I will probably write and upload a chapter every 2 days, regents are coming soon. Which I am not happy about, I really, REALLY hate studying..... But for my grades, grades, grades..... :( I'll stop rambling now, on to the story! Alexander will be born this chapter!! I hope you are excited! Enjoy!

One day of the thousands of days of being inside of a woman's womb, I feel strange. It's the feeling, that something will happen, something good or bad? I don't really know. But it is something, and guess what. It came true.

It was just another "awakening," if you call it that. I was conscious, that, I know for sure. The feeling of liquid surrounding me head to toe is now familiar, and the darkness? Well I already got used to it a long time ago.

I was floating, daydreaming about magic and happy days with my old parents.

'I wonder where they are right now....'

Then, it happened. The "ground" I was floating above and the walls around me were trembling. The first time, it was soft and light. The shaking was barely noticeable; it also only occurred for a few seconds. The second time it became worse.

The thought I had was, 'What is going to happen?'

Then I knew, I just did; it was like an instinct. I was being born. After all the time, months and months of waiting, I was being born! I was bored out of my mind, and just when I was about to touch my skin to see what I feel like. I mean hey? No one really knows what a baby that hasn't been born feels like right? But still, I knew I was becoming a bit creepy. So, I was glad for the development.

Near the bottom of the "floor" was a faint light. And I know what it is, the exit. Grinning excitably I dive head first into the circle of light. I really don't want to remember where I am being exit out of.... Shaking my head to remove the thought, I grimaced.

"Don't think about it, don't think about it...." I chanted. "Think good thoughts...." While gurmbling, I didn't notice, but I was already at the exit. Caught off guard, I started screaming when my head hit the cold air. The light burning my skin, and I couldn't open my eyes at all.

"Holy!!! Craaaappp!!!"

I heard mummers all around me.

Milas hfdj jkndc and Kahn jab mind ngajud. Sdd jam do lshne Janet Jayne Kahn." The first voice sounded like an old woman, she probably is one. She sounded like my grandmother, always warm and happy.

"Kshyauko liem Kushan ksggb Victoria?" An male sounding voice then ranged out.

"Om isnkij ljou Zana, mags qpeinesn....." This time, it was a higher pitched voice, a female. The voice was like crystals chiming, it was sweet and almost innocent.

'My parents?' I tried to speak, but only the cries of a baby could be heard.

"Heiska naume kia bska Zana." My mother seemed happy, but tired. I wish I could see my parent's faces, I was nervous, they are my new parents after all.

'What will they look like? What are they like? What will happen to me after this?' I was getting uncomfortable, worried, and relieved at getting out of my safe haven.

I slowly got tired, using my brain so much at such a young age will obviously tired me out. The worry and stress also added to the mix. But in the mess of worry and uncomfortableness, I feel happiness. At having a second chance in life, at the chance of starting over. And, for once; I do not feel hate toward the God that caused the death of my family and I. I fell asleep, with a smile on my baby face.

Milas's POV

It was perhaps around mid-late spring when my wife, Victoria, went into labor. I immediately called for the mid wife when my wife said so. Panicking, I had ran as fast as I could to the healers building. The building was made of wood, like most of the buildings in the village. It was only a floor high, but it worked well for the few healers we even have in this poor village. I ran like the wind and arrived there in no time at all.

"Vi-victoria, b-baby!!" The two words I managed to shutter out were enough to have a healer to run with me to the house. When we arrived, the old healer had turned toward me and said, "Stay outside, this will take around a few hours...." She had said this grimly. So I had frozed in front of the door.

The old woman was called Isna, she was a woman of the healing arts. She is turning 68 next year, but she is still as active as she was 20 years ago. She grew up in the town of Reaspear, and left at age 14 to learn healing. She returned when she was 23, and had graduated from an academy of magic and warriors. She had brought the town the luxury of healing and medicines. For healers are rare and expensive. She, later in her life, taught a few orphans and poor children the arts of healing.

