Among the few lives rescued, Leon Ash and his sister Kaitlyn were among those deemed to possess the greatest potential on Earth. Leon's soul, in particular, was singled out to embark on a profound journey, tracing the elusive remnants of the Mages' escape from this fading universe. His soul was chosen to serve as a bridge, linking Atlantis and the realm where the city of Olympus had sought refuge in a primitive new universe.
Awakening in a new world, Leon's initial sensation was a chilling coldness that gripped his infant form. The limitations of his newly formed body hindered complex thoughts, and his lack of vision had not yet registered. With a feeble attempt, he stretched out his undeveloped limbs, and through his untrained vocal cords, emitted the first sounds of his infant life. However, his cries soon led to being swaddled tightly, a comforting embrace that gradually dispelled the biting cold.
Slipping into slumber, Leon succumbed to the strain caused by his departing soul. He roused from his deep sleep only when his own plaintive cries, beseeching for sustenance, pierced the quiet air. His vision, now slightly more developed, allowed him to discern a group approaching him. Among them were three elderly women, their weathered faces a testament to the passage of time. Accompanying them were two young girls, presumably his sisters. One appeared to be around thirteen, her shoulder-length brunette hair framing her face, while the other, a girl of about seven or eight, stood beside her. His oldest sister gently cradled him and carried him toward a woman who, in his infantile understanding, could only be assumed to be his mother.
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As they approached, Aura, Leon’s new mother, began to undress the top half of her body. Remarkably, despite having just given birth, her stomach had already regained its toned form. Her graceful limbs and modestly sized, perky breasts formed a harmonious ensemble, a picture of petite beauty.
With a tender touch, she took her from her eldest sister’s arms and nestled Leon against her bosom, prompting a subtle gasp of discomfort as she started to feed. Her newborn instincts took over without hesitation as she latched onto her mother’s breast, eager to drink her nourishing milk. An instinctual determination, towards drawing the milk into her mouth and swallowing rhythmically.
As tranquility washed over her, Leon settled into a tranquil rhythm, eventually succumbing to a serene slumber. Her soul, now at peace within its newly acquired body, descended into a profound sleep. It would only awaken from this profound repose when her petite form had matured enough to engage with more complex thoughts and experiences.