Hello~ I've decided to change the original title "Whisper of the songstress" to " Verse of the Spirit" since in my opinion is more appropriate to the future flow of the story...  hehe [th_059_.gif]

So here's the next chapter~ Enjoy!!!

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VERSE TWO: PUNISHED OR BLESSED?

I am now a six months old baby. Though I manage to learn their language, I still can’t speak without childish mispronunciations. I thinks it’s fine since I am a baby but, com’on! I am already thirty two! If my friends hears the ME now, they’ll probably die laughing.

??M: Daina!! Have you missed me? I brought you some rabbit~!

Let me introduce you, this is my mom Ēna Bluehart, rouge with hunter as an occupation. That’s explain why she’s physically fit and prefers short hair. She’s fairly short and petit but believe me, she has super strength! There’s one time that she throws too high when she’s trying to make me smile. Sorry, that time I am still adjusting to my new environment or to be precise, it’s my eyes I’m adjusting. I can’t help but to stare. There’s also a time she almost crush me in her arms just because I laugh. Com’on, really? Just because of that? If she didn’t say “ Daina, you’re so cute!” I’ll believe she’s trying to kill me.

*crash*

??F: Ēna!!! What are you showing to our child?!

I look behind me and saw my father with broken plates on his feet. Yes… The golden masterpiece is my father. And no… This is NOT yuri. Our specie is actually what they called ’Dvilytis’, beings with androgynous appearance. Everyone of Dvilytis has an enchanting look of a woman. I wouldn’t doubt if other race were to call us an “all woman clan” or something. Dvilytis role of male and female were actually inexistent as the only race where there’s no gender restriction. Everyone has male and female charm. Now, I’m too curious to know how I look since my parent have such dream like beauties.

My father is Krēsla Bluehart, a healer. The gentlest person I know and my savior from my mother assaults. I’m sorry father, I call you lucky bastard. It turns out it’s my mom who’s lucky to have you. He, my father is very proficient in his job. A lot of people come for his medicine and tonics.

Krēsla: (covers my eyes and whispers to my ears.) Don’t look sweetie, no need to be afraid, daddy’s here. Ēna! I told you not to show such gory thing infront of Daina! For goodness sake! Daina is only six months old!

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Ēna: What gory? It’s actually pretty exciting to see this cute little rabbit!

Krēsla: Yeah it’s cute! But only if it’s not dripping with blood and have its intestines hanging loosely.

Now, really mother. What did you do to the poor little rabbit? Though seeing sights like that is something old for me since in my past life I… sigh, I wonder when will I able to be outside.

I just chuckle and look up to my dad…

Daina: Papa! Hungwy!

They suddenly halt their argument and look at me with wide eyes. Oh no, I just said I decided not talk for now. My mother then grabs my arms and shakes me with a bit of force.

Ēna: *pouts* No fair!!! Why did she say papa first? It should be mom or mommy!!

Eh? Her pout is really adorable but… They’re not surprise I’m able to talk now?

Krēsla: What are you saying Ēna? You should be more shocked to know Daina can already talk this much. If not, you will have to wait half more years for that. And its normal for to call me first since I’m always with our baby.

That’s what I’m talking about father you’re the best. But I guess I talk too early when I can’t even crawl. I know I tried, but it seems crawling starts normally at child’s first and a half year.

My mom opens her so just to stop the argument, not that I’m not enjoying it, I call her.

Daina: Mama! *laughs*

Then she beams at me and screams while laughing. Oh my god, wrong move.

Krēsla: Hahahah! That’s my baby! As a reward I’ll let you fly fly!!

She steals me from dad and starts to throw me up in the air. My father just watch us while smiling, letting my mother show her torturous love. Sigh~ Now I want to grow big enough for my mother to stop doing this. I shake my head as I see the poor tormented little rabbit abandoned in the floor.