Typer’s room: Well, another chapter to keep things going.

I have a bunch stockpiled here, but for now I’ll leave these two up. Tomorrow I should upload 3 more as well as Insania, for those who follow it, and finally I’ll drop down the pace to one every two days or so. Probably upload it when I don’t upload IO. No real reason for this, just felt like it.

May your reading be enjoyable

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Feeling the hunger come up from my bottom of my stomach, I quickly turned around and started to cry out as loud as I could. As always, that filled the house with hurriedly steps as my mother clumsily made her way to my cradle, where she picked me up and quickly opened a bit a part of her robe before offering me her chest so that I could drink.

Normally, one would think that doing something like that would make me embarrassed, but for some reason it didn’t. Probably because I had already recognized her as my mother.

I already spent at least ten or so days in my new life. I say that with uncertain, as I spend most of my time only sleeping and being fed, so my sense of time is a tiny little bit messed up.

After some fumbling, my mother finally managed to pick me up in a gentle way and lift me to her chest, where I immediately started to suck greedily for some milk.

It took me some time to get used to this new body, but for now, I could move it as it was my own. Well, at least on the range where it was infantile possible, I guess?

Anyway, on these brief moments of actual conscience I had, a few things caught my attention about the place where we lived in. Firstly, the whole place wasn’t built with concrete as the ones I had in memory. Instead, our house seemed to be built with wood and stones, in an intricate place that looked almost artisanal.

There was also the clothing. Made from what looked like natural fibers, all of the clothing I saw my mother using usually involved some kind of natural fiber, like yarn and cotton, and it was always some kind of robe that looked really easy to move around. However, even made with simple materials like that, her clothes were all incredibly beautiful, with such details that even the ones I usually saw on movies looked like a cheap imitation.

Most incredible, from the looks of it, my mother was the one who made them, as she would usually sew these type of clothing while close to me so as to keep an eye out on her little daughter...

Her… Daughter…

Daughter…

...

Why?

WHYYYY?

What kind of twisted taleteller would do this to me? Huh? Who would have this sick pleasure of putting me into a girl’s body like this?

Anyway, on the bright side, I can feel safe about my appearance for when I grow up. If get even ten percent of my mother’s gene, it is almost impossible for me to actually grow ugly if I take in account how my mother actually looks like. Then, that could also be a problem…

Oh well, leaving aside all of that, I also learned another thing. The bearded strong looking man I found out to be my father. How? Well… When every single time he and my mother were together, he would kiss her.

EVERY! SINGLE! TIME!

Seriously, I don’t think I saw the two stand together for more than half an hour without at least hugging or kissing even once.

Not that I blame him, though. Mother was as sweet as chocolate and had a look to kill for, so I would probably do the same if I had found a girl like that in my previous life.

This did make things a bit awkward for me, though. Why? Think of it like this, you go and leave with two friend of yours, both of whom are dating. You go to a restaurant or something of the kind, but whenever you begin to raise something to talk about, the two go into their own pink world and start flirting right in front of you. Worse yet, they don’t do it on purpose, it’s just natural.

That would be awkward, right? Well, when I can barely move my head around and have to deal with it every single day, it gets a bit annoying for me. That, and he really needs to shave his beard. Why? Because he really likes rubbing his cheek with mine, and as much as I don’t mind him doing it, his beard leaves me really itchy, and without enough body-dexterity to scratch my cheek, it gets downright unbearable when he insists on doing it for too long.

So, when it gets unbearable I started crying, mother came immediately and took me away from him, leaving him with teary eyes.

Well, besides that, my daily life was mostly that. Sleep, eat and some other things that I’d rather not comment.

Stupid bowels…

ANYWAY, the old woman I saw on the first day? No idea. After that single appearance, she haven’t popped up in front of me even once. But, from what little I could get, I would say that she’s either some kind of doctor or my father’s mother.

Another thing worth mentioning are those energies I felt before being born. I still feel them. I can feel a small amount of energy flowing within my body in a chaotically organized way, if I had to explain it. The energy I had felt enveloping me was actually mother’s, and whenever I had the chance to feel her energy, I would always feel surprised, as her was even bigger than I initially thought. What this meant, however, I had no idea. All I did know was that her energy, even if stronger, felt much calmer and uniform. Almost as if restricted by something.

