Standing in yet another unfamiliar environment, I was surprised to find that I had slowly lost the nervousness that I had previously felt. Something about this building was intimately familiar to me, calming my heart. Still, I must have stood in silence for a good five minutes, trying to process the fact that I seemed to have arrived in a new world, with a new body, where the rules were completely different. Taking a deep breath, I tried my best to think through everything that I had just experienced, forcing myself to focus on the bloody scene that appeared when I first opened my eyes.

Like every modern teenager, I've seen my fair share of blood and violence on TV, but nothing prepared me for the real thing. Strangely, the aversion I felt toward that scene was entirely mental. When I slowed down to think about it, the blood and death did not raise my body's pulse in the slightest, as if this body had been through that sort of situation a million times before. It was only after my mind processed what had happened that I had started to feel sick.

As I went back over every detail meticulously, the snippet of conversation I heard right before I was thrown out of the window came back to me.

Extraction. They said it was a success. They extracted something from me, which is why there was a hole in my chest. But what did they take? Wait...did they take this body's soul? Is that why I woke up in it?

There were too few details so I put that aside for the moment and focused on the next scene. From what I could tell, the world I was in was a low technology place, probably near the level of the middle ages. Though what was the point of technology when there was magic? That's right, magic. How else do you explain the captain channeling energy through a disk to heal me?

I had not only transmigrated, but I had come to a world with magic. Forcing my spinning mind to calm down, I considered the implications. The magic probably explained why the carriage ride was so smooth and gave credibility to the idea that just before my soul had arrived, this body had lost its soul to a group of ruthless killers.

Not only was I in a low tech magic world, but it had a feudal structure as well. There was a small chance that the idea of a crown prince was different in this world than on earth, but my bet was that it was the same. Assassins, princes, magic, and of course, the most amazing young lady I'd ever seen. My gaze moved back to the young lady's eyes as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

There was something about her, some pull from the innermost part of my soul, that made me want to protect her. The only time I had ever felt anything even close to this was when I once saw a wild dog charge toward my mother. At that moment I wanted to rend the creature limb from limb for daring to harm her. This feeling was similar to that, though it did not burn any less fiercely.

Shuddering, I tore my eyes away, looking up at the ceiling and gulping in deep breaths as my heart hammered in my chest. Nothing I had ever experienced prepared me for the abrupt change in my life and the onslaught of emotions and experiences that had come with it. As I slowly got my heart rate under control I could feel the corners of my lips curling up into a smile.

I had a growing feeling this was going to be an adventure. And isn't that what I'd always wanted? A slight sense of excitement broke through the anxious nervousness that gripped my mind.

Who knows if this will all suddenly change again, but I can't do anything about it now so I need to take everything step by step.

Resolving to focus on the present and worry about everything else later, I set out to figure out where I was, and more importantly, how to leave.

That's a nice-looking library. I wonder what's behind those doors?

Stepping away from the flat screen that showed the prince directing the captain to get some bandages for the cut in my chest, I looked around. The four doors were spread evenly around the hall, with two on each side. There were three bookshelves on either side of the hall, spaced in between the four doors and stretching from the floor to the ceiling. Every square inch of the bookshelves was stuffed with a book like one of those lawyer's libraries that are packed with books no one will ever read.

Curious, I walked over to the nearest door and tried the handle. The back of my head was not tingling so I just sort of assumed that I was safe. Having a spidey sense sure is helpful. Though not that helpful when the door is locked.

Hmmm, what about the others?

All of the doors were locked. And not the, 'here let me wiggle this' sort of locked. Rather, it felt as if the whole door was completely welded shut. Sighing, I stopped trying to open the doors and went to examine the library.

I have never been a big believer in intuition, always preferring to operate on facts and sound reasoning, but for whatever reason I found myself trusting these strange flashes of insight that streaked across my brain. It was as if they were facts that were hardcoded into my body. Just like the muscle memory that allowed me to hide the knife earlier. And almost caused me to kill the beautiful young lady.

Shuddering at the memory, I distracted myself by picking up a book. As soon as I opened it up my mind flickered and the scene in the image on the back wall shifted, revealing a spacious room with a thin 14-year-old reading at a desk. Thick textbooks were piled around the figure who was studying intently, completely focused on the book open in front of him. Notepads filled with streams of letters were strewn about the floor.

Wait, isn't that my history textbook? And economics? That's my room!

The shock at seeing my old bedroom was so great that the book slipped from my fingers, falling toward the ground, vanishing as soon as it left my fingers and reappearing on the shelf. The name that I had seen on the door when I first entered rushed back to me as I hurriedly grabbed another book. This time the scene was of a city street. A garbage man was emptying a can into his truck as the skinny young man walked down the sidewalk, reading something on his phone.

All at once the memory washed over me and I could remember every sensation I had experienced at that moment clearly. The weight of my backpack as the straps dug into my shoulders, the slap of my sneakers on the pavement. The joy I felt at having found another novel on Wattpad to get lost in.

Instinctively my fingers rose to my face to adjust my glasses, but finding nothing brought me back to my senses as the reality of my situation flooded over me. I carefully placed the book back on the shelf and the scene reverted to my wounded body. The captain had picked me up under the young lady's direction and after a slow-motion argument, he placed me on the bed before heading toward the door.

