After he had lost his consciousness, he first felt absolute darkness, no sense, no feelings. It was as if he had just become a memory floating in darkness. Then it seemed as if he was in motion, like on a spinning wheel or in a river. It seemed like an endless flow in a circle trying to grind the memories that he was made up of, into nothingness. But his wish for revolt at the point of his death was too strong holding the memories together. The grinding got stronger and stronger as the stream become stronger, and he collided more and more with other entities.

And at some point the motion was gone, he felt as if he was floating, dreaming endlessly. Then he started waking up to the vibrations of a voice that he did not know, speaking a language that he did not understand. As time went on, he would wake more often and longer, and at some times he would hear some other voices from afar. At some point he started to be able to think clearer again and that was when he realised, what was going on. He must have gone through something like transmigration, and his soul had been sent into a new being, and somehow he had kept his memories.

The times he woke up he started to move without giving of kicks, since he though would probably be uncomfortable. But he moved around to show a sign of life, train this new little body of his and come out of his mothers womb strong and healthy. When he started to have less space, he turned himself an optimal position so that everything would go well at his rebirth.

And then the day came, he felt the world shaking, the voice usually calm voice of the mother was now, crying in pain. He felt being pushed out of the tiny space he was in.

The first person he saw was his mother as she took him up into her arms. She had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. Full of the love of a mother. Her face looked peerless, white as the moon, framed by her long hair that was dark blue almost black. The iris of her eyes was golden and the pupil was not shaped as he was used to, round, but more like that of a cat. Her ears pecked out of her hair they were shaped fashion that reminded him the cute ears of a lynx.

After holding him for a while she gave him over to his father. The first thing that he noticed about his father was his beautiful long white hair. It was white even thought he did not look old at all, he had a face full of youth and entrancing pale blue eyes, almost white. He also looked at him with a look full of love. Holding him up into the air he said in a Tongue that by now he was familiar with but still did not understand :

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“Was für eine wunderschöne Tochter, haben die Götter mir gegeben. Schaut was für Augen voll von Inteligenz sie hat. Zona sollst du von gerufen werden und den Namen deiner Mutter Gretel sollst du zu ihrer Ehre tragen. Meine Tochter, Zona Gretelson.”

He could not stop smiling and laughing of happiness, he then proceeded to clean his small weak body with water and wrapping him in a white sheet. Then he gave him back to his mother to hold. He fell asleep peacefully in the warm embrace of his mother.

When he woke up he was lying alone in a big wooden cradle, that swayed left and right at his every movement. The cradle looked simple without any ornaments, or decorations. Her sheet, that he had been wrapped in was now loosely lying around him. He tried to get up but it was not an easy thing to do. That is when he noticed, that something was wrong.

Something was missing there between his legs, it was completely flat! He, or maybe she was more correct, blanked out. First he though about the fact that maybe since he obviously was not on earth, the body was just build differently but no, that could not be it. People did look different, but they were still most likely mammals or very similar to them as such that should not be the case.

Often the truth is the simplest explanation. He was not reborn a male but a female. That was a big shook to him. It would probably take some time until he had fully accepted it, since in his mind he was still very much a man.

After having overcome the first shock, she looked around. Through the wooden bars of the cradle he could see parts of the room. In one corner she could see a window, and it seemed to still be dark out. She looked in another direction and there lay his parents cuddled together asleep.

She watched them as they lay there in peacefully with happiness written all over their faces. Slowly she could feel a very strong hunger overcome her. She looked at her mother, he did not want to wake her but his hunger was starting to get painful. So to get the attention she needed, she tried to call out. Unfortunately she wasn’t able to make a sound loud enough to wake the couple up. Even though as someone that was once an adult he felt ashamed of crying loudly like a baby, she had not choice even if it hurt her pride. She cried as loud as she could, and her father jumped up in a fright. He got up to get her and wanted to rock her but noticed that she had already calmed down. Zona had stopped crying the moment he had made a move.

He looked at her lost, wondering what was going on. When he wanted to put her back into the cradle she started crying again, so he took her back with him to the bed. He looked at her, asking in her something in his language, then he laughed at himself since obviously a newborn would not be able to understand what he said.

But instead her stomach answered for her, it growled, and he immediately understood what the issue was. He carefully woke up his wife, and handed her Zona, so she could feed her. After getting her fill, she fell back asleep without a second thought.