Mao I

“Awaken.” A deep voice called out.

“Nya! It is time to wake up!” Another voice said, this time more feminine and soft.

Everything felt wet and sticky. I couldn’t remember anything but this moment and how it felt. Trying to open my eyes I was met with a stinging sensation that caused me to close my eyes shut tightly again. Impulsively I tried to scream at the pain but it was muffled out. It almost felt like I was choking but I didn’t feel the need to breathe. I was submerged completely in some sort of liquid?

In the distance I could hear a voice that was muffled by the liquid surrounding his ears.

“He’s waking up!” Someone said, as I could start to feel the liquid moving. I felt like I was falling and someone must have caught me, they felt really more or maybe I was really cold.

“Shaoran.” Called out a female voice. Is that me, I don’t think that’s my name. Wait, what is my name? I felt myself being squeezed as someone held him tightly.

“M-mom?” I said hesitantly. I wasn’t positive it was my mother but it just left right. I could feel a warm cloth rub against his face removing the remaining moist substance. I could now open my eyes.

Where am I? There was a faint blue glow in the room that stung my eyes. It felt like I was looking into the sun. As the adrenaline of waking up started to wear off I felt a sharp throbbing pain. I grabbed the sides of my head as the pain became more and more intense.

“Shaoran what’s wrong?,” Mother called out, embracing me tighter.

“This is normal.” Said a manly voice unknown to me. The voice was rough like sandpaper in how direct it was. “He is experiencing mana withdrawal, it will only be temporary.”

It was starting to set in how cold I really felt. The pain had gotten so intense I was almost numb to it. I tried to open my eyes again, which was a mistake. The moment the blue light hit my eyes again the pain reached a level I couldn’t handle and I passed out.

I slowly opened my eyes. My eyes felt heavy as if I needed more sleep. The surroundings were different now. Instead of feeling cold and wet I felt warm with a soft material around me. This is a bed. Where was I before? My thoughts were interrupted as I realized I could hear the same voices from earlier.

“How can you be so sure he is okay?” I could hear my mother ask.

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“Just look at his breathing, he no longer needs help from Mother Nya.” Said a tall catkin male with aged grayed tabbed fur. My mother's gave then fell upon me, meeting my eyes.

“Mommy.” I said, my voice was so soft I surprised myself. Is my voice this high pitched? “What happened to me?” I sound like a mouse!

“Don’t worry about that now Shaoran-kun.” She came to the side of the bed and patted my head affectionately. The warm sign of affection did comfort me. I found myself tearing up overwhelmed with emotion, blushing. I looked away which only caused his mother to embrace me more.

My memory was fuzzy. When I tried to push myself out of bed but my arms gave out and I fell hard onto my side. What happened to me! I can’t even get out of bed on my own.

“It will take time to fully regain your strength. You have been out of commission for y-er um I mean a while.” The Tall catkin reassured me, I noticed my mom seemed to leer at him when he was saying how long I had been out for.

My mother made me stay in bed. Everything felt weird to do. Even when they brought me food to eat, my taste was super sensitive. My jaw even cracked when I tried to chew on crackers. I needed help doing a lot of stuff. I wasn’t even able to bathe myself on my own.

However with each passing moment I regained more strength. I was able to feed myself and within a few hours of waking up. The next day I was finally allowed to try and stand up. My knees almost buckled, the support staff with me helped me stand. It was as if I had to learn how to walk again. At first it was only a few steps but on future attempts I was able to start to walk around the room. I came across a mirror on the wall and froze.

“Was my hair always brown?” I asked and everyone in the room seemed to pause. Ever since I had woken up I hadn’t had a moment to myself.

“Did I say something wrong?” I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“No, not at all.” My mom said, touching her hand to my forehead. I tried to brush her away but she persisted. “I think you are still just adjusting, baby.” I pouted back at her. She didn’t even try to answer my question; she just brushed it off. I could’ve sworn my hair wasn’t brown before!

With every passing day I gained more strength. A week after my mother wanted me to try casting magic again. We sat in our study with magical textbooks laid out.

"Envision the molecular formula of the chemical or compound in your mind and visual it in front of you." My mother lectured.

"Okay I'll try." I raised my hands up in front of myself. Water was is it was H2O, I could see it clearly in my mind. I left like common sense to me but nothing happened.

"It's not working." I pouted at my mother.

"Close your eyes and focus on water, how it feels to touch water, how it feels to drink water, think of everything water is in." Encouraged my mother.

I closed my eyes and held my hands out again this time over my head.

"Good now take a deep breath and think about what it would be like if there was water over you." My mom said calmly as if this was something I easily could do in the past.

I took in a deep breath and let it out. I could then feel water running over my hands. I opened my eyes in shock to see a giant ball of water floating over me. However it didn't stay there longer as it came crashing down on me as I lost my focus. My face was red with embarrassment but my mom embraced me.

"That was amazing Shaoran-kun!" She said squeezing me tightly. "I think that one of your best summonings yet!" My mother boasted.

"I did it I really did it!"

I then went about changing as my clothes since they were soaking wet. As I did I thought about what my mom said. So I was able to summon before but now my powers might be better. This felt overwhelming. I had an urge to "post about this" however I don't know what making a post means. This also seem to be happening more, I thoughts and ideas about things I don't remember.