Sebastian gripped the rail of the boat as they neared their destination. He wasn't sure what to make of this, all of it. There was no such thing as having powers of their previous reincarnations, right? There was just no way that existed, there had to be some scientific method to it all. He wasn't sure. With a sigh, he remembered when he first got the mysterious letter in his mailbox.
He was sitting at the computer, typing away as he posted on an online forum and chatted with some Internet friends he made through that very same forum on Skype and Discord. It was nothing much really, he was mostly bored. One of the voices in his head, Lucy, gently reminded him of the bills he had to pay. ...Right. He was also procrastinating.
With a sigh, he got up and stretched before heading over to the counter where he put the letters he got from the mailbox that day. He then went back to his computer with them. He could multitask, he presumed. Another voice, Allen, scoffed that paying the bills and being on the Internet was not real multitasking. Try cooking, cleaning, and running errands all at the same time, then he would know what multitasking was like. He promptly told him to be quiet as he sifted through the mail.
His eyes fell on a envelope with a strange return address. He was about to discard when the very first voice he ever heard, Madoka, said that he should probably read it even if it was junk mail. He listened to the kindhearted girl as she talked before sighing and opening the envelope. Carefully pulling out the letter, he began to read it...
And that was how he ended up here, on a little boat heading to a tiny island off the coast of Florida. The idea was ludicrous, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about his adult duties that he had day in, day out. He sighed as the grip tightened on the rail. This is a bad idea,Triss said in his mind as they were nearing their destination, I know that not all islands are bad, but what kind of training will be done there? What if you have to act as slaves?
I think that's highly unlikely, Allen said, After all, in this day and age there's no such thing as slavery.
That's kind of a lie, Sebastian thought, speaking to his voices through his mind, Some of the poorer countries might have slaves, but all the major world powers don't have such a thing. He could hear Triss scoffing and everyone else being eerily quiet.
...Well in any case, at least you'll get something out of it, Alto said, I wonder if they'll have sword practice? I remember training with the rest of the Tuning Knights on occasion. He sighed. I miss those days...
I think we all miss our old lives back home, Lucy piped in, Though I don't miss being at Miss Weaver's Academy...
We'll find our way back, someday. But for now we should focus on the current situation at hand.
Madoka? You've been awfully quiet, Sebastian noted, Something wrong?
Oh! Nothing really. Just thinking, she answered, Sorry to worry you like that.
It's fine. What were you thinking about? Silence. Madoka?
I think we're almost there. I'm sure...whatever is going on there...it would help people. I believe it. With a nod, he turned to face the island they were approaching, a grim expression on his face. Whatever was going to happen...well, he hoped it would be a good learning experience.