In comparison, father’s was… Almost inexistent. If I had to explain, if mother’s was an ocean, I would be a small river, and father would be a puddle.

But I couldn’t be so sure if that was bad, because, not only his was very, very small, his also felt a lot different from how mine and my mother’s felt. This one is a bit harder for me to explain, as I can’t really put into words. His energy felt harder? Sturdier? While mother’s and mine felt a lot more… Excited? Burning?

It’s difficult, so I can’t really say what it feels like. It’s like trying to explain what chocolate tastes like using pictures. Not something very easy to do.

I could feel these energies at all times, not even needing that much focus to do it, but it seemed to be only in the immediate radius around me. This wasn’t enough for me, as being away from mother’s for too long would instill a feeling of uneasiness in my chest, so after a bit of fiddling around, I discovered that closing my eyes greatly improved my perception.

When I did that, I noticed that not only could I feel things farther away, up to the point that I could feel mother even at ten meters away from me, probably even more, but I could also somehow feel things that I didn’t before. Countless small bundles of anxious energy that seemed to hide in all corners of the house, calm and peaceful energy that swayed gently on the wind, venomous focus that laid in wait for its prey. It was everywhere! So much that I even felt dizzy the first time I did that.

But then, all this energy simply sat there and did nothing besides following the body of those who holds them, so as much as it intrigued me, there was nothing I could do to look into it.

Which lead me to the last point of my current situation.

With the lack of things to do, I couldn’t help but notice the lack of technology.

It wasn’t that we were in some desolate country where things like cellphone and so on was rare. It was a complete lack of any kind of modern technology. There wasn’t any kind of synthetic fabric, nothing that looked even remotely electric and I didn’t see a single piece of plastic in all these days I’ve been here.

Which made me think again. Where the hell am I? Even if I had been reborn in some of the poorer part of the world, I don’t think that this sheer lack of technology would be so apparent. At least one thing or another would come into my vision, but there was nothing at all. Besides, even with our rustic house, it didn’t feel like we were poor at all. Well, it’s not like we were swimming in money either, but from the looks of mother and father, life definitely wasn’t bad.

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Well, it is a bit difficult to say for sure when you get stuck in a bed pretty much 24/7.

As I was processing all these information in my head, mother suddenly approached me one day and said something in that weird language of hers. I looked at her confused, but once I saw that she was trying to get me, I quickly became cheerful.

Usually, the only reason she takes me out of the cradle is to either feed, change me or give me a bath. But since I didn’t cry for food or changing diapers, and took a bath only one or two hours ago. Since this situation fit neither of these, this probably meant that we were doing something different this time.

Happily extending my arms to her, I saw as she beamed a smile and clumsily raised me.

“!@#Lia, !#!Father!#!” She told me.

Oh yeah, another thing I also learned during my time here was to recognize a few words. Firstly, it seems that my name is Lia, or at the very least that’s what my mother and father say whenever she comes to get me. Another one was that I started to understand a few other important words, like mother, father and some other basic ones.

Still, I had absolutely no idea what was mother’s intention when she picked me up, all I knew was that it probably had something to do with father. Hopefully, I would get to see more of our house besides the room I was in.

And that’s exactly what happened! When mother took us through the main door of the room, she opened it and passed through, leading us to a short corridor, I started laughing cheerfully, which seemed to surprise her, because she stopped to look at me for a moment.

Afterwards, she happily started to walk through the house, taking me to what seemed to be a small and rudimentary kitchen, with simple cutting boards and an oven heated up by wood planks. Atop of the counter was a small wooden box tied with some strings, mother quickly picked it up and left the kitchen through a door.

From this brief moment that we left my room, I managed to get a glimpse of the house, and I must say, it’s fairly big. At least for a two persons family. Well, taking in account that there’s also me now, I guess it’s just about the right size?

But my real shock came from when we left the house.

Large green field unlike anything I had even seen spread before me. Only the occasional path of beaten earth and a few small houses dotted the place. On the distance I could get a glimpse of a dense forest with beautiful dark green trees.