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Now, Reaspear has 6 healers. The number might seem small, but it is actually an amazing number. Magic is rare enough, but an above average talent in light magic? Well, the possibilities got cut down by a lot. So having 6 healers in a small village that has a population of less than 800 is mind blowing.

It took 3 and a half hours for the baby to get born. I had barged in instantly when the cries of a child could be heard.

My wife laid in the old bed in our bedroom. Tired and breathless, her gold hair was a mess, different from her usual neat appearance. She blinked her eyes in my direction. She was holding a brown cloth bundle in her arms.

"Milas," Isna noticed me and waved a old wrinkled hand, she smiled, she said, "What do you think the baby will be called? Your child is a girl, a beautiful one." The woman nodded, amazed at the beauty of a newborn baby.

I looked toward my wife in bed, holding a bundle of cloth in her arms. 'That cloth was the few we have left, how are we going to care for my precious daughter? How will we raise her well? This town needs to prosper, I hope the Gods and Goddesses had blessed Reaspear well...." The sobering thought was frightening, but I ignored it and said, "What do you want the child to be called Victoria?"

She had smiled brightly, she lovingly looked at our child. "Her name will be Zana, she will be my little princess...."

Isna, smiling muttered quietly in the background, "Well, the Arazel family got an addition huh? Well! I'll run off now...." The midwife sneaked off, and the couple stared dazed at the child, not noticing at all.

The child was crying, but she suddenly stopped. She soon fell asleep with a small innocent smile in her face. I nervously said, "Can I hold her?" 'She is my daughter. My child....'

My wife smiled warmly at me and nodded slightly; she carefully held the small newborn child toward me. I grabbed the cloth, and saw the most beautiful baby I have ever seen.

The child, my child, had inherited her mother's golden hair, it was a few shades lighter however. It was still gold, but almost white. You couldn't tell if her hair was yellow if you put her hair near bright lights; it would seem white.

White, the color of Finley's royalty hair. 'Well, it's not really white, so it's fine.' I smiled, 'Finley is a peaceful neighboring country, it is not like they will attack us if they found out.'

Her features aren't developed yet, she is still a baby. But I could tell, her features will be elegant and beautiful, large eyes, and high cheekbones will exist.

"Her eyes are purple."

I looked up at my wife, startled. "Purple? Do you have heritage other than human in you?"

She frowned, "No, no, her eyes are a purple border on blue. Much darker than my eyes... We both have completely human ancestors."

I tilted my head, "She is beautiful...."

My wife laughed, "She is a princess, well theoretically. But......" Victoria's voice faded a bit.

"Yes? What is the matter?" I asked, worried if she is feeling bad. 'She just given birth a few minutes earlier....'

"It is just that I am surprised she has hair that is almost white.... You know Finley has royalty with white hair? White in all shades, to yellowish to a grayish white, only people that are related to the Finley's royal family has such a shade of gold. And Zana isn't related to them at all."

"....... It isn't like Finleyian soldiers will attack us right? It's not like the king from Finley will know. Reaspear is a small village of 700 that is located in Jante."

She looked at me, "We are on the border of Finley...."

"Well, the Fae Forest covers us. We can escape to Serdeamon if we need to Victoria." I tried to reassure her, but I was nervous too. But I manage to convince myself. Finley's King was a rumored nice man. A person of wisdom and strength. Finley's king hated war and bloodshed, so he'll never order his soldiers to hunt us down.

I have heard that, even though other kings and emperors, like Canton's or Jante rulers had multiple wives and concubines, he only kept one wife. He loves one woman, that adds to his trustworthy nature. I also heard that his youngest son is ill. I don't think such a kind man will leave a 3 year old son alone to fight because of a girl having white hair.

"You are sure?" Victoria was still fearing for her child. Her face turned protective, "I will protect this child!"

I looked at my fierce wife, with her messy gold hair and slim pale body. I smiled, "We will both protect her, my wife." I sat down on the creaking old bed and continued. "This is our child...."

Wonder on both of the parents faces, Alexander slept soundly in the new, different, magically world on the Continent of Wen.