The first steps in a new world. Part 1

It was very early in the morning and the sun had just begun to rise from the horizon when a bright blinding light suddenly appeared on the threshold of a small shelter on the outskirts of London. From this light, a basket was gently lowered onto the threshold of the orphanage, from which a child's scream could be heard.

At this cry, his caretaker came out of the shelter and picked up the basket wailing:

"Who could leave this innocent child on the doorstep of the orphanage in such a cold early morning?" she said, looking around for someone. When she didn't find anyone near the shelter, she went into it with a basket in her hands.

Already at the shelter, she began to take the baby out of the basket and diapers. And only then did she notice that he was lying very quietly in diapers and looking at her with the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. The baby's eyes were like the purest and bluest sky, in which billions of small stars shone.

At that moment, the child screamed and the woman was able to get out of the stupor into which her children's eyes had driven her, and carried him to the crib. In the nursery, she put him in a small crib and began to lull him to sleep. When the child fell asleep she said:

"Sleep well, child, now you will be fine." after which she smiled and left the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

As soon as the door was open, the child opened his eyes, which read anticipation and happiness.

POV Child

When I came to my senses again, which is very strange, because I thought I would never see the blue sky again. I was at a loss and tried to move, which I couldn't do. Since I seemed to be limited by something, I also saw quite poorly, everything seemed to be in some kind of faint fog.

After I realized that I couldn't move, I decided to call for help, but even then I was in for a surprise. When I tried to call for help, strange sounds very similar to a child's scream came out of my mouth. I tried a few more times, but the result was the same childish scream.

When I was almost desperate to call someone, I heard a door open nearby. Then I was lifted into the air and I heard her say:

"Who could ... this... child on the doorstep.... of the orphanage in such a cold ... morning"

But I could only hear part of it, most likely it was because of the young body and my senses were not yet strong. After a while, we found ourselves in a room where they began to pull me out of my prison. However, for some reason I don't understand, she stopped and stared at me as if I were not a child, but some kind of landmark. It was only my scream that made her continue to free me.

After a while, they took me somewhere and put me in a crib where they began to lull me to sleep. I pretended to fall asleep and started closing my eyes so that I could be left alone and think about everything that was happening. When she left, I could finally think about what had happened to me lately.

Well, first of all, I still remember my past life where my name was Noah Bennett. I was 28 years old and I worked, probably, in the most unpopular field - jewelry. 

Secondly, I died saving a boy from under a car and I was transferred to the body of a baby in a world and time unknown to me.

Well, to top it all off, I have no relatives again and I am completely alone. Yes, yes, in my previous life I grew up in a shelter until I was 18, after which I was given a small apartment and allowed to float freely. For the first few years, I worked constantly, hardly slept, and tried to figure out who I wanted to become in this life.

It was only at the age of 20 that I realized that I wanted to be a jeweler and create incredible creations of extraordinary beauty. Which people can admire. By that time, I had already saved up a decent amount of money and went to study at a workshop, where I learned everything about precious stones, metals and how to work with them. But it wasn't my main dream…

At the age of 22, I bought for the first time the book I had always dreamed of, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. It was only then that I realized that my cherished dream was to go on a journey, study magic and find people I could love. But I understood that this was a pipe dream, since there are no such miracles as magic.

But it seems I was wrong, because here I am lying in a crib in the body of a baby, in an incomprehensible world. And to be honest, I don't even know what to do. At that moment, my eyes began to get heavy and I began to fall asleep and my last thought was to grow up as soon as possible.

Skipping time

3 years have passed since my appearance in this world, and quite a lot has happened during this time. Since I found out that I live in the St. Peter's Orphanage, which is located near London, and it is now 1983.

The day I arrived at the shelter on June 15, 1980, was made my birthday. I was found at the orphanage by the caretaker of the orphanage, Aunt May, or as she is called when she is angry, Miss May Rivera. Yes, miss, because she has never had a husband or children, even though she is 68 years old. I once asked why she didn't have a family, but she said she was fine as it was, because we were all her family.

She called me Daniel and gave me her last name, so my name is Daniel Rivera. Today I turn 3 years old and now I'm standing in front of the mirror and putting myself in order. An incredibly cute child was looking at me from the mirror. He had incredibly beautiful and bright eyes like the firmament and snow-white hair.

Because of my too cute appearance, everyone wants to stroke me or pinch my cheeks, and some even have nosebleeds when they see me, I can understand them, I had the same thing when I first saw myself in the mirror. At first it really annoyed me, but over time I got used to it and I even started to like it.