ArifuretaForever

  (??? POV)

  Pain.

  That's the first thing I began experiencing as I opened my eyes.

  All over my body at that.

  "Ugh, what hit me?" I managed to say.

  Despite my throat being dry as a bone.

  "Ah, water." I managed to croak out.a

  Right after I managed to fully open my eyes.

  Though at the exact moment I did someone a woman, dressed in a maid uniform of all things, walked into wherever I was, and the second after she did, and saw that I was awake, got a shocked expression on her face.

  "Your highness, your awake!"

  She then shouted.

  After which before I could even say, well try to say considering how damn try my throat is, or do anything in response to her words I heard the sound of footsteps. Then a few seconds after I did other people began coming into where I was, many of whom began surrounding the bed I was ying in.

  "Prince Mordred, thank goodness."

  "Someone, go inform the king right now! His son has awakened!"

  "Thank the saintess!"

  "Tell your highness, how are you feeling?"

  Questions like that, along with other statements, began flying through the air before I even knew what was happening. Leading me to be overwhelmed. Made even worse by the fact I had no idea what was truly going on.

  His highness?

  Prince?

  Mordred?

  All of these titles were being used to refer to me and yet I have no idea why. It truly doesn't make any sense. Because I am not this person they are referring to. No, my name is-

  Only for it not to come to mind, no matter how hard I focused on it.

  Which isn't right. Since I know what my name is. It's-

  I tried to think of it again, and yet I got the same result.

  Which was nothing.

  It's like there's a void in my mind where my name should be.

  And it's not just that.

  Actually the more I think about it the more I realize I can't remember other things about myself. Like my age, the names of my family and friends, the name of my girlfriend, etc...

  I mean I know I had these things I just can't remember specifics about them no matter how hard I try.

  As this realization hit me I couldn't stop myself from suddenly beginning to breathe raggedly.

  'What's happening?' I thought. 'Why can't I remember things about myself? No, better question is, why can't I remember who I am?'

  As I tried to come up with a reason this might be the case I suddenly got an intense pain in my head. Which was accompanied by fshes within my mind.

  "Agh!!!"

  The both of which combination led me to start screaming at the top of my lungs.

  "Your highness Mordred!"

  "Hang on my prince! Just hang on!"

  These and other statements started to fly at me just like before.

  Though I couldn't really make most of them out as the pain got more intense by the second, until eventually all I saw was bck.

  ***

  "-on. Son, can you hear me?!" I heard a male voice worriedly shout at me.

  One that sounded extremely familiar.

  I worked to identify it as I fully opened my eyes.

  Once again.

  Though when I did it this time I didn't feel pain all over my body. In fact I didn't feel any pain at all. Not even in my head, which began right before I bcked out. The images too were gone.

  But thinking about them for a moment I suddenly realize those images weren't just images. No, they were memories. Ones that belonged to me. Because I am now two people that have become one.

  Or rather to put it simply I died and experienced the thing known as reincarnation. Which gave me a second chance at life. Which from what my memories tell me I have lived unaware of my other life for the past twelve years. Until the accident, I was in specifically a fall from climbing up a tree, which lead me to hit my head, led me to my current location.

  Which is the hospital wing of the royal pace belonging to the royal family of the Kingdom of Britannia.

  A country that existed in a game I thoroughly enjoyed in my previous life known as 'Terrestria Saga'. A open-world fantasy RPG-themed game which included monsters, magic, fictional races like elves and demons, as well as man different romantic partners from the protagonist/hero of the game to choose from. Which is made it so popur in my st life.

  So I guess that's likely the reason I ended up reincarnated into. However the hell that happened in the first pce. Since while the game did feature magic it never featured anything like reincarnation. Though I'm not going to take a gift like this for granted. Especially since I am now a character in a world based on my favorite game.

  Oh speaking of which who am I?

  Just as I began to thinkin about this I suddenly found myself being pulled into a hug.

  "Oh my precious Mordred, I'm so gd you've returned to us!"

  By the same man who called me his son earlier, based on his voice.

  "Yeah, I'm okay father." I replied. Returning his hug.

