I am dead. I died protecting a cat. But why can I still think. Shouldn't I be having no conscience and be sent to heaven or hell. The place I am now in is tight. I can't move my body or open my eyes but walm, I feel warmth, am i still alive?

Suddenly a bright light shone. And the area around me is pulsing. It is squeezing on me tighter as I move towards where the light is coming from. I'm out. I came out of the place I was in before. I can use my nose to breath. The first breath of air taste so great. I can move, my body felt heavy but i can move. I swung my arms in the air and screamed. Huh... I was screaming but... I am also crying, I haven't cried in years but now as a 34 year old man i cried. I opened my eyes forcefully trying to stop me crying as it was embarrassing.

As soon as I opened my eyes. I see a man who held an expression that can only be described with the word blessed. He was a young man in his early 20s with short light brown hair and green emerad eyes... I wonder why he is looking at me. I then realise he is not just looking at me but carrying me. I tried to struggle my way out of his arms but he then carried me off into the arms of a young girl. She is in her late teens? But has a very tired face although she is has a really bright smile. This girl is very pretty, long bright red hair and a small face. She out wits any model that I have seen in magazines but wait red hair. Girls these days dying their hair red.

I wanted to ask them why they are holding me, a 34 year old man, but then I look at myself. My big hands have turned small and my body is that of a baby. No way! I really died. I then looked back onto the couple. They are my parents. Suddenly my eyes felt heavy and I closed my eyes.

When I woke up the first thing I did was look around myself. I was in this wooden cradle. Around the room I can see a huge bed next to the cradle, the young girl which I should call mum was lying in, and some wooden draws, candles and a few decorations. The room was made out of wood and was quite spacious. Why were they using candles though? Suddenly I felt a pull in my stomach. I was hungry. Since I am a baby I might as well cry. I started crying and found it rather easy. 

Moments later the young girl called out in this weird language. I know that I'm definitely not smart but this language is something I haven't heard of. The young man which i should call dad is now carrying me towards mum. Breast feeding. I haven't come in contact with any female for 15 years of my past life so i should be quite horny after seeing those breast but no. I felt nothing. I wonder if this is because of my body becoming a baby or because she is my mum. Either way it doesn't matter because the milk that I am having right now is really warm and tastes great. It is much better than the prison food that I had in my past life. 

After the meal I was held onto her shoulders and was patted on my back. I gave the loudest burp I ever made. My parents looked at me with a suprised look so I gave them a smile and they started laughing. I too felt it was funny so i started to giggle with them.

Later on my dad went out of the room and my mum played with me. Even though she looks dead tired she is playing with me. I felt so guilty towards my past life's parents. I'm sure they loved me but I turned out to be such a bad boy. No regrets this time. I swear I will love them and care for them till the day I die and try my best in this life to make them proud.

I patted on my mum's head trying to tell her to sleep but she talked in this language about something and smiles. I was placed beside her and she fell asleep. I too fell asleep.

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A few month later, I was getting used to my body and can crawl at the age of three months! My parents were suprised since baby usually starts crawling between the age of six to 10 months. 

Since I know how to crawl, I went exploring around the house when my mum wasn't looking. It took me a while to explore the whole house as the interval between each of my crawls were quite short. My mum always seem to come after me and carries me back into the room each time after I seemingly go missing. 

During my adventure around the house I discovered 4 rooms. There was our (me and my parents) room, a kid's room, a study room and a large library. There was one door that I see as well but my mum wouldn't open it for me.

During these three months I have learnt to understand the language my parents are talking in, maybe the reason is because I have a babies adaptability. I also went in the library and pulled out a book but I can not read at all. It just looks like scribbles to me. I wanted to ask my parents to teach be but I reconsidered since a three month old baby talking is a bit unusual, well practically scary. I better ask when I'm older.

My dad is a busy man. He goes out every day when the sun comes out and comes back within a few hours. Everytime he comes back home he has with him a huge bag filled with dead animals. From what I can tell. It is mostly rabbits and foxes. I wonder why does he hunt them and in such quantity. Isn't there any animal protection law? 

Dad then starts skinning them from their meat and packed them in different bags. The skinning part was quite gruesome but I got used to it since it seems quite natural in this world. He than leaves the house again probably to sell the pelt and meat since everytime he comes home i could see his pouch filled and jiggling. 

I noticed that this world has no technology since there isn't even any electricity. I climb onto a chair and look through the window. There is many houses that look like they were made in a medieval age and a huge forest is surrounding this place. By the look of it I am living in a small village that has around 600 house. By the way I found out what my name was. My name is Neil Caesar and my dad's name is Lance Caesar and my mum's name is Karin Caesar.

I tried to climb back off the chair but at the same time my mum came into the room. I got distracted and fell off.

BANG!

*MAIN CHARACTER CAN UNDERSTAND THE LANGUAGE*

"NEIL! WHY DID YOU CLIMB ON THAT CHAIR"

Ouch.. I hit my scraped my knee and it started bleeding. I tried to act like a normal baby would so I cried. Seeing me cry mum calmed herself down and reached for my knee.

"God of life and light, heal this troubled soul with your mighty powers, CURE" 

After she said those words. A bright blue light glowed where my scrapes were and it healed. My jaws were left hanging. Not only was I in a world of adventures, it is even fantasy. A world of magic. Thats it! I am going to learn that.