Time has passed, and now Alexander had the whole period of six months to come to terms with not just his new life and reality, but also being under the new name of Noah.
He was the first son and only child of a single mother by the name of Andrea Greyhart, and they lived in a kingdom called Snowflake, in its capital city called Crystal. They didn't live alone; they lived together with the woman who helped with the delivery of Noah, who goes by the name Valerie Greyhart, who happens to be Noah's aunt, along with maids and servants.
Noah was now used to this new life of his, and for someone who wasn't really ready to go just yet, in the end, after these couple of months, days, and weeks, he'd never been relieved to have died, mainly because he was loved and cherished—something he'd never experienced in his previous life. Or maybe he got all this undivided attention because he was the only child.
Anyway, no matter what the reason was, he was just happy. Instead of asking himself a thousand questions like, "Why did they betray me like that and take my life at an early age?"—for someone else, that would have created some sort of unhealthy obsession with revenge—but he wasn't angry at them. It's also safe to say that he had forgiven them.
This time around, Noah was just six months old, and just like any ordinary child, despite him being reincarnated and reborn in a new world where it seemed like all the beautiful women came from, he was still a child regardless of him being an old twenty-year-old young man at heart. He had never been out of his house, which wasn't big nor was it small, but it was just normal.
Noah was what one may call a spirited child, because each second they either left him alone or turned their attention away from him, he'd roam and run across the house, trying to either escape or do something that was totally reckless. And today wasn't that different.
Darn it, for a house full of girls, it's really hard to escape. Noah peeked at his crib, trying to find a chance in between to explore.
But that was going to prove to be something impossible, since his room was guarded twenty-four hours a day. And since this was his thing, his mother and aunt had to make his crib hard to escape from, but since he was a sly child, he'd find a way to get free.
His door appeared to be closed from where he was standing, but the truth was that it was just slightly opened, and he knew that. Also, he knew how the rotation schedule worked: it was unnecessary for anyone to stand guard at the door the whole time. There were things that had to be done, especially today.
So everyone was moving around nonstop.
Ah, today is the return of that pervy old man, which means I only have one shot at planning my escape and being successful at it. Noah rubbed his hands together and cackled evilly but in a low voice.
"How's Noah doing?" He heard footsteps approaching his doorway.
"He's still inside, milady," a maid replied.
"So he hasn't tried to escape yet?" Andrea asked.
"No, ma'am, he's sleeping," the maid assured her.
"Alright, I'll just make sure that he's safely tucked in." Andrea began to open the door.
Gah, she's already here? I need to find a way to get rid of her quickly... what to do? What to do? Noah was now panicking; he had no idea how to handle this.
"Okay, Val, I'll be there in just a second; just let me make sure he's really sleeping," Andrea answered Valerie's call.
Just as the door was slowly being opened, it was a matter of time before she busted him.
Wait, that's it. Noah came up with what he believed was a foolproof plan.
When Andrea came in and checked up on him, Noah wasn't standing anymore; he was out cold with one leg outside his blankets.
"Aww, you sweet child, you know, one may not think that you are mischievous." Andrea fixed him and left.
After a few seconds:
Noah opened one eye. Is she gone yet? He checked the coast.
And she was indeed gone, and now everyone had believed that he was done with trying to escape for today, even though just this day alone he had escaped three times already.
Great, now that everyone believes that I'm out cold, they are going to let their guard down, which means it's the perfect time for me to make a run for it. Noah got up and crawled out of his crib.
Sure, he was finally free and out of probation, but it still didn't mean that he was going to walk freely, because surely it wasn't going to be that easy.
Though I'm not guarded anymore, before I make a move, I'd have to keep on checking. He opened the door carefully, making sure that he didn't make any noise and alert anyone.
After being successful, he first peeped before actually running for it. A few maids were walking around, but instead of abandoning his plan, he waited a second. When they were out of sight:
Now's my chance. He made a run for it.
Honestly, today he had no idea where his escape plan was leading him, but then again, with just being a six-month-old child—at the end of the day, that was just his appearance—so not a lot of things interested him apart from him going outside.
