Zora absorbed all the blood that spilled that day and he faced tremendous growth.
In just three hours after birth, Zora had already grown into a fifteen year old boy.
After all the blood went inside Zora, it took thirty minutes more for Zora to open his eyes.
And as soon as he opened his eyes, he stood up.
He stared at his hands and legs and then around him.
He frowned and looked in the sky.
"Who am I?" He spoke his first words in his lifetime.
Other kids say Mumma as their first word, and that too in a distorted language, but Zora spoke clearly and asked about his own identity to the air.
Then…
"Ugh." Zora fell on his knees. A sudden sting of pain rang inside his brain and he held his head with both hands.
"Wh-What is happening!?" He cried.
His brain splitted in two, his veins threatened to pop out of his body, and his heart, his heartbeat ran like an engine of a spaceship.
