Author's Reincarnation in a Fantasy Setting

'I'm scared! I don't wanna die!'

A child's voice cried out directly into my head, filled with pain and suffering.

'Well, what do you want me to do about that? I'm also dead,' I had no idea what to do, and over time the voice grew increasingly quiet.

The moment I realized I couldn't hear the child's voice anymore, the bubble-esque thing that had been encapsulating me disappeared with a burst, and I slowly felt my consciousness rising.

At the same time, I felt a hot fever, and pain spread throughout my body as If I had been affected by influenza. But it only lasted for a few minutes, after a while, my body came back to its normal temperature.

"This! This is a miracle!"

I heard a man shouting near me, his voice contained a sense of happiness and surprise.

'Oh please, just shut up.'

Though the feeling of fever was gone I was still feeling dizzy and had something like a headache. Furthermore, by shouting this man was just making it worse.

I slowly lifted my heavy eyelids to see what was going on. My fever must've been enormous, as my eyes were wet and my vision twisted.

"Ah, darling he opened his eyes!"

"I know right!"

Once my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I found a young blonde woman gazing at me.

A beautiful girl...… No, a beautiful woman would be more appropriate.

Beside her was a man with black hair of a similarly young age.

A strong and arrogant-looking man, his muscles were amazing.

Black hair, arrogant type, looking at his appearance, I should have been repulsed. Strangely enough, though, I did not feel he was unpleasant.

I don't know why but they both were staring at me so hard, their eyes were filled with pure happiness looking as if they were shining.

Wait, there's one more person.

He was looking like a somewhat middle-aged man with brown hair and a white beard; he was kinda on the chubby side.

"You should be happy miss, it looks like we have been blessed by the gods," said the middle-aged man. Judging from his voice he was the person who was shouting before.

The woman looked at him and replied with a nod.

"Hey Zero, you're quite a lucky boy huh. Even luckier than your dad," said the man with black hair.

'Who's Zero and what do you mean by *dad*?' I tried to say that but my throat was dry, thus I was only able to give a confused look.

"Come on now, we should let him rest for now," the blonde woman said to him.

"Yeah, I think you're right," said the man and then he with the woman stood up and left the room; the middle-aged man also accompanied them and left.

Now I was alone still trying to process what the hell just happened.

'Aren't I supposed to be dead?'

The last thing I remember is that I slipped on the stairs and hit my head, after that there's literally nothing in my memory.

It's blank.

First I thought that I somehow survived that fall and now I'm in a hospital but...…this room doesn't look like a hospital room even a bit.

I was still feeling a bit stiff so I tried moving my body a little.

"Wha?" For some reason, I could see the small-looking hand of a child stretched out in front of me.

'Weird. My hand should be a lot bigger than this. I had hands of an adult...okay a teenager, but not of a small child.'

I could move the child's hand like my own, clenching and opening it. But...this body that I could move at will was not my own.

The sheer shock of the revelation made my mouth dry up. "…What the hell?"

I bent forward and sat on the same bed I was laying on a moment ago. It didn't take me long to realize that this room was not my room, nor did this was like any room I've seen before.

This room had the vibes of a classy European type of room that nobles use.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

This can't be real can it? I mean...there's just no way I can be that lucky, right? But it's also true that I'm in a strange environment and this body is not my own.

The situation at hand wasn't that hard to understand, at least not for a fantasy author like me.

I quickly removed the blanket which was over me, got out of the bed, and stood on the floor.

The excitement had made all the pain disappear.

'The height from which I see things have certainly decreased' I thought and nodded in agreement with my own statement.

I looked around in this room and found a mirror that was hung on the wall. I walked to the mirror and stood in front of it.

Now I was 100% sure that this was not my body and also the fact that this body is of a child.

…Probably of age ten.

The reflection I saw in the mirror was of a boy with Jet black hair and golden eyes. His skin was on a fairer side and his face was clean, without any blemish or dark spots.

One could say this boy had a body that will grow from "cute" to "handsome" as the boy will age up and get matured.

This reflection was of the body I was in; the current me.

And I was quite happy with this look; at least I didn't get the overused classic trope of black hair with blue or red eyes.

I walked back to my bed and sat, while the excitement and curiosity drove me it certainly made me tired. As of now, I was out of breath.

But now I was sure of one thing.

I died.

And now I'd been reincarnated in a fantasy setting.