"It's a handsome baby boy madam"

Hearing a voice after what felt like eons in the void made the angels voice from earlier sound crude; I was so happy I started actually crying. I am an old man in spirit yet I am being held as a baby crying my eyes out. As I calm down I look around my surroundings. It seems the one holding me is a maid; my basis for this is the uniform she is wearing. As I finish looking at miss maid I looked around to see who else is around. There were 2 other figures in the room; the first figure that I am guessing is my mom sense she is on her back covered in sweat with her legs open. The other figure was what looked like a priest, I do not think this priest is my father but maybe he is here for a prayer. At least that is what I thought until the old man steps towards mother points his palms towards the figure of my mother on her back, and started chanting.

"God of light I call upon your power to heal this women in this time of need" "Healing Hand"

To my utter amazement mother seems to look a lot healthier her skin color is returning and her sweating seems to be slowing down. Huh so Magic must exist, judging by that fact alone I would wager this would be what my previous world called a fantasy world. Apparently magic uses incantations that brings the battle value of magic way down, who has time to speak during a fight. Well the god that granted my wish seemed to accept the challenge so I doubt he would put me on a world where I would be at a disadvantage. There must be ways to use it to add in swordsmanship, because no matter how interesting I am a pure swordsman in the last world and intend to be one here.

Well with that last though I am felling really sleepy I wonder if it is this baby body. It is going to be annoying starting my training over, but at least I can use my previous knowledge to train from a young age. I must be thinking too much I cannot even keep my eyes open at this point. As my eyes close I feel a warmth I hadn't felt earlier I crack my eyes open to see why; ah it seems my mother is now holding me. I wonder if I'll have a father figure not that it matters much this feeling is more than enough. As I am looking at my mother she looks at me and give me the most pure hearted smile I have ever received, and speaks in her beautiful voice.

"Sleep my son you will grow to be a fine young man"

As soon as she said those words all the strength left my body and my eyes closed again.

*****

When I finally woke up after who knows how long of the best sleep I had in ages I find myself in baby crib, but to my small body feels a lot more like a baby prison. Through the bars I can see my mother sound asleep on what I can only guess is her bed. Though I once again notice the lack of a father figure, because she is alone. She is lucky I am not a normal baby or I would be waking her up right now, but since I can help it I will let her sleep as long as possible.

*****

It has been a few hours as I wait for mother to wake up; I have spent the majority of the time adjusting to my new body. I would like to point out how weak a baby is, I mean I couldn't even sit up or roll over. Luckily I had enough strength to turn my head and stare at my sleeping mother; I had barely got a good look at her when I first saw at her. Now that I can take my time and look at her in detail only can I recognize the amount of beauty that she posses.

Brown, long hair gently hangs over a strong, lived-in face. Round green eyes, set graciously within their sockets, now if you’re wondering why I know her eyes color it is because though she eventually got up to feed me. To my utter dismay my mother breast fed me, though I got over it quickly when I realized I didn't even feel anything looking at my mother. Though I wonder why she personally feed me I remember when I was first born there was a nurse. I guess everybody has circumstance, and as her son I can only imagine Ill find out sooner or later.

Well enough about mother, and back to me I have decided to spend most of my time in meditation. As a baby training is considered lifting my arms and legs and I get tired easily, so I would lift my legs and arms till I couldn't lift them anymore the I would meditate. Now this is something I only discovered in my past world when I was at my peak, but the body houses an energy that I have come to call Ki. Best way I could describe it is life force; not the kind that determines how long you live, but the type that grows with your body. As a person trains their body their cells use energy which most people will replenish with food, but I discovered if I use my Ki to re energize my cells after training my body to the limit I would gain a significant increase in physical power.

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Back in my previous life I came up with this style of mediation, and after all my years never encountered anybody else that had knowledge of it. I must say it is all thanks to this that I was able to get to the level of power I had, and not just anybody can do it for reasons I do not know. Actually when I first started looking for a disciple I came up with a easy test to see if a person could utilize my mediation and none of them could and that was why I told my 2 sons that at my death bed. They were strong and could get stronger but never could they reach the heights I did.

As I wake up from my meditation I notice I already almost have enough strength to sit up. The door to the rooms opens and my mother walks in walking right towards me. She then started talking to me asking me questions, but I guess all mothers ask questions like.

"How is my handsome boy doing after his nap?"

I would answer her if I could it's not like I need to keep my real identity a secret to her, as it is my belief that you should be honest with someone if you expect honesty in return. I just hope she doesn't change the way she looks at me the feeling it gives me makes me feel well good. Though when I tried speaking I obviously couldn't form words yet with this body.

Behind her I can see the maid I saw earlier. She seems to be in a good mood as she walks towards me to pick me up. Then she started speaking to my mother.

"Madam shall I take your son to see the sun while you complete your work for today"

Mother looked at her and with a stern face said

"Jane, You might be the head maid now, but we have been friends for as long I can remember address me by name."

The head maid now known as Jane reaction was quite comical, her face looked like she was condemned to death; after awhile she finally spoke in a voice barely audible.

"Mada... Ellan I am sorry, but you must understand you are an important figure to our town; while I am just a maid that has worked here a little longer than the others."

Mother seemed to want to continue on with the conversation but it seemed she knew she could never get her best friend to understand her point of view. With that said she got over it quickly I guess it a normal occurrence and replied to the maids question.

"Please Jane I would be happy if you took my son for a walk make sure to keep him safe though he is my only memory I have left of him"

When she finished speaking a hint of pain could be seen on her face, but she seems to have recovered quite quickly. I am going to guess it has something to do with this missing father figure I have yet to see; maybe he passed away. As I was thinking about all this mother turned and started walking away. When she left the maid Jane picked me and looked at me and asked.

"Does the handsome boy want to go for a walk, and see the sun?"

I debated what to do I could not speak yet, and it is not like I want to keep my past a secret so I did something even a baby can do and nodded my head yes. Though I say it’s simple it seemed to shock her as she probably asked me without expecting a reply; I mean I am just a day old baby how could I understand her? After the shock faded she once again looked at me and asked me another question.

"Do you understand me?"

It was a simple question so I once again nodded yes. As soon as I nodded she ran off down the hall shouting.

"MADAM, MADAM COME HERE QUICKLY!"