The void that had been my only companion was suddenly ripped away, replaced by a new sensation: sound. Muffled voices, speaking in a language I couldn't understand, filtered through the haze of light that engulfed me. I struggled to make sense of it, to grasp onto something tangible.
Slowly, I forced my eyes open, squinting against the brightness. The world came into focus, and I found myself staring up at a beautiful woman with long, flowing silver hair and skin as white as snow. Her eyes, a brilliant shade of green, sparkled with warmth and joy. She smiled at me, and in that moment, I felt an unexpected sense of comfort.
Next to her stood a giant of a man, nearly three meters tall, with broad shoulders and muscles that looked like they could crush stone. His face was rugged, framed by a wild mane of hair and a thick beard. Despite his intimidating appearance, his eyes were soft, and he was laughing heartily, talking to the woman with an ease that suggested deep familiarity.
I tried to sit up, to speak, but my body felt foreign and unresponsive. I realized with a jolt that I was no longer in my own body. I was smaller, weaker, like a newborn.
The room around me was like something out of a medieval fantasy. Wooden beams crisscrossed the ceiling, and the walls were made of rough stone. Swords and shields hung from hooks, alongside a massive helmet and a giant axe that seemed to dwarf everything else. A large, flickering lamp cast a warm glow, creating dancing shadows on the walls.
The man and woman continued their conversation, their voices melodic and rhythmic, though the words were incomprehensible to me. But there was one word I understood, repeated several times with evident affection: "Rain."
It took me a moment to realize they were referring to me. "Rain"—a name, my new name. The giant man leaned down, his enormous hand gently caressing my tiny form as he repeated the word "Rain" with pride and love. His touch sent a shiver of warmth through me, a sensation I had never experienced before. For the first time in my life, I felt cherished, valued, and truly seen.
My new mother's smile widened even further, her eyes brimming with happiness as she gazed down at me. It was a look of pure love, a gaze that spoke volumes without saying a word. Tears welled up in my eyes, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions coursing through me. This was a feeling I had never known—a feeling of belonging, of being wanted and cared for.
As my tears flowed, the mother and father suddenly grew concerned. The mother said something to the father, her tone conveying worry, while the father's expression turned sheepish. Then, as if on cue, the mother burst into laughter, and the father joined in, their voices filling the room with warmth and joy. It seemed the mother had chided the father for inadvertently scaring me with his imposing appearance, and their laughter washed away any lingering tension.
Days passed in a blur of confusion and wonder. I lay in a cozy cradle, surrounded by soft blankets and gentle light. My new mother tended to me with the utmost care, her every touch filled with love. But I couldn't shake the sense of unease that gnawed at me. Before, I was just a beggar, always on the run, hiding from others to avoid being harmed. This level of care was new to me, almost overwhelming in its intensity.
The father of this body, with his booming laugh and larger-than-life presence, often burst into the room with a force that startled me. He would scoop me up in his massive arms, swinging me around and planting kisses on my cheeks. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear at his exuberance, unused to such displays of affection. But when the mother saw this, she always rescued me from the giant man's enthusiastic embrace, playfully scolding him and kicking him out of the house. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight, relieved to be saved from the father's overwhelming affection.
Mealtimes were a revelation. The food was unlike anything I had ever tasted—rich, flavorful, and abundant. My mother's cooking was a marvel, and my father's appetite was legendary. They ate with gusto, sharing stories and laughter as they savored each bite. It was a joyous, chaotic affair, and I couldn't help but marvel at the warmth and love that filled our home.
But it was my mother's magic that truly astounded me. One day, as she went about her chores, she waved her hand in a graceful motion, and to my amazement, the broom began to sweep the floor on its own. I watched in awe as she performed one spell after another, each more dazzling than the last. It was like witnessing a miracle, and I couldn't contain my excitement.
