Time is…weird. While there are thousands and thousands of theories about how it works, in actuality, apart from knowing that it is a construct of life, it has always been something that was considered CONSTANT.
There isn’t supposed to be a way to move back or forward in time; no, as a construct of perspective, we were only meant to exist in what was considered the present.
Yet, Arkadia, a mysterious mechanism filled with untold power, broke this mold in the form of an item that allowed for a seamless movement of one’s soul and mind from one point in time to another, so long as the person was alive in the previous time period.
Time travel has always been a decently well-detailed aspect seen in the fantasy genre; however, there has never been a singular mold or TRUE decision as to how Time Travel would work.
In some franchises, going back in time was as simple as appearing on a different date; only if you messed up and, say, made it so your parents didn’t get together you could vanish entirely.
Whereas in other franchises, if you had a way of going back in time, you would end up creating alternate timelines, which wouldn’t affect the one you originally came from.
I didn’t know what to expect…but I tell you what…never in my wildest dreams did I think things were going to be the way they are…
-January 14th, 1993, 12:00 AM-
The first thought that came to mind, when I could suddenly think that is, was, ’I’m laying down on something super soft…’ followed by… ’and I feel…weak.’.
It was like waking up from a dream; one second, I was completely numb, the next…I was opening my eyes only to be greeted by a spinning object a little over a foot above my head.
The object…was…familiar, but I couldn’t quite place where I had seen it.
Shaped like a ceiling fan, it spun around slowly, dragging alone eight tendrils with small, cute animals dangling on the end.
’Well…s**t*,’ recognition set in relatively quickly, causing my eyes to travel around the room in observation.
’This room…I’ve seen it in pictures; it’s my bedroom in the house on Landing View Circle. Ok, let’s do a physical check on my body; there has to be a mirror somewhere around here…right?’ I thought as I tried to sit up, only to be assaulted by a sudden wave of dizziness.
’Huh?’
PLOP
In confusion, I attempted to sit up not once but three more times, only to have the same conclusion every time.
’Why…do I feel so weak…’ Running through all the possible reasons, I couldn’t conclude first, the main reason being that I couldn’t remember being sick or weak as a baby; no, it was actually the exact opposite.
I had been born a little chunko, 9 lbs 7 ounces, meaning I practically came out of the womb half the size of a toddler and totally healthy, yet now, after coming back in time, it was the complete opposite.
Taking a deep breath to calm my anxiety, I lifted my arms, gave them a good look, then moved on to my legs. To my surprise, my physique was WAY off the mark on what a baby should have.
’I’m huge…and toned, what the hell, how old am I? Hold up, I should still have access to Arkadia…Arkadia, show me any recent notifications.’
As soon as the thought entered my mind and I spoke the command, the familiar dialog box appeared, causing me to exhale in relief. However, that was only for a moment, as multiple lines of text appeared in front of my eyes, all of which were apparently from right after I died.
Through these notifications, I learned I was now a year old and…
’The benefits…holy s**t…Arkadia, open my Status.’
[Status]
{Taylor Lawrence Jörgensen}
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{Particle Grade: None}
{Race: Prymordyal Hyumun}
{Race Rank: Sixth Classification}
{Talent: (Prymordyal) Psy-Kinesis }
{Talent Rank: None}
{Talent Potential Grade: Omega *Upgradable*}
{Currency: None}
[Statistics]
{Level:0}
{Level Progress: 0%}
{Talent Growth Rate: 0%)
{*** Particle Count: 0}
{Physical Offense: 0.25}
{Physical Defense: 0.25}
{Intellect: 25}
{Meta Physical Offense: 0.25}
{Meta Physical Defense: 0.25}
{Stat Points: 0}
[Racial Trait, Progress, and Evolution]
{Current Race: Prymordyal Hyumun}
{Current Race Rank: Sixth Classification}
{Racial Trait: 1:1500 Level Progress Gain, +3 Stat Point Upon Leveling Up, Talent Changed to its Prymordyal Form, 25% Stat Boost upon Ranking Up.}
{Racial Progress: 0%}
{Available Racial Evolutions: 0}
’Oh…my…god…’ Like a speeding freight train suddenly running off the tracks, my brain failed to rationalize the information listed in my Status…it was way too absurd.’
’One thing at a time, Taylor,’ Taking slow, calming breaths, I tried to ignore the fact that I now had the highest Talent Potential ever recorded on Earth and instead focused on the date.
’My birthday, 1993, that means Brenden hasn’t even been conceived yet, that should be…ick, I can’t believe I’m thinking about my Dad, banging that woman…’ when thinking about the woman who had tried my whole life to claim the title of ’Mother,’ a sour expression spread across my infantile face before morphing into a sinister and sadistic grin.
’Don’t worry b***h, I will deal with you soon enough, anywho,’ almost as if I had split personalities, my "Villainous Expression" disappeared and was replaced with a calm and collected one, full of intelligence and wisdom unbefitting of a year old child.
’Ok, Brenden should have been conceived around Valentine’s Day 1993; since it’s RNG as to when he will be transferred over, my only option is to be there by his side every birthday until his memories return.’
’Still, it’s pretty weird that we are transferred back to our birthday as a starting point, but it doesn’t really matter much unless you specifically know the person and their DOB…wait, Emilia took a pill too, so I should be on the lookout for her as well in case Brenden doesn’t make it back in time.’
’May 3rd…and she is three years younger than Brenden, so that would be 1996; luckily, she was born here in Orlando…I have to figure out how to get across town to the Avalon area…uh…where is this house again?’ Closing my eyes, I accessed the memories I had in the back of my head from before Arkadia descended in an attempt to map out how far I was from where I actually grew up.