It's been 3 months since this body has gotten self awareness.Suddenly i feel a suction force which i cannot resist.It’s painful because I am being pushed through a small hole.I realize that i am being born. After 5 hours of pushing and screaming i am greeted by the loving embrace of a woman i assume to be my mother. She is extremely beautiful. She has scarlet red hair and rosy cheeks.  She has clear white skin like jade. Her eyes are clear oceans and any man can easily be enchanted  I look beside my mother and there a very handsome and  fit man but his face is ruined by a scar going across his face from his hairline to his chin. He  has black hair and deep red eyes like blood.

“Honey, look it’s a boy” the man with the scar says with a smile

The woman smiles back and says “ yes i can see that but why does he have silver hair  it's not like either of us”

The man frowns.

”I don’t know either”

“Well it doesn’t matter he is our beautiful son so what if he is a little different?”

The man laughs loudly and replies “ of course he is honey he is meant to be a great warrior like his father” the man sticks his chest out proundly.

“He looks far too delicate for that he is meant to be a mage like me” the woman smiles sweetly and replies.

“Lane look it’s a present for you” The man takes a box out of his pocket and hands it to me.

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My mother helps me open the box and inside is a little egg the size of a pebble.

As my mother sees my questioning look she smiles and says “little lane it’s a beast egg it’s to be your lifelong companion”

I take the egg in my hand and feel my mana being absorbed by it

“Rosaline let me see him” The man suddenly says to the woman

“Be careful with him he is still a newborn” the woman hands me over carefully

“of course i will honey he has to take over the dukedom in the future i can’t have him being hurt now can I?”

“He is still too young to decide that.”

“That's odd i thought that newborns are supposed to cry when they are first born”the man knits his brow

“That is strange he looks perfectly healthy though”

“Yes it's fine i'm suppose he is a bit special”

“ oh god does he have a mental problem?!?!?!”

Rosaline hits him on the head hard and takes me from his arms and says “OF COURSE THAT’S NOT WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT I MEAN HE MIGHT BE SMART OR THE QUIET TYPE”

“ouch I'm sorry i was just asking”

“well that aside we have to put him to sleep now” my mother say while rapping me and a blanket and putting me in a crib that i didn't see until just now

I can feel my consciousness fading as my mother whispers” i love you honey