The young man was shivering in anger, madness filling his eyes. "But.., the young man stopped mid-sentence as a shiver visible swept the air, freezing everyone in place, a suffocating pressure pinned everyone in their place.

Alfred struggled to turn to face the source, there was a hunched-over outline walking toward the crowd, a thick wooden stick clacked on the ground with each step of the figure the pressure increased.

The knight captain struggled under the pressure, turning to face the now visible old woman, frost following her steps.

"What is the meaning of this Dor...

"It is Mage Dorothy to you." Cut Dorothy lifting her head to look him in the eye, blue swirls danced in her glowing eyes.

The knight's veins bulged at the taunt, hands on the handle of his sword, fingers already blue.

"Remove it from its Sheath, and none will return with their head today." She straightened her hunched back. "Now leave and tell the lord I will be visiting him soon." Her tone chilled with finality.

The pressure vanished , heat returning as she finished her words, the knights carried the young man, hurrying off out of sight.

The knight captain glanced at her with an ugly scrounge on his face, turning to follow his ward.

Dorothy huffed and hunched back into her normal self, receiving awkward nods from the terrified crowd before walking away.

Alfred greeted the old crow and entered the bakery, buying bread for the day as his sisters admirably attempted to bargain for a pair of muffins from Sally.

They left with day's worth of bread and basket of freshly baked blueberry muffins.

...

ADAM( A week old)

I woke up to searing pain, deep in my stomach, a banshee-like cry rocked the house. Being a newborn had many benefits like having no responsibility or having to tolerate others but it also had many cons like being practically blind for weeks to having large bulges shoving into your face which most probably were a woman's bossom.

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I might understand some sick person's fetish for drink directly from his species udders, it still does not sound same to enjoy or to appreciate it as a sane adult, which sounds hypocritical coming from me since I had been doing it for a week now.

Life as a baby is hard especially if you have the mind of a young adult stuck in the body of a child, it can be extremely degrading to have your bowel movements 'discharge' violently without an ounce of control, and the itch Aaarh! The greatest enemy of peace of mind.

I mean imagine having a constant itch on your back that won't go away no matter how long you wait, it's basically torture.

"Sigh....

Well I can only stretch a bit and that's it for movement in this body, though things were getting better, I managed today to see my 'mother's' face and I mean see see not just the usual blur.

I can honestly say that I will be blessed to have her Gene's and I really mean it, smooth pale skin, a hazel brown hair and emerald green eyes.

I pulled on her nose before she drove her face into my tummy, tickling it with her nose. I could barely hold myself from laughing and kicking around.

She lowered me into my crib before heading for work', I don't know what she does but her two daughters always keep me busy. They bring dusty books and sit on a chair to the crib to read what I can only guess are quite the boring books since they usually fall asleep before finishing.

I still could not understand a word but I gathered that 'sol' and 'Len' are there names or nicknames. Not the hardest thing when the say them all the time, though the thing i discovered about myself was that I hate with passion the repeated violation of the flesh of my nose and cheeks.

All the tickles and stupid faces were somewhat tolerable but the unreasonable pinching was another thing completely, it can not be ignored nor avoided. I also have not seen the house's hearth ever run out. the flame was always there to push what seemed to be signs of the winter. 'Mother' even started to cover me in thicker wraps. I managed to see my 'father' from time to time fetching food mostly fish and some times the odd sea fruit, almost a peach but smelled of sea and salt, with a thick-almost leathery- skin.

His figure was massive and not just from the point of view of a week old baby, with his hands, he split the sea fruit the size of an adult's skull, spilling red juices and sweat flesh.

My stomach grumbles from the gorey display, I look 'Mother' in the eye while scowling as best as I could until she got the point and lifted me to sniff my 'wraps'. she lowered me on the dinning table and fetched my new 'wraps' frowning at the wraps before she used them to wipe my backside gentle before trickling warm water to wipe further down.

After a begrudgingly refreshing change, she took me and went to her room in the second floor which felt odd concerning the medieval-ish looks of the house, the wooden steps of the stares did not even groan or creek when she stepped on them. The wood was positively vibrant almost as if it is alive, and there was that green spot that was half way on the stair wall, i tried to see it more clearly and twisted myself causing mother to miss her step and trip head first into the stairs, but before she could hit the floor the green light brightened and vine-like protrusions erupted from the wall and held her in place.

she stood there looking at the step on which she was going to smash her head on, while I was absolutely floored with what I saw, I mean what the hell! there's magic in this world?!