1 Prologue

What is the first thing that comes to mind when you die?

What next??

I am different so I thought about the people who owe me, money I have in my account which I should have spent on my security but I didn't and that sonofabitch killer I should have blown before he killed me.

Well, what can I say.... these are the regrets you can expect from a forty year old politician, who was blown to bits by a self righteous dumbass. Accepted, I siphoned some money from public funds, might have even ended lives or career of a few competitors or took some money from capitalist lobbies but these things are to be expected of a politician, isn't it?

Now though who cares? I am dead.

I am somewhere now in a dark space so no sense of time or vision, but probably moving. Now what to do about my boring life, probably remember my life, right?

Right...

So let me think, rich childhood, um, no hardship. Top of the class from topmost college in the world and a successful politician before this tragedy...so, yep, smooth sailing life.

I think I have a few.. nah, I don't think I have any regrets. Might have married though, hmm..maybe have a few kids.

Ah, maybe next time! Now, I am dead, got to act like one. Yep, and here goes my plan..

I have weird sensation coming though slowly back in my body.... hmm I am dissolving, no probably, someone is pressing on me, hmm someone seems to bludgeoning me, what the... someone hit me?

Souls can feel?

What see too?

Where is this bright white light coming from? Hmm, oh I can see.. maybe eyes.. Ah, I can open my eyes.

Fuck! let me first kill that sonofabitch shooter.

No, I seem to be in hospital bed but this looks like a room. The first thing I see after opening my eyes is a grand chandelier.

Where then? And who is sleeping over me?

The views are a bit blurry but seems to be a child. Oh well, maybe those get well soon kids. They should have cameras around.. should be gentle with the kid.

"Hey, Kid!"

Wrong, the voice is all wrong. Maybe.. shit,

New life, no who is born like this.. reincarnation, transmigration, time travel, soul possession. Shit, it really happens. Even god is pulling political stunts or what?

The child is moving. Well, who is she?

Ah..ah yes, late memory transfer of previous body owner....so now the answer to question about my identity, this room an.....

Oh! Oh!

I am a wizard.