"&*^%( &^%$^@# , Rain?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I coud not understand what she said but unable to find the words to express my wonder for what I saw so I just nodded eagerly. I was excited because ever since I always love magic, to throw some fire, to fly and to do other cool stuff with magic. From that moment on, I was captivated by the world of magic, eager to learn and explore everything it had to offer.
As days turned into weeks, I grew more comfortable in my new surroundings, and the most important thing was that I could now crawl! With this new ability, I could now explore the house. And what a house it was! I discovered a library filled with books, their pages filled with knowledge and wonder. It was a treasure trove of stories and secrets, and I was eager to learn everything I could.
"Bwehehehe, Bubububu baba bu... (Hehehehe, Now I can study this world and the magic)". But then I thought how I can study if I don't understand the context of the book?...I fled from the library.
"Bluh bahh baba...( I shall return)"
Every day brought new discoveries for me as I explored our home while my mother tended to her chores. One such day, as I crawled around the house, my eyes widened with wonder as I stumbled upon a full suit of armor. It stood tall and imposing, gleaming in the soft light that filtered through the windows. I reached out tentatively, my tiny fingers brushing against the cold metal, marveling at its intricate details and the weight it carried.
As I continued my exploration, I found myself drawn to a door slightly ajar. Curiosity piqued, I pushed it open with all my might and found myself in a room unlike any other. It was my parents' chamber, a space filled with warmth and the comforting scent of home. But what caught my attention was the large bed at the center, adorned with soft pillows and a thick quilt.
Embarrassment flooded through me as my mind raced with thoughts of what happened in such a room. Blushing furiously, I quickly averted my gaze, feeling like an intruder in this private space. My heart pounding, I hurriedly backed out of the room, the door creaking shut behind me.
My cheeks still burning, I scurried away, eager to put the awkward encounter behind me. But even as I fled, a part of me couldn't help but wonder about the mysteries hidden within my parents' chamber.
One morning, my mother decided to take me outside. She wrapped me in a soft blanket and held me close as we stepped out of the house. I was excited; this was my first chance to see the world beyond our walls. What greeted me was unexpected.
At first, I thought we might be in a village or on a farm, but I was wrong. We were inside a cave—a massive, sprawling cave. I was stunned. An entire town existed within this cavernous space. As my mother walked around, I took in the sights and sounds with wide-eyed wonder.
Different species bustled about, shouting, laughing, and calling out to each other in a language I couldn't understand. There are people, giants like the father, elves and heck there are also some dwarves! Stalls lined the pathways, some vendors displaying their goods on the ground. Street performers showcased their talents, adding to the lively atmosphere. One elf man set a sword ablaze with a mere gesture, while a human pair of performers, a man and a woman, danced gracefully. The woman conjured water from her hands, creating a cascading fountain that sparkled in the dim light.
It was incredible. The air was filled with magic, and it felt like a dream come true. This was the world I had always longed for—a place where the impossible was possible.
As my mother moved from stall to stall, buying fruits, vegetables, and meat, I soaked in every detail. Eventually, we returned home, and as I stood in my wooden stroller, I couldn't shake the feeling of awe. I was eager to explore this mysterious world and learn the secrets of magic.
Later, we gathered for a meal. As usual the food was delicious, rich with flavors. My father, with his hearty appetite, shared stories and laughter, making me feel a part of this warm, loving family.
After dinner, it was time for a bath. I felt shy as my mother gently washed me, but her kindness put me at ease. Her touch was tender and caring, unlike anything I had known in my previous life.
That night, I pretended to sleep, waiting for my family to drift into deep slumber. When the house was finally quiet, I carefully crawled out of bed and made my way to the library. My heart pounded with excitement. The room was filled with books, each one a potential gateway to the wonders of this new world.
I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with strange symbols. I couldn't understand the words, but that didn't deter me. I was determined to learn, to unlock the secrets of this magical place. With a sense of adventure and curiosity, I sat down and began to study, eager to discover all that this mysterious world had to offer.