Several days had passed, and my body was enveloped in total darkness, I could feel my body failing me, the pain had long since disappeared replaced by numbness, something I can be grateful for, the torture and hunger had left my nerves altered.
I notice how death clasped me in its arms, a feeling I had been seeking for a decade but because of my oaths to my deceased family I could not surrender to it, sweet was the thought of it being over and my consciousness extinguished into infinite non-existence.
"I am sorry for all that has happened mortal, fate though cruel and final always compensates those souls who suffer during their lifetime fulfilling that to which it has imposed itself. But for you I fear the peace you desire will not come, you will be taken to a world where you are needed, fulfill your task in your afterlife and you will be promised to paradise."
Those were the last prayers I heard before I died, warm words full of sincerity.
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Second Age, Middle Earth
Southlands, Hordern
A group of villagers gathered to witness the arrival of a child in the arms of the village matron, a rare sight in a village home to a few hundred, but the strange thing about said child was its beauty, never had a more beautiful creature been seen sporting almost glowing white skin and purple eyes, were it not for the lack of sharpness in its ears one would believe it to be a creature hailing from the elves.
"Where did you find him, Rita? "A question came with a tone full of repugnance.
"A childhood friend couldn't have him, he was left in my care seeing no other possibility."
At these words many changed their gaze from adoration to complete rejection.
"You should leave him, he sure is a freak even elves aren't willing to raise" hisses one man maliciously.
"Bergil your mother didn't teach you to mind your own business?". That was all the old woman said before she closed the door and left for home, and just like that the group dispersed to head for their homes.
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Rita P.O.V:
As a faithful follower, I had been entrusted with the greatest mission or so I saw it, it was what gave me the strength to continue raising the mysterious creature that did nothing but feed and shit, not the slightest noise.
The first 6 months were terrifying, his lack of emotions such as crying and joy were chilling, and he showed no other changes.
My oath and years of devoted servitude kept me steadfast in my mission helping me to overcome the most instinctive fear that his very look represented, I could think of no name for him although one was demanded of me, to replace the original one given by my mistress, a sacrilegious thought if not a direct command.
But everything changed in the sixth month, I didn't know how to explain it but his empty eyes changed to eyes of curiosity and joy, it was as if he had suddenly filled that empty shell of his body, but he still showed no crying or sadness but screamed when he felt the need for attention.
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It was a relief to these old bones to know that I was not raising a monster and that he was only getting better with each passing day, he was extraordinary, there was no other way to describe him, his intelligence and obedience were at a level I had never seen before, his thirst for knowledge would have been hard to quench for anyone in this town besides me.
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"I still can't believe that old woman is taking over that spawn, I'm sure in a few years she'll bite his throat out" rants the man raising his mug to reduce what was left of his sobriety.
"I agree, I bet my left leg that filth is a creation of those long ears to destroy us all" stated another man on the other side of the tavern.
"Gentlemen let's calm our heads and think that if those guys wanted our destruction they would have easily done it many years ago, although I agree that the guy is weird and his look gives me the creeps, he hasn't presented any problems, so let's avoid messing with him, if we get to cause the wrath of the elves, we could get ripped off for real" states the tavern keeper not willing to take the risk of this discussion going too far.
Afraid that his words were not enough, he continues his point "Besides the old woman has grown fond of the creature, without her help many of us would die and you yourself must remember that, Jared, without her you could not afford to bet your stupid leg."
"Hmmm... I wouldn't do anything to that thing, just getting close gives me goosebumps" he stated, bringing the heated impulse about the town spawn to a close.
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When I regained consciousness the first thing I noticed was my stupid appearance, a tiny body in front of what looked like a room for giants, I won't lie, it was the biggest shock of my life, or should I say of my two lives, after seeing my mother (grandmother?) I could understand that I was in the body of a baby, the initial shock faded little by little making me realize the madness I was living, but it happened again when I saw a screen pop up in front of my face.
[Congratulations Clark you have been entrusted by ###### to fulfill a mission in this world.]
At that moment I remembered the words I heard before I died, I didn't have time to reflect when another new screen appeared. I have never been a fan of video games but I was sure that what I was seeing right now was a status screen.
Clark (Eälariend) (level 1)
Age: 7 months
Race: Mortal(elf 36.5%,???)
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Vigor: 1
Strength: 1
Agility: 1
Endurance: 1
Intelligence: 34
Wisdom: 18
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It took me a while to analyze the situation, I don't know if it would be normal to see that thing, but it would be another secret I would have to keep until I knew my surroundings, it looked like the Middle Ages and I knew it wasn't a good time for geeks, any stupidity and I might as well go to the stake.
After deciding how to keep the fact that I am an old man in a baby's body hidden, I checked the status screen noting my name, my name in the previous life was Clark, I don't think I was given the same name, but I never remember being called Eälariend and the woman who takes care of me has never said my name, I don't know what the circumstances were before occupying this body but she is not my mother.
She seemed determined to give me everything I needed but she seemed to fear or respect me, it was a strange feeling, she seemed polite and of character with the people who came to visit her for her care.
I had many problems, but entertainment was the biggest one, I had to keep my mind busy and on track to solve the little mysteries of this event. But it was hard to get answers in a baby's body. Fortunately, Rita was a woman who supported my little adventures, at least inside the house.
First of all my situation at the moment, what should I do and how should I act to attract the least attention and danger to this short and stubby body that gave me little advantage in an unfamiliar environment? Secondly, I had to discover all my advantages and possibilities with this damn foolishness of games and fantasies. Lastly, I had to know what mission they wanted from me.
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