N's POV
Murderer
Monster
Killer
I'm dead yet I continue to suffer. Why must they call me these things, I only tried to do what I was told. I only tried to be who they wanted.
It feels like I have been here for years now. I stopped feeling ages ago, Emotion is a weakness, I must never be tricked into believing that lie. I must trust no one. I must remember emotion is a lie. Trust is a scheme. Love is an illusion. If I mute my emotions, the voices become quieter. Still there, but quieter.
Light.
I can see just the tiniest speck of light. The light is sucking me in, there is no sense in struggling, as I had found out a long time ago that this void also prevents me from moving.
I enter the bright light, and my eyes immediately close on instinct. My body does not feel like mine. My body curls up into a ball and I slowly open my eyes. Giants. These people must be at least four of me. My head feels especially heavy as I look around the enormous room. I then look down at myself. I- I am a newborn child??? What is this sorcery, I swear I was twenty years old a little while ago? I feel my swaddled self being picked up and look up to see a beautiful woman holding me. A crown of white hair frames her face. Why must she look so lovingly at me? I suppose she is my mother.
Slam! A someone bursts into the room and my mother turns her head to look at them. I get a glance at her ears. An elf. I follow my mother's gaze to a man at our(?) bedside. This man just emanates a freezing aura, the opposite of this woman's warm, golden aura. Wait, I can see their auras. The nurses have some tone of green, my father pale blue, and as I said, my mother has one of a warm golden color.
I see my father beckoning a man in white clothing over to where I am. I can only understand a few words in this foreign language. All I understand is "Doctor -- ------- didn't cry ---- - ------ newborn -----" The "doctor" approaches me with what he thinks an amiable smile is. He just looks like a creep. He probably is one. My mother sets me down gently in a crib and is escorted out by half of the nurses in my room. Then I notice it. The technology is too old. It appears they don't even have electricity, the only light source are candles and the sun.
The doctor's eyes close as he holds my lil' stubby baby hand. I feel an odd power rush through me. I immediately try to force the foreign power out. The doctor's eyes fly open as he is pushed back with such force, his feet fly off the ground. He looks up at me from the ground, awe in eyes.
My father looks at the doctor in disgust, "Are you so weak that you can't even kill a child? Leave my estate." Wait. Number one, I can finally understand the language. Number two, my father wants me dead? Nu-uh. Not happening. I am not that easy to get rid of.
My eyes flutter closed and I fall asleep. Dang this newborn body. Why couldn't I have been reincarnated into the body of at least a child?
A few days have passed of me waking up, eating, going back to sleep. But today I feel isn't going to be like that. I hear the door click open and I see my mother walk in. The only truly good person in this mansion.
She smiles down at me and picks me up. "As the moonlight fades and up rises the sun, the dolphin's dance ends --- a new day has begun." (A/N - This is an actual quote from a children's book called "Moon Dance") She rocks me side to side as she sings. I feel my body start to fall asleep but I force my eyes to stay open. "Yera, should you be walking? Your body is still weak," My father says to my mother, Yera, in the most loving tone I have ever heard from him.
"Is it wrong to wish to visit my daughter without an escort? But look, Keir, she has your eyes." Keir walks over to me and peers at me/
"It appears so, but she has your hair." I muster up a childish smile and giggle at him. I see a flash of surprise and love in his eyes. No one can resist my charm. "Yer, it's time for our child's testing."
"Oh, that is right, Lin is turning 5 today, isn't she?"
"Yes, now we must leave now or we'll be late." My mother begins to put me down. Ugh, time to let out my inner brat. I begin to thrash and reach up desperately. My mother gives Keir a sheepish look.
"Fine, she can come. One cry and she's back in the crib."
Haha, another victim to my devilish baby charms…
I wonder what this testing is about, and if I have siblings, why haven't I met them yet? Geez, somebody is being rude to this baby.
Snuggling closer to my mother, I watch and memorize the path we take to this "testing room". We soon near a large door. This door seems to be at least ten feet tall, and five feet wide. Its panels trimmed in gold, shined until you can see your reflection, and humming with the power I witnessed earlier.
My father quickly orders seven servants to open the door, due to its enormous size. Creaking open, I can just faintly see some cultist looking people whispering a chant. The power is even stronger in here than it was in the door.
Pain. A wave of pain washes over me. I open my eyes to see that I am no longer in the room of shady looking cultists. Instead, I am surrounded by the void yet again. But this time, it feels warm and comforting. Unlike the past where it was cold and harsh. The pain washes over me again. Searing my eyes, seeping past them into my head. It continues to spread like a plague. Soon, this fire like pain filled me head to toe.
Then I felt a new sensation. One similar to ice like the past one was to fire. The two began to fight. The pain intermingling with one another, combining yet still attempting to destroy one another. Neither being successful.
Soon, the warmth of this new void embraced me yet again. The pain then stopped, leaving me with a newfound feeling of power running through my veins. I open my eyes to see thousands on thousands of small channels outside of my body, leading inward. I can see little spheres of power being carried within them, each being absorbed by myself.
These tiny little spheres are in all sorts of colors. Red, blue, yellow, brown, black,and white. Some more pure than the other. I reach out to touch the brown. Once a sphere is in the center of my hand, this power circle flies into the center of my forehead, yet something in my subconscious tells me not to worry.
My consciousness is transported elsewhere now. I open my eyes to see a never-ending meadow of grass and a plethora of flowers.
"Ah, a visitor. The first one in years, actually. Would you like some nice flower tea? I made the blend myself." I turn to see what appears to be a lively yet wrinkled old man sitting next to a very quaint little table, upon which was a nice tea set. The kettle began to whistle, signaling the man that it was ready. "Come here little one, I haven't all day. Tea is best served hot and fresh, am I correct? I was wishing you would grant some of your time to this old man." I sigh and wordlessly sit across from this questionable man.
"So little one, why are you here?"