I’m starting to get a headache at this point, so I’m going to need to rely on Cherilyn for now in order to get any more information. I’m going to have to have a conversation with Cherilyn… No, no, I’m in a good mood, remember? Remember the feeling of adrenaline after the last conversation! Come on, you can do this!

“I’m back! Do you have the towel over you!?” I can hear Cherilyn from just behind the door. All that bravado is instantly drained and replaced by a feeling of stress and anxiety. 

“Y- yes…”

“Alright, I’m coming in!” The door unlocks, and Cherilyn rolls in a whole cart filled with various kinds of clothes. 

“I didn’t know what your sizes were, so I had to resort to this. You should find something here that you like.”

I look into the cart, and it’s filled with clothes of all sorts of different colors and styles. They all have some sort of fantasy feel to them. Seriously, what is up with all the clothes? These would probably be super embarrassing to wear, but if everyone else is wearing this stuff I might just be able to put up with it. I also don't want Cherilyn getting annoyed with me at all, so I quickly dig around looking for something black.

“Hey, what did you do to your hand?” Cherilyn suddenly says. Huh? What’s wrong with my hand, oh right, I punched the wall to test the illusion hypothesis. 

“Here, let me see it.” She suddenly grabs my hand. Oh my, her hands are so smooth. What lotion do you use?

Suddenly, the area around my hand that she’s grabbing suddenly glows green. After that dies down, my fist suddenly feels fine, like I didn’t just slam it into the wall like an idiot. I quickly retract my hand, and there’s nothing there even resembling a wound.

“Better?”

“Magic…” I utter out. 

“Oh right, you never would have seen this before. It’s healing magic. How’s your hand?” Healing magic… there’s not any room for any sort of denial, that was actually magic.

So that makes the reincarnation hypothesis the most likely one. There’s still the possibility that this is the far future, and that “magic” was just nanobots or something, but I don’t think that’s the case. Cherilyn’s English is far too modern for the far future.  Then does that mean that the magic circle and that light had something to do with my reincarnation?

If that’s the case, then perhaps while I was stuck in that “void”, I was actually dead, and  some sort of magical reincarnation ritual created that light and slowly returned all my consciousness to me? That explains all the men around me as well, and why they were so excited… I’ll move forwards assuming that the reincarnation hypothesis is true, but I’ll also be constantly looking for things to disprove it. I don’t want to assume anything.

Then again, there’s the question why Cherilyn can speak English, and no one else can. If summoning is normal in this world, then maybe Cherilyn is another summon, like me? That would mean I would really have to stay close to her.

“It’s fine.” I answered her question. I really have to stay on her good side. Oh God, is this going to be stressful. “I’m glad to hear that. I’ll wait outside until you get changed.” And just like that, she leaves. The realization that I’m actually in a fantasy world has shaken me to my core, so I need to focus on calming down.

Cherilyn and I are walking through a long hallway. It’s made of a light grey stone and oak pillars. It’s like walking through a medieval castle. That’s because I am walking through a medieval castle.

I’m wearing a single, long black robe with intricate white embroidery that comes all the way down to my ankles. By modern standards, you’d probably consider it a dress. My arms are exposed. I’d rather cover those up as well, but the second I saw this thing I fell in love with it. I just had to wear it, nothing else would have satisfied me.

I even risked my relationship with Cherilyn in order to wear this. When she saw it, she looked concerned and told me “Are you sure you want to wear that?” The stress was immense, but it was a worthy price to pay to wear something so edgy.

“So allow me to introduce you to everything you need to know right away.” Cherilyn says. I nod.

“You did die, and that ritual did resurrect you. We don’t know the cause of death, or when you died, just the fact that you were dead when we summoned you.” I am extremely grateful for the fact they don’t know how I died. Other than that, I really need to pay attention, this is all really important information and I’m too nervous to ask her to repeat herself.

“We are summoning two more people like you today. Summons are very rare and this kingdom has no intention of summoning any more while it is still around. I’m also a summon, so if you need help with anything, come to me first.” OK, my hypothesis about Cherilyn is correct. I also know there will be very few people like me. Better to find that out now rather than later.

