes," I swallowed sharply remembering my mother's words, I almost wanted to run out of the shop. Wait, for one, what is the royal family member doing in this rural village!? I heard Joe talking about some knights around here but never would have thought a royal family member as well.
"Sure, anyway I need white flowers give me the prettiest you have. I don't have all day, you're gawking it ruining my tailored coat."
What a brat.
"Whatever," I mumbled as I remembered he's just a kid, and I'm in my twenties technically! When I was going to retrieve some white flowers from the garden, a sword came straight at me blocking my path with a thunk. What in the fucking hell? Wide eyed I looked at the boy who was a little shorter than me in shock.
"That's not how you speak to the first prince of the royal family!"
"Well, that's not how you treat your citizens!" I yelled back gripping his swords off the ground and throwing it at him, his hand catching it easily.
"You could have killed me! Do you want to be a killer at such a young age? What are your parent even teaching you, I feel bad for the way you're being raised. Maybe if you lived as a commoner you'd learn some manner instead of being a spoiled brat who demands flowers from a poor blind village boy!!!" I caught my breath wiping the sweat off my forehead and stomping out of the shop plucking the flowers he wanted and stomping back in and shoving them in his face.
His eyes were visibly wide as saucers and it seemed no one has ever spoken to him in that form of manner, because while my hand was still held white flowers tightly in my grasp above his my words seemed to hit him a little too hard. The boy's face contorted eyes beginning to build tears and his little lip trembled, he started to cry. I realized I did a terrible mistake and guilt stung my heart.
"I-I um didn't mean it! I'm sorry please don't tell!" For some reason instead of bawling out of the shop, he gripped my waist and sobbed into my shoulder. I was confused but would rather have him do that than have me killed. After a while, I rubbed soothing circles on his back to calm him when I found he took a very long time to stop crying.
"They banished me to this village! They said I was a spoiled brat like you said, and- and said I wouldn't be king and i-it would be my little brother instead! unless *sniff* I get my act together." His voice sounded heartbroken and exhausted when his meltdown finally started to get better a new storm rolled back in. He just continued to hug me even when I struggled.
"Can you- can you teach me how to be like you then? *Sniff* it's a request from the prince so *hiccup* you cant refuse peasant!"
"I can't, remember? I'm ugly!" How am I going to convince this kid!? I've should've just kept quiet! Now I have a baby prince trying to suck me into his scheme.
"I don't care, if you teach me I'll give you all the wealth in the future and you can be my royal assistant or guard, or I can give you a potion to fix your ugliness, whatever you want!"
Money?
"Fine."
Time to suck this little prince dry of his coins.
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