  Once I did so he released me and then took a step back. When he did I finally took the opportunity to get a good look at the man. In doing so I saw he was dressed in regal clothing, had short dark-blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and wore a silver crown atop his head.

  Upon seeing this the memories from my first twelve years of life in this world told me who the man I was looking at was.

  My father in this life, as well as the king of the Kingdom of Britannia itself, Uther Albion Pendragon.

  Who just called me Mordred...

  Upon finally realizing this a cold sweat began to run down my body.

  'No, it couldn't be right? My luck isn't that shitty, right?' I thought.

  But still needed ton confirm anyways just to be sure.

  So with that I looked my father, and then spoke before he, or anyone else I finally noticed in the room, could say anything else.

  "Father, may I please have some water? As well as a mirror so I can check out my own condition?" I asked.

  "Of course my boy." Uther replied. "Water and a mirror for Mordred." He then instructed the servants.

  Who then rushed off and then not even five minutes ter returned with what I asked for.

  A pitcher of water and a small handheld mirror.

  Walking over to me one of the servants offered them to me using the silver-tray they were carrying them on.

  Giving a curt nod I first took the pitcher of water and began drinking from it without hesitation. until it was completely empty. Quenching my thirst. Then once I did I pced it back atop the silver-tray and picked up the mirror, immediately beginning to examine my image in its reflection.

  When I did I saw the fat face of overweight kid with dark-blonde hair and deep purple eyes.

  Confirming my suspicions.

  That I had become Uther's son, Mordred Albion Pendragon. A prince of the Kingdom of Britannia.

  Which should be making me happy right?

  Well you'd be wrong about that.

  Why you ask?

  Because in the game Mordred Pendragon was one of the worst vilins and most hated characters. People nicknamed him the 'Piggy Prince' due to his size. He was a guy who constantly committed horrible crimes and atrocities, and also stood in the games protagonist/heroes way on several occasions, until he finally stopped after experiencing a rather gruesome and horrifying death.

  And I am now that person.

  So now you can see just why I am losing my shit.

  This is the worst possible situation!

  'Wait, maybe it's not so bad.' I thought.

  Considering this is a real life world now and not a game. So maybe I wasn't as horrible here, before my previous life's memories awakened, as Mordred was depicted in the games.

  Thinking this I began to recall my memories of the past twelve years of living solely as Mordred Pendragon.

  Only to have my hopes instantly snuffed out when I did.

  Bullying servants, disrespecting teachers, not even trying to carry out princely duties. Etc..

  The more I reviewed the memories from my past twelve years of life here the more I wanted to beat my own ass bck and blue for the shit I have done.

  No seriously.

  I was a horrible human being.

  But today that all changes.

  No longer with I be that Morded Pendragon. Today a new one has been born.

  Now I just have to convince everyone around me that's the case.

  Which again is going to take a lot of work.

  But if I want to avoid my horrible fate from the game then this is what I'm going to have to do.

  And the situation isn't entirely hopeless, considering Mordred is the same age as the games protagonist whose overall story doesn't begin until he's fifteen and I'm only twelve. So that means I should have three years to get myself ready.

  I hope.

  As I began thinking about this, along with many other things, my father Uther spoke to me.

  "Mordred my boy. Are you sure you're alright?" He asked me.

  "Hm, oh yes father I am. Just still a bit tired is all. I think I just need a bit more rest and I'll be back to normal." I said.

  Noticing the looks some of the servants got on their faces the moment they heard me say those words.

  Apologizing to them in my head for the actions of my past self I ignored for the most part though.

  "I see." Uther mused. "Well alright then. I'll let you get some sleep." He spoke.

  He then took many of the people in the hospital wing with him and left.

  Right after he did I turned over and truly began trying to fall asleep.

  Since I felt my mind needed a serious rest, given all it had just been through in the st few minutes.

  And it seems my body agreed.

  Since before knew it I was out.

  Bringing my first day as the 'Piggy Prince' to a close.

  Now I just have to get through living as him for the rest of my days of my second life.

  With which what I have in mind I hope to make a long one.

  Again, here's hoping.