However, the trajectory we took was the one opposite of the forest, and instead we walked towards something I only noticed now that mother started taking us there. It was a city.

Well, rather than a city, I guess that calling it a large walled village would be more fitting. Different from the cities I remember, this one had a clear limit, made with wooden walls that surrounded it neatly, however, the village was big enough to say that it had at least one kilometer of diameter.

As I said, not exactly a village, but too small to be a city.

I looked at it in wonder, and mother giggled seeing my excitement. She even played a bit with me by shaking my body slightly up and down. Being the good obedient daughter…

Daughter…

I giggled with her, which made her beam a large smile before hugging me once again.

As I slowly managed to wriggle my way out of the hug-fest, I ended up noticing as another energy, similar to my father’s, yet at the same time different, slowly approached us. Turning my head towards it, I saw a woman who looked the same age as mother’s.

When mother saw her, the two immediately started chatting happily, and I felt as my mother started showing me off to her friend. Seeing that I had nothing to lose, I gave the other woman a smile, which made her surprised.

Before I knew it, both were happily chatting about something that I couldn’t understand, so I took this chance to look around in wonder at the place where we were, my eyes wandering around the valley as I burned the scenery in my mind. There was even the casual horse-cart that drove nearby, the driver exchanging a quick greeting with mother and the woman.

However, as beautiful the scene was, there was only so much I could do while being held by my mother, so in the end my feeling of amazement gave way to a gentle feeling of peacefulness as a soft breeze blew against my sensitive skin.

Before I knew, I was once again napping while being held by mother.

But, it was only a short nap, and after some time I woke up due to the heat. Slowly opening up my eyes and looking towards the sky, I noticed that it was almost around noon, but mother and the woman were still talking happily.

Bothered by the sunlight, I made a short cry that served to make mother come back to reality from her talks with the other woman. And after quickly looking at me in loss and then looking at the sky, she paled.

In what was quite a comic scene, mother hastily said her goodbyes to the woman while turning back towards the village and start running.

I wondered how long I had been asleep…

Anyway, mother seemed to have lost a lot more time talking than what she expected, so now she was in a hurry. Just as I thought that I had a surprisingly irresponsible mother, she suddenly stopped and looked around.

After making sure that no one was around anymore, she hid herself amongst some trees and closed her eyes.

I stared at her in wonder for a brief moment before feeling it.

The enormous amount of energy she had started to move around her body. Well, I say that, but in truth, it started to have an organized movement within her body. The energy within her started to flow from her head and hands, being all redirected to her legs and feet, gathering there in a massive bubble of energy that threatened to explode.

Not only that, her energy also formed a thin film all around her body, leaving it on its own will almost as if to protect her. It even formed around me for some reason.

When she finally opened her eyes, she looked at me and made a signal as if telling me to be quiet, a mischievous appearance in her pretty face.

When I tilted my head confused, she suddenly jumped.

I didn’t even have the time to scream my surprise, because by the time I understood what had happened, we were already flying many meters up into the air.

And from up here, I could see everything. I could see our small house, many hundred meters away from us. I could see the village, even farther away from us, but almost equally small looking. I could see a mountain range far away, as well as the forest that extended towards it.

Shocked, it took me some time to notice what had happened, as I needed to focus on my new sense to notice how mother’s energy had been spent at the jump, the energy in her leg trembling ever so slightly thanks to the usage.

But such a scene, it didn’t make sense. Humans aren’t supposed to jump so high! And how come I was perfectly fine? What about inertia and wind resistance?

As these thoughts formed into my confused little head, I felt as mothers energy that enveloped me kept flowing, spreading a calming sensation all around my body. By the time I noticed that it had been this energy that kept me protected, mother smiled gently to me.

And once our path to the sky reached its apex, mother once again accumulated energy on her feet.

Disregarding the laws of physics I remembered having studied so much, mother kicked the air, her body sending itself flying towards the direction of the village.

While we soared through the skies, I turned my little head towards mother, a shocked expression somehow spreading around my face, I couldn’t help but think one thing.

Mother certainly isn’t a normal person.