So I don't remember dying or anything, but I suddenly woke up 200 years later as a baby called "David Phoenix", with memories of a past-life.

Soon after I "died" though, Magic came into existence, so that sounds like fun.

As luck would have it though, my magic is a bit crippled, but I'm sure I'll work my way up the ladder like in all those Rebirth fics.

I just gotta grow my own wings.

(Mature tag is a Maybe, due to possible gore and violence in the future. May add more tags later on.)