Ch-3

From the day I woke up in this new life, every moment was a lesson, every experience a challenge. As the weeks passed, I gradually adapted to my infant body's limitations. Crawling proved to be a monumental achievement in itself.

As to flip my body was a difficult task, with the motor control which a baby have is terrible but I have to say it was hard but no so as I first thought. My body adapted to stress pretty quickly as it takes me nearly 20 days as oppose to 2 month which a baby normally takes.

I had to condition my body properly as to not hurt my tiny body as I slowly but steadily fine tuned my reflexes as well as strengthen my body.

At first, my attempts were clumsy, resembling more of a wobble than a proper crawl. But with each attempt, I grew stronger, my muscles developing coordination, and soon enough, I was exploring the world on all fours.It was fascinating to say atleast the world was odd without excess sounds of vehicles I would have thought I am in country side but the ambiance says otherwise. My new dad is most likely a guardsmen or something as he walks out of the home armed with a spear. But the most interesting thing was the sharp objects which would be repelled or as I barriered from my reach. At first I didn't take it seriously but after some days I figured it would be magic which horrified me to no end. As a being who came from world where there is no magic it was a horrible realisation that anything could go down here. At that again threw a massive tantrum.

For some days I even halted my actions of getting a grip over my body. I threw tantrums as if all my progress has been lost. But after somedays I regain my wits and started my plans again. Sitting up was another milestone. I marveled at the newfound perspective it offered, watching my surroundings with wide-eyed wonder. With determination, I practiced until I could sit independently, my tiny hands supporting me as I surveyed the room.

To my relief my new mom was mundane as ever. She didn't threw magic willy nilly even ever.

Standing came next, a feat achieved with the aid of supportive hands. The world seemed both vast and intimidating from this newfound height. With shaky legs, I learned to balance, my family offering encouraging smiles and reassuring words, guiding me through this charted territory again. As one of those days I found my dad to be able to weild magic as even though mom didn't showed any. Which wasn't flashy, he could create sparks for all I know to amuse me. But mom did give him a severe scolding.

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And then, the day arrived when I took my first steps. It was a moment filled with both triumph and trepidation. With hesitant steps and lots of encouragement, I ventured forward, my small feet barely making a sound against the floor. The sheer joy on my parents' faces encouraged me to keep trying, and soon, I was toddling around the room, my newfound mobility opening up a world of exploration.

In addition to physical milestones, I also began to grasp the complexities of human emotions. I observed my family members intently, learning to differentiate between their various expressions. I sensed their love and care, their laughter and warmth, and the occasional moments of frustration or worry. These emotions intrigued me, and my keen intellect allowed me to understand their significance even at such a young age. I have discovered that even though magic wasn't rare it couldn't be wielded by everyone. Dad has shown some capabilities which astounded me as he was able to carry a bore in his shoulders which must have weighted around 1/2 a ton easily without a drop of sweat. And not to mention mom has shown superhuman capabilities of lifting up furniture easily. So it means that whatever magic is it strengthen us physically which did explain my body to adapt to changes quickly.

It also explained why they didn't freaked out instead they were shocked. It gave me a good idea of my current condition. I have already decided to show myself above average in aptitude. So as not to act monstrous and get burned like a witch.

My interactions with my family were heartwarming to so atleast.I had tried to accept my new reality to my utmost effort. I would gaze up at them with innocent curiosity, my eyes reflecting my intelligence, sparking conversations without words. The touch of my mother's gentle hands, the hearty laughter of my father, along with their playful antics became the anchors of my understanding in this unfamiliar world filled with magic.

One day, amidst a cheerful family gathering, I uttered my first word even though I could already pronounce some harder words. I also have grasped the language along with incantation of iluminaton along with its magic formula.A simple yet profound moment. "Momma," I said, my voice soft and clear. The room fell into a hushed silence, followed by an eruption of joy. My family members showered me with praise and affection, their smiles reflecting pride and love. It was a defining moment, a testament to my rapid understanding of the world around me.

As I continued to grow and learn, my family stood by my side, guiding me through the challenges of infancy. Despite the complexities of my situation, their unconditional love provided me with the strength and reassurance I needed to navigate this new life. With each passing day, I embraced the experiences of babyhood along with them, my keen intellect blending seamlessly with the innocence of infancy, creating a unique and extraordinary journey of firsts.