You I'm “Comedy is simply a funny way of being serious” - Peter Ustinov
IMPORTANT MESSAGE
I have decided to do a few quick edits but all of this is a rough draft. My story is not planned and I will just write what comes to mind. Hope you enjoy my story.
Chapter 3 Part 1- First Sentences Spoken
It has been eleven months since I have been born to this world. Throughout this whole time I have been training my control over energy. Surprisingly though, my energy is increasing at an unbelievable speed yet I can’t seem to control it as well as before. Ever since coming here, my control over the energy has decreased to zero. I had to restart and get better control but I would fail every time. Now, my training has finally shown it’s purpose because I can now control it but not near perfection. Right now, I have reached 13% of my goal on the control. I am not trying to control it as well as before I was born into this body but I have set a goal on how much I can possibly control. Probably around 40%-50% of what I can control in this body with proper training since it seems to be rejecting it.
The cause of all of my problems seem to be the very moment I bloomed. After coming out of the bud, my energy became haywire and let out a huge wave of energy spreading through a far range. I acted out instantly and used my willpower to send the leaked energy back to myself. Just hope that no one would find out where I am or who I am thanks to my miscalculation. Knowing that I had a huge amount of energy, I should have known that my body would not be able to contain such energy and prevented such an accident. Pretty painful experience since the backlash was a terrible migraine. I should be thankful that it did not cause any physical damage. I don’t even know how my parents could not notice such a huge change but it was probably because of how happy and excited they were to finally talk to each other. After all, my mother was in a comatic state for over a year. Even I would ignore everything else and focus on each other but they could at least remember about me.
Right when they finished naming me, both of my parent went into their own little world. All they did was talk about the days where they could not see each other face to face. I would have been alright with it if they put me back to my little prison they call a crib. My father was eating my mother’s face like a hungry beast right in front of me and they only noticed it after hearing me wail.
Sometimes I wonder if they really cared about my well being because that just took out a major blow to my mental health. Just remembering the details of that time would send shivers down my spine. Please erase such frightening memories from my head!
*Cough Cough* Back to the story, I am now eleven months old and have decided to finally speak and walk for the first time ever. Why? That is because I just never felt like talking or walking in front of them. Actually, the dangers of them finding out I could actually walk and talk right when I was born would either freak them out or excite them. Probably the latter. I would only sneak out when they were not home which was difficult since they both came looking for me every time I left the crib for three minutes. They will literally start a rampage trying to look for me but now they would usually leave me in the living room where I would crawl to the library. And yes, we have a library. I only found out while I was trying to practice my mana and decided to explore the whole house.
My first thoughts when entering the library was that the shelves are hella huge and looked like towers when you are a baby but do not look down upon me! I have been alive a lot longer than you think and I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Though I have been reborn.
A problem arose, I couldn’t fully grasp the language spoken in this world. It was more of a mixture between greek and french. There was a time when my father spoke in a different language and the words spoken felt so ancient. The languages spoken in this world had a few similarities but my parents were a different matter. I thought my father was the one who spoke in that tongue but I heard her talk to my him one night. Is it one of those forbidden languages I’ve heard of before in the other galaxies? Hmmm...I need some more information on this particular topic but not now.
Since I wasn’t in a rush I quickly looked around for any signs of my parents and started to run at the closest book. Most of the books at the first level of the shelf is picture books and a few adventure books. My most favorite out of all the adventure books was the tale of a lonely boy named Sendoa. The lonely boy was betrayed by everyone yet he stood tall and walked his own path. The sad and lonely boy went through many trials all alone and would end up nearly dead in most of his battles. Sendoa eventually became stronger than everyone and those who thought of him but fodder were punished. I truly admire him, not for his physical prowess but his mental strength. He is a kind and strong-hearted person. If he were real, I would love to meet him one day.
Days went by which eventually became weeks then months and I had finally read almost half of the books in the library. It was a pretty big library too. The library was the size of eight rooms combined. And one room is actually pretty big in this house. Wondering how I could read that fast? I’m just one of those who reads pretty quick.