“I have the Blessing of The Healing Spirit. One of its effects is that I'm able to communicate with anybody regardless of language barrier, so I don’t have to learn any language other than english. You don’t have this blessing, but I’ll give you another way around the language barrier soon, so don’t worry.” I’d really prefer if you did that now, so I could understand a word the people around us are saying.

“Lastly, the kingdom that has summoned you is called Uclait, and you’ll be meeting your fellow otherworlders today. It’ll go well for you if you get along.” That means more social interaction, which I really don’t like. 

Oh God, I’m worried. The culture shock people get from traveling to different countries is insane, just what is it like between different worlds? The natives here probably have wildly different values compared to home. These two summons are probably the only two people I’m going to be remotely similar to. Not getting along with them is honestly terrifying to me…

“One more thing before we meet the first summon. You’re the second summon, and the third summon is having their ritual done as we speak.” OK, I’m following.

“It’s just that the first summon is a male. Given how you reacted when you were summoned I’m a bit concerned you have a bit of a trauma about men. If that’s the case, you don’t have to meet him.” 

Huh? You… you thought that I was… No! That never happened! I like to imagine that sort of thing happening to me, but that’s just a fantasy! If you stick a girl around a bunch of old men naked, of course they’re going to freak out!

“I’ll be fine…”

“Alright, as long as you don’t freak out again, it’ll be fine.” I’m not going to freak out just because I’m around a guy! I love boys! They’re the source of like, half of my nighttime fantasies! 

Oh… I also need to avoid implying that at all. I mean, most guys might find that attractive, but there’s no way anyone normal would ever want to interact with me if they found out just how deep my debauchery goes… 

Alright, I don’t trust myself at all, so if I want to interact with the others in any meaningful way I need to stay as quiet as possible. I can’t afford to make any slipup, or they’ll figure out just how creepy I am. I can’t let that happen, or else I’ll be entirely alone again.

“OK, he’s just in here. After this, I’ll leave to make sure the third summon goes OK.” 

Oh, I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I didn’t realize that we stopped walking. So I’ll be introduced to this guy, and then Cherilyn is going to abandon me. I can feel my heart beating again… I gulp as Cherilyn opens the door and we both walk in.

It’s a fancy waiting room with expensive looking furniture everywhere. Waiting on one of the loveseats, is a young man with blonde hair and blood red eyes. He looks quite a bit taller than me and his clothes are- wait. Blood red eyes!? Huh!? Nothing like that existed in my old world! Well, I guess some albinos had red eyes, but that was incredibly rare! You don’t go around seeing that everyday! And this dude is blonde! His hair isn’t anywhere near white!

And now he’s looking at me like I look strange!? My eyes are hazel, an actually normal color, you don’t have any right to stare at me like that! If you keep staring at me like that I won’t be able to do anything because I’m too embarrassed! Stop it, please! Please look anywhere else!

“OK, you two get along, OK? I’ll be heading over to the third summon now, excuse me.” With that, Cherilyn closes the door and leaves me in here with the blood eyes guy. 

He’s finally turned his head away from me. I try my best to not put too much thought into whatever that means and sit down in one of the chairs in the room. I look down at my feet while he stares off into space. Neither of us seem to intend on starting any sort of conversation. The silence makes me really uncomfortable but I’m not sure talking with him would be much better.

No, no, no, this is going all wrong. If I can’t get along with either of them, I might actually cry. Please, God, let the other one be easier to get along with.

It takes a while but Cherilyn finally comes back with someone else. He looks my height, which is kind of short for a guy, which I love. But other than that, his appearance really catches my eye. His hair is black, except for a white patch of hair over his left side of his forehead. Along with that, he has heterochromia. I absolutely adore heterochromia. His right eye is blood red, like the first summon’s, and his left is snow white.

Cherilyn started saying something but I wasn’t listening. I’m too busy imagining what a cute boy like him would have looked like naked. We spawn in with no clothes, right? And surrounded by men… Oh… such a cute boy surrounded by such lustful men… how- No! Stop it! I’m sure he was super scared when he woke up, stop fetishizing it! There isn’t anything else to focus on, so I look at his eyes again. 

