Alec has been taking care of me since the day I was born. He didn't love it at first, and he wasn't loving it now. I feel that Alec was picked to be my companion because he was the youngest among the servants. Alec always made sure to limit his time inside my room. He'd change my clothes quickly, stuff me with food like a pig hastened for the slaughter, or hose me with water he could freely control with his finger. Despite the haste in his actions, Alec was perfect in everything. I haven't sniffed a single dust since he started cleaning my room. He even knew when to scratch my arse when it was itchy. I couldn't do it with these stubby arms.
I'm grateful for what he does, but I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. I could not speak the skill's name, but the thought was enough.
[Possession]!
Time seemed to stop when the thought passed my mind. In this unmoving world, I felt my soul and body lift into the air and smash into Alec's body. It was so instantaneous it took me a few seconds to register what happened and a few more seconds to realize that I was staring at Alec's hand connected to my body. I've become Alec! I felt nothing at first. Bewildered, maybe? Then the nausea brought by waking up in this unfamiliar body came in. Alec's body was relatively lighter if I compared it to my infant body which couldn't lift its head from the crib. Then suddenly, a dull headache emerged. My vision dulled, and I heard voices I recognized. These are voices that belonged to the other servants. My eyes eventually darkened, and I saw Alec's memories flash.
"What sword do you think he'll pick at the graveyard of swords?" Siliva, one of my mom's handmaidens and a close friend of Alec asked. "I hope he picks something powerful, like the Winnead."
"We'd be lucky if he even had an interest in the sword," a voice I recognized from Alec said.
"What do you mean?" Silvia asked.
"I'm talking about what happened during his birth. You also saw that, right?" Alec said in a hushed tone. "He has always had this calm look that persists until this day. Ever since I had the misfortune of being his caretaker, I haven't seen that boy cry, smile, or laugh whenever I make funny faces. The face he was doesn't look like someone with an interest in the sword."
"That's just you jumping to conclusions," Silvia said with a chuckle. "You always do that."
"I do?"
"Remember the time when you thought I was hitting on you?" I couldn't see Alec's face, but somehow I could feel the beat of embarrassment in his heart. "It doesn't mean he's not interested in the sword just because he doesn't cry like most babies. Just be glad that Lady Angelina finally has a son that can partake in the Graveyard of Swords Ceremony. I hope he'll pick the sword by the pool. That'll make everyone's eyes pop when young master Viktor picked the first Baskerville sword."
"You talked to me just to talk about swords, didn't you?"
"You know I did. What else do I talk to you about these days?"
The memory blurred, and I was plucked out of the vision. I woke up in my bedroom, with my status window popping in and out of existence.
[Mana Low]
[Mana Low]
[Mana Low]
Before I could regain my bearings, time had stopped, and I popped out of Alec's chest. Alec shook his head and looked at me, confused.