He spent his escape running around, dodging every single person that he saw. That was easy, but when it came to his mother and aunt, those two weren't easy to dodge; they were like obstacles that required him to use all of his brain percentage.
And that was the case as he was heading for the study room. Out of all the rooms in the house, the study room was the only one that had a clear and perfect view, and that's not the only thing—it also had a window that was easy to open. Out of everything in the house that was baby-proof, it was the only one that wasn't.
For a six-month-old, it meant that he could walk and run, though it wasn't that perfect.
Perfect, even the door isn't closed. Thanks, Mom. Noah peeked from behind one of the statues in the house.
Just as he was about to dash forward, with his foot still about to take the first step, he heard people coming.
"Are you sure everything is set?" Andrea asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. And are you sure that you are supposed to be drinking? You know how you get when you are drunk." Valerie snapped the bottle away from Andrea just as she was about to take a sip.
"Hey, I wasn't done with that," Andrea tried to take the bottle back.
Already she was a bit tipsy, so there was no need for even Valerie to try that hard to keep it away from her.
"Nice try. Just go get ready," Valerie ordered her.
As they walked away, Noah accidentally pushed the statue he was hiding behind, and it moved.
Uh-oh. He stopped it quick.
"Did you hear that?" Andrea stopped and turned around.
"You must be hearing things. Nice try." Valerie kept pushing her forward.
While pushing her sister, she stared at the statue, but she didn't make it obvious, then she smiled.
They finally left.
Phew, I thought that they were never going to leave. Noah came out of hiding and ran for the study room.
The study room was pretty impressive—from the structure to the furniture, every single thing complimented each other—and there was a big bookshelf that seemed to have a thousand books.
Every time I come here, it's like I'm stepping into a magical world. Noah looked around the room, spinning.
Moments later, he continued forward, took a couple of books—maybe ten—stacked them together, and climbed them.
He was careful about it; after all, he didn't want to make a sound. He reached the window and took a peek at everything.
The scenery was really beautiful. It was nothing short of a green, beautiful field that went on for miles, and on the sides, there were other houses the same as his—they were castle-like, just smaller. The sky was beautiful; even the clouds looked beautiful.
Wow, I know that there is a full world out there that I need to explore. Noah's hand pressed against the window.
On most days, the window is always closed, but not today. Today, it was left open—maybe on purpose or by mistake—but when Noah leaned in, he accidentally pushed it open.
And when it opened, he fell to the other side from a three-story house. When he fell down, something cracked.
"Argh!" Noah let out a cry he'd never done before; this one even outshone the first one he did as an infant.
"Noah, baby, what's wrong?" Andrea came running.
Everyone followed her.
"I fell from the window." He was crying, but he still pointed at the window.
Everyone followed his hand, and when they saw which window he was talking about, everyone got shocked.
Murmurs began amongst the maids and servants.
Andrea just got sober in an instant and rushed to check up on her son.
Noah had fallen from the third floor.
"It's amazing how, even with that kind of fall, he's still alive," Valerie couldn't believe it.
She was still in disbelief, so when she got closer, she realized that out of everything, he'd broken just his arm, and the rest of his body was not hurt.
Andrea quickly took him inside.
Noah could see his mother's face filled with tears.
"Mommy, I'm sorry that I fell," he apologized.
"It's okay, honey. Just give mommy your arm," Andrea asked him.
Noah thought that maybe she was going to wrap his arm with something, but that wasn't the case.
She took his arm and touched him where it hurt.
"Now, please hang on, because this is going to hurt," she told him.
Noah had been a child before, and though he doesn't remember all of his memories, he knew that something like this was going to hurt.
He saw Andrea lock eyes with him.
"Oceana, spirit of water, please grant me your abilities to heal that which has been hurt, repair what has been broken." She started to chant.
Noah had no idea what his mother was doing until he felt a sudden sting on his arm and the sound of water, then his arm—more like his broken bone—began to heal.
He should have cried, but he was so amazed by this that he forgot about the pain.
After his mother was done, he felt his arm all healed and back to normal.
"Mommy, what did you do?" Noah moved his arm.
"I healed it, silly." She kissed him on the forehead.
Whoa, magic is real in this world. He couldn't believe it, but at the same time, his eyes were filled with amazement.