“Heterochromia.” I say as I worry that I’m being a bit creepy staring into his eyes like this. It might be a bit rude to be frightened by the first’s eyes yet so utterly enchanted by this guy’s but I don’t care. Cherilyn looks a bit shocked that I said anything. I guess I never said anything to her other than that her clothes didn’t fit me, so I can’t blame her for that.

“Heterochromia?” He looks legitimately confused. 

“When your eyes are different colors.” 

“Yeah, I know that, what about it?”

“Your eyes are different colors.”

“Huh, they are?” What? Does he legitimately not know what color his own eyes are? 

“Yes, they are.” That was the first thing I heard the first summon say. At least he’s backing me up on this.

“Oh, right. I forgot about that.” At that one comment from Cherilyn all six of our eyes focused on Cherilyn. Just what did you forget? This seems like it’s really important. 

“Will you all stop staring at me like that? I just forgot that the summoning ritual ends up changing the summon's appearance. My green eyes got a lot brighter when I got summoned, after all.”

Huh!? Does that mean the cute boy doesn’t know he looks so edgy!? And that blood eyes guy doesn’t know he has blood eyes!? Wait, is that also why he was staring at me when we first met!? What do I look like!?

“Is that why she was staring at me!? What do I look like!? Give me a mirror!” Blood eyes guy sounded just as stressed out about it as I did.

“I have heterochromia now!? Give me a mirror! Give me a mirror!” The cute boy sounds really excited. He seemed really happy that he had heterochromia, and he knew what it was. Maybe he enjoys it as much as I do? 

Cherilyn somehow pulls three silver mirrors out of nowhere. They look really expensive, is it really OK to give us those so casually? We all take them anyway, though, and oh my God I look absolutely beautiful.

I always had a pretty positive opinion of my appearance in my past life, so much so I’d spend a worrying amount of time looking in the mirror. I was obsessed with eyes, specifically. It wasn’t that I absolutely loved my eyes, it’s just that I absolutely love how eyes look close up, and mine were the only ones I could look into. Hazel’s a pretty OK color, but the color of my eyes now were so much better.

Purple.

One of my favorite colors, second only to black. They looked so deep and majestic, I was absolutely obsessed. My hair too, it also looked amazing. My hair had gone from a dark brown to a pitch black. And when I say pitch black, I mean so pitch black you can’t actually discern any texture from it. If you’ve ever seen any 3d objects painted in “blackest black” paint, that’s exactly what my hair looks like, and I love it.

The cute boy seems to be equally as obsessed with his new appearance as me. I wouldn’t have minded getting heterochromia as well, but I’m not sure what color would have gone well with the black and purple color scheme I have. The robes I picked out are amazing for my new appearance though! I love this! Blood eyes guy doesn’t seem to like his blood eyes, but I’m too busy thinking about how attractive me & the cute boy are to care.

“I look so cool!” The cute boy started. 

“I’m so jealous of your eyes…” I replied. 

“And I’m jealous of your hair! Look at how cool it looks!” 

“Your hair isn’t too bad either. I’d prefer my appearance, but I wouldn’t mind switching with you.” 

“Me neither, but purple isn’t really my color. It looks really good on you though!” 

“You too. The red & white eyes, I mean.”

We were completely leaving blood eyes guy & Cherilyn out of the conversation, but I didn’t care. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to hold a legitimately enjoyable conversation with anyone like this. I honestly just want to talk with Kiaran about how cool and edgy we look. Talking about this kind of stuff feels so amazing!

“I love how short you are too! And how slim your shoulders are. I love that kind of build on guys.” 

“Really?” 

Oh, you have no idea just how much I love guys with that kind of build… Wait. My heart sinks. He didn’t think that was creepy, did he?! Did I say too much?! Is he going to back off now?! Please don’t!

“I was kind of hoping that if my body was changing I’d end up taller.” 

Oh thank God, it seems like I was just overreacting.

“Why would you want to be taller, you look so cute!” If it was just a few minutes earlier, I wouldn’t have been caught dead saying that, but it flows out of my lips like it’s the most natural thing to say now. Oh, please don’t be creeped out by that, I mean that in the most wholesome way possible, I swear!

“Th- thank you…” Ahhhhh! The way he blushed when I called him cute! So adorable! I’m obsessed! I don’t want this conversation to end!