For a second there I thought he was going to throw me away.

I looked around at the shelves of books. Each contained a clear memory from my life, which, given the name of the building, made complete sense. This was the hall of the past. A place holding my memories. Resisting the urge to continue looking through the books, I walked to the exit. I was loath to leave in case I could no longer come back here, but there was nothing here apart from the memories of a past life.

If I had truly come to a new world, with a new body, then my life was never going to be the same. I could no longer use the rules and thought patterns of my old life to judge this new one. Trembling slightly, I paused, my hand on the exit. And then, with a deep breath, I stepped out of the door and into my new life.

Well, really I just ended up on the stoop. In front of me was an absolute void, stretching into forever in every direction. I quickly turned around and went back inside.

Don't go out the door. Okay, got it.

It took me a moment to calm down from the sight of nothingness. There was a strange pull to it as if it was trying to draw my soul out of my body. Resolving to never leave the door again, I took a deep breath and looked around the hall again. On the screen, I could see that Prince Patel and the captain had left the carriage. As I watched, the door opened and the first young woman that I had seen entered, curtsying to the young lady who was seated on the edge of the bed looking at me.

As I concentrated on the young lady seated on the bed, the scene shifted slightly, zooming toward her face. Startled, my concentration wavered and the scene shifted back to the bird's eye view.

Oh, wow. Camera controls! Haha, this is awesome!

My mind whirled with possibilities as I focused on her face again. The scene zoomed in toward her, stopping about a foot away. Even up close her face was perfect and no matter how long I looked at it, it only became more beautiful.

With some effort I forced myself to look away, shifting the scene toward the other young woman in the carriage. She was pretty as well, dressed in the same pants and tunic that the beautiful young lady wore, though hers was plain while the beautiful young lady's tunic was covered in detailed embroidered flowers.

Curious about the limits of my new camera, I focused on other areas of the carriage, moving the scene around the space. I quickly found that the further away from my body that I moved, the fuzzier the image was. Additionally, the solid surfaces like walls and windows actually blocked me. I could look through the windows but could not pass through them. In the same way, I could not see through the screen that was around the bathing area even though I could rotate the camera around it to look on the other side.

I found the bloody dagger under the dresser and reminded myself to retrieve it as soon as possible. The young woman in the plain clothes was cleaning up the blood that had been spilled on the floor and I was worried that she would find it and piece together what had happened. Letting go of my concentration, I allowed the camera to snap back to the bird's eye view and looked at myself.

My new body was tall and muscular, the sort of body you'd expect from a model or A-List actor. Despite the recent blood loss, my face was firm, with a strong nose and jawline. Well defined cheekbones gave my new face an angular shape while the arched eyebrows added a touch of ruthlessness to the otherwise handsome picture.

A far cry from what I looked like as a scrawny, glasses-wearing 14-year-old. Based on my size and the maturity of my new face, I guessed that my new body was between 18 and 20 years old.

At least I'm not ugly. It could be worse, I could look like my brother. I have no idea how mom had a son like him. Thankfully I turned out like sister instead, picture-perfect.

Shuddering at the thought of his extra-long arms and thick features, I reached out, touching the figure of my new body in the scene on the wall. Darkness flashed across my eyes and when I opened them I was back in the carriage, staring up at the tiled ceiling. Soft music had started playing at some point and the sun was still shining through the window, warming the bed. With a start remembered the dagger and tried to sit up but a soft hand pressed on my chest, gently stopping me.

My fingers twitched, about to grab the hand and break it in four places but I ruthlessly suppressed the instinct, causing my hand to flop on the bed. The perfect face entered my vision again and the most magical voice I had ever heard spoke.

"You're awake."

Laying in a comfortable bed and looking up at the most beautiful face I had ever seen, I resolved to never move again.

Sadly, my dream of gazing on perfection was shattered with the beauty's next words.

"Oh, let me call my brother!"

She stood and rushed out of the carriage, leaving me alone with the plainly dressed young woman who was sneaking peeks at me from the corner of her eye. Our eyes met as I sat up, causing her to blush. She looked down and focused on cleaning the floor. By the time she was done the Prince and his sister were back, along with the captain, who was still looking at me skeptically.

If I was going to live here now it was time I started taking the initiative, so I stood up, balancing myself against one of the bed's columns. Bowing my head slightly, I kept my face as passive as I could.

"My apologies, your highness. I don't know what came over me just then. One minute I was fine, and the next I was bleeding."

"Don't worry about it. The shock of your memory loss seemed to have reopened your wounds. We seem to have missed one when we were healing you earlier, though considering the state we found you in, I'm not overly surprised." The prince waved his hand casually, gesturing for the captain to pull up some chairs from where they were attached to the wall. "Sit, sit. You just lost a lot of blood so you really shouldn't be standing. Tia, would you mind making us some tea?"

"I'd be happy to." A brilliant smile crossed Princess Tia's face as she rushed out of the carriage again, holding the front of her tunic with her hands.

Tia, what a pretty name.

Prince Patel must have been used to the people around him being stunned by his sister's beauty because he just laughed when my eyes followed her figure out of the door.