I always wondered how I'd die. Not in a dramatic way or anything. Just… eventually. You see, in this world, people like me don't exactly leave behind legendary funerals. Orphans rarely do.
Kids who grow up bouncing between foster homes, temporary guardians, and government systems tend to learn one important lesson pretty early in life:
Most people are only temporary.
Some foster families were decent.
Some were… less so.
But no matter how things went, the ending was always the same.
Eighteen years old.
Good luck.
Try not to die.
That was the system. And honestly? I got used to it. I worked. Studied when I could. Did delivery jobs when I needed money. Avoided gangs. Avoided trouble. Tried to survive. Which is why getting hit by an eighteen‑wheeler was honestly a little insulting.
I mean really. Out of all the possible ways to go out? Truck‑kun? Seriously? The last thing I remember from my previous life was headlights. And the strange thought that the truck looked suspiciously like a red and blue version of Optimus Prime.
Then everything went white.
Warmth came first.
Soft.
Comfortable.
Like sitting next to a fireplace during winter. For a moment I thought maybe this was heaven. Then came the voices. Three women. Laughing. Cackling, actually as loud sounds echoed in the background.
The warmth disappeared. Cold replaced it. Not normal cold. The kind of cold that sinks into your bones and politely informs you that death is still very much on the table.
Then everything went dark.
When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was snow. Endless snow.
Grey sky. Freezing wind. And a white fox staring directly at my face.
"…Uh."
The fox tilted its head. I blinked slowly. Okay.
Possibility one.
Kidnapping.
Possibility two.
Severe concussion.
Possibility three…
I raised my hand.
Small.
Tiny, actually. Definitely not the hand of an adult. "…You've got to be kidding me." Memories hit me all at once. Not just my old life. New ones too. Images flashed through my head. A beautiful golden‑haired girl. Warm light surrounding her.
Daphne.
My older sister. Then two smaller children. Twins. A girl with blazing red hair. A boy with matching hair whose aura felt like controlled fire.
Bloom.
And…
Damian.
And somewhere between them all…
there was me.
Theo.
Theo Domino.
My brain stopped working for a solid five seconds. "…Wait." Domino. As in Domino? As in the royal family of Sparks from Winx Club? I slowly looked down at my tiny body lying in the snow. "…No."
Then I remembered something else. The timeline. The kingdom of Domino had already fallen. The royal family had been attacked. Children scattered across the universe. Bloom hidden on Earth. Daphne turned into a wandering spirit after using a forbidden spell.
Which meant only one thing. "…Oh this is bad." Because if I really was Theo Domino, then two extremely important facts existed.
One:
I had somehow reincarnated into the royal bloodline of a magical world.
And two:
I didn't remember any character named Theo in the show.
Or Damian either.
Which meant we fell into one of the worst narrative categories imaginable.
Original characters in a canon storyline.
The fox poked my cheek with its nose. I blinked. "…Right." Focus. Freezing to death first. Existential crisis later. I slowly pushed myself upright. The cold immediately punched me in the lungs.
Okay.
New discovery.
Dragon prince body or not…
being five years old in a frozen wasteland still sucked.
The fox sat beside me like she had already decided we were traveling companions.
"…Great," I muttered.
"Reincarnated into a magical royal family."
"Possibly stranded on an ice planet."
"And now I have a fox."
The fox wagged her tail. Something about her felt strange. Not dangerous. Just… wrong. The same way twisted magic feels. A curse. Yeah. Definitely cursed. I sighed and scratched behind her ears. "Well," I muttered quietly.
"Looks like we're both having a rough day."
She leaned into my hand. For a moment we just sat there. Two cursed creatures in the middle of a frozen wasteland. Then another memory surfaced. A trailer I had watched only a few days before the truck hit me. A movie scene. A character.
Cold eyes.
Sharp features.
White‑blue hair.
Ao Bing.
Specifically the version from Nezha Reborn. A dragon prince slash gangster whom keeps getting killed the same way every lifetime.
Elegant.
Dangerous.
And suspiciously handsome.
Slowly…
very slowly…
I reached up and touched my face. The bone structure felt familiar. Too familiar. "…Oh come on." I groaned.
"Of course."
"Of course, the universe would give me the face of a dragon prince who looks like a gangster." Because apparently reincarnation wasn't chaotic enough without throwing in dragon‑prince aesthetics.
The fox yipped quietly. I looked down at her. She stared back with bright intelligent eyes. "…Alright," I sighed. "Let's review the situation."
I raised a finger.
"Step one: die in a truck accident."
Second finger.
"Step two: wake up in a frozen wasteland."
Third finger.
"Step three: discover you've been reincarnated as a missing member of the royal family of Domino."
Fourth finger.
"…Step four: probably get dragged into whatever magical apocalypse destroyed the kingdom in the first place."
The wind howled across the snowfield. The fox curled up beside me. I leaned back into the snow. If there was one thing my old life had given me…
It was an absurd amount of knowledge about anime, mythology, and fantasy stories.
And if those stories taught me anything…
It was that reincarnating into the royal bloodline of a magical kingdom almost always ended in chaos. Which meant I had two choices.
Panic.
Or prepare.
I closed my eyes.
"…Guess we start preparing." The fox snuggled closer to my side as the storm intensified around us. Far away across the universe, three children continued living their lives.
Daphne.
Bloom.
Damian.
None of them knew yet that their middle brother had just woken up.
But eventually…
they would.
And when that happened…
the story of the Dragon's heirs would truly begin