It sound cliché and out of stories I used to read but one day I woke up and remembered things from a different world. I was maybe 3 or 4 when memories from my past life started appearing in my head. It started with words I didn't know or recognize or things that I knew like how to cook and dishes that nobody in the mansion had heard of before. Everyone brushed it off as delusion of a child's overactive imagination, but I knew things I didn't understand how until I remembered dying. A different world, with a different language then what I spoke now. Some things were similar like what was safe to eat and what wasn't and I found my past life's language in books which was one of the first realizations that I was different. I was reading an accent text on magic. Then the books in the library on alchemy and summoning I understood and was able to do the math to prefect the equations easily and I could identify the plants and rocks from my past life's knowledge.
I don't know how or why it all came running back but it did and it made my position very clear. I was 32 when I died in my past life I was a top doctor, I had graduated from medical school at the top of my class and had a passion for natural and herbal and home remedies. Makes sense that a medical student would want to know more about how other cultures who don't have access to modern medicines would heal their people from diseases. It made it so I knew different minerals and crystals along with different plants life, luck for me it carried over to this world as well.
I was born out of an affair between my mother an exotic dancer and my father a baron from the countryside. He had a wife and a son, his wife was also pregnant with a daughter around the time I was conceived. My mother died of an illness shortly after my second birthday. Neither of us were ever truly welcome in the mansion and my siblings and step mother detested me. I worked as a maid in the manner and lived in the attic but since they wanted nothing to do with me it allowed me to explore and disappear off into the library or garden or forrest that surrounded the us whenever I pleased. Luckily my mother had befriended one of the maid and she took putty on me when my mother passed. We were also allowed to stay due to my step mother not thing able to produce enough milk to keep my half sister feed. It also made it so she never mistreated me or my mother. Her pain of betrayal from my father was overshadowed by the goodwill that was shown in keeping her daughter alive.
I simply had the misfortune of being a reminder of that betrayal. I had my mothers deep black hair and a perfect mixture of her and my fathers eyes. They were mainly a deep blue like his but had purple ring and slight hues throughout them from my mother. My mother had a beautiful figure and I later inherited it from her as well. Wereas my half sister had light brown hair and brown eyes from her mother and my older half brother had brown hair and hazel eyes. I stood out a lot as my father also had brown hair, if not for my eyes you would have never know I was part of the family which my step mother used to her advantage. I wasn't ever placed in the family registry nor brought to noble parties or events.
My entire life took another shift when I was 5 years old. It is when I first encountered what is known as a holy beast. Due to my ability to read ancient script I would go to the Forrest to practice casting spells it's when I found an injured bird. It was all white and had a broken wing, I used healing magic as I tried to comfort it. That bird healed and never let me out of its sight. It was a young holy beast, a caladrius, a bird know for its healing properties. I unknowing made a contract with it when I healed it that day. Later that year I also summoned two more beast that I made pacts with. The first was a white snake with wings and a feathers on its tail know as an Amaru. The second a white winged wolf lion hybrid, it has the face of a wolf but with paws like a lions and long fur covering its body, longer around it neck, and a tail like a cat, with feathered wings. Contract beasts can change size and often only get to the size that their masters mana can maintain unless they can create mana themselves, which is a trait only demon beast and holy beast have.
I never showed anyone my contracted beast or let them know I could use magic. I didn't want unwanted attention or make my half siblings feel like I could be a threat to their position. I also didn't realize at the time I had summoned 2 holy beast likely drawn to me due to my previous contract with a homey beast. I also had an abnormal amount of mana likely due to both my mother and father. My mother wasn't any exotic dancer. She was know as the water goddess, she was extremely talents in wielding water and fire magic, specifically blue and white flames and often used her manic to enhance her dancing. My great grandfather had also been awarded the title of Barron and the land after drafting a dragon, he was an extremely powerful sorcerer capable of using light, wind, and other defensive and enhancement magics. Which is why the library had so many books on different magic to begin with. Most of which were rewards and collecting books in the hopes that future generations would have a talent for magic and use them. I'm sure nobody ever expected for an illegitimate child to be who could use them.
As time past we all grew and my life yet again took a new turn when I turned 10. All of a sudden my step mother decided I needed to learn edicat and became intrested in me. My half sister also took a new found interest in me.