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Don’t misunderstand, I started going to the library a month after being born. See? I wasn’t too hasty on wanting to learn about this world. Plus, I couldn’t go all the time but my parents eventually found out so it was okay. My father would often read the stories to me but he was quite annoying. Father would always hug and squeeze me so tight I could not breath every couple of minutes. Who would enjoy that?! It was like a near death experience every single time he did hug me so imagine that happening every so often. I’m surprised that I would live to see another day after such relentless torture.
Through the library’s books, I was able to learn quite a lot. I learned that I had two energies in my body. One of the energy was what they called mana while the other was something else. I do not know what it is but it is different from my mother’s mana energy. It felt like a whole entire different thing. I am still quite unsure of what to call it but for now I shall call it Soul Essence. Another thing I learned was the history of this planet. Different books contained a whole other story of how it was formed. One of them said it was created by three primal gods while another would say it was naturally formed and we eventually came to be. So many theories of how it was formed yet none of them had any specific detail or evidence for their claims.
Do the gods of this world avoid contact or do they have their own specific race they wish to guide? In the other worlds, there gods who took complete control over every race. I need to learn and see more of this world but for now I am quite satisfied with my lifestyle.
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[ Amoret’s POV ]
Some time during the day, my husband suddenly brought up the topic of the day our daughter bloomed. As I was cradling our baby girl, he explained to me how he suddenly felt a surge of power coming from her but then in a sudden moment, it was gone. Thinking it was just his imagination, he brushed it off of his mind. But now he thinks that it may be true.
Our daughter had her father’s eyes, a very bright pair of golden luminescent pupils and with her bits of hair was a silver color. Her hair was steadily increasing in both volume and height. The only difference is the kaleidoscope of colors shift in her hair. They would move up and down her hair, giving off a divine aura.
Looking towards our daughter he said, “Have you noticed the natural mana of this world is fluctuating around her. It’s as if they were trying to protect her from everything, even us. Is that not enough to get suspicious?”
“I’ve noticed but what if she is different, we should still love her for who she is.” I voiced my opinions.
“Of course we will love her, nothing will come to her harm no matter what but we need to at least double our defense on the barrier. We can’t have anyone finding our current location right now. Even if I am capable of fending a couple of gods, it does not necessarily mean I am invincible.” Stating the problem, “While I’m busy fighting them off, who will protect the both of you? I’m just worried about the safety of you and our kid,” he said, venting out his fear of losing us.
Clearly seeing his anxiety, I spoke in a soft voice all in effort to soothe him. “Okay and we can do it together to finish it even faster.” Smiling, assuring him of our worries, “Relax, with both of power combined, we can protect her. I do not need your protection either.”
Even a powerful being like Zen’non will have a few worries especially now. This just shows how much he truly cares about his family. Grateful for the fate of allowing me to have such a wonderful family, I started towards the edge of the island when…
“Hmm, I have been curious for a while but I am half-dragon and faery right?”
Reflexively turning towards the direction of the voice, I turned to see my husband with his eyes bulging out and my daughter giggling.
“Ahem. You must be surprised right? No need to worry, I have been able to speak for quite a while now.” Zemorit announced.
Staring at her with my eyes wide open, I could not utter a single word. Why? That’s because our 11 month-old baby is already able to speak. How is this even possible.
“You’re probably wondering why I suddenly started talking? Eh, I just felt like it.” Shrugging her shoulders while smiling. “All I had to do was use my mana and channel it down to my vocal cord to speak since it would sound like useless babble if not for the mana.”
MANA?! SHE ALREADY KNOWS WHAT AND HOW TO CONTROL IT?
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[ Zemorit’s POV ]
Hmm...their reactions were funny at first but now they won’t even budge. All they do is stare with their mouths wide open, aren’t you afraid of bugs flying in? Yeah, it’s my fault. I know that but reversing it now is quite an impossible feat. Ooh, I should probably think of a way to reverse time. Haven’t tried it before but I should probably ask them later on about magic in this world.
They would find out eventually so why not do it now? My parents were probably catching on by now. I hope they will get used to my surprises in the future because there is going to be a whole lot more coming.
I may not be the best writer in this community but I hope to improve in the future. I am but a noob so I am counting on those who are experienced to advise me on my my mistakes and ways I may improve upon it.