I've seen people come back from near-death experiences saying that they saw a light at the end of a tunnel. I never believed them. Always thought that is just their imagination.
Am I dead? If so, then how? Was it an assassination, sickness, or something else? Hmm, no use overthinking it. I'll fry my brain if I do.
Doesn't look like I'm waking up anytime soon. I slowly gravitated towards the bright light. The journey felt like an eternity. I half expected seeing a row of angels singing, inviting me to which I hope is heaven.
Now that I'm closer to the bright light, I can faintly hear some noise. The closer I get the clearer the noises get, then suddenly my vision blurred, as a blur of bright light assaulted my eyes. When I tried speaking, the only sound I heard was a cry.
The voices around me became clearer and I made out a: "Congratulations Sir and Madam, your child is a healthy boy."
...huh
You think I would be mad, but surprisingly I'm not. I had many mistakes In my life; I've been through hell and back. But the only thing on my mind right now is 'So the light at the end of the tunnel was me coming out of a woman's...'
Let's not think about this anymore.
Evaluating my situation, I noticed I could understand the language which, is a good sign. Next, after slowly and painfully opening my eyes, my retinas were overwhelmed with many different colors and figures. Since I'm an infant, it took time for my eyes to adjust to the light.
The doctor had a head full of grey hair, and a not so pleasant face. He had glasses so thick, they could be bullet-proof; the strange thing though, he wasn't wearing any hospital gown nor were we in a hospital room.
Either this is a medieval era or I've been summoned from some sort of ritual. Because this room had some candles and the floor was made of straw.
I looked around me and saw the woman who pushed me out of her vag... tunnel. She is very beautiful, but that could've been because of my blurry vision. Her beauty could not be described as seductive, but a gentle and warm beauty with light brown hair and hazel eyes. Whenever I looked at her, she was filled with a motherly feeling. Is this why babies were so attracted to their mothers?
I looked in the other direction and saw a person who I would assume is my father by the teary eyes and huge smile on his face. He said " Hi, little Eli I'm your dada. Try and say dada."
I blankly stared at him as if he was an idiot.
"Honey, he just born and you're trying to get him to say dada." Taking a closer look at my father, I can see why my mom was attracted to him. He is a charismatic-looking man, with a sharp jaw that enhances his features. His hair, pale blonde, fierce eyebrows shaped like a sword, pale blue eyes that were gentle becoming sky-blue towards the end.
"He isn't crying is that normal?" My mother was worried something was wrong.
By the time I finished admiring the features of my mother and father the doctor excused himself saying "there have been cases when the baby doesn't cry when they are born. It's nothing to be worried about. Please continue resting Mrs. Aiken, and let me know if anything happens to Elliot Mr. Aiken."
It's been 4 weeks since I was born. In these 4 weeks, I could barely move any of my limbs. It was torture, in my past life, I was one of the top swordsmen in the world. Now all I could is cry when I was hungry and do other stuff I don't want to talk about. Forget about moving I can't even release waste at my discretion.
One of the perks of being a baby is that I get breastfed by my mother... don't look at me like that, breast milk just tastes better than formula milk... Please believe me.
I thought this world was just like my world but with no technology or electricity. But my mom proved me wrong. My idiot father was swinging me around until my leg got scratched when he bumped me into a door.
She didn't give it a kiss or band-aid, but a bright shining light with a faint hum from her weird hands healed it.
Where the hell did I end up?
My mother was named Ayla Aikens and my father named August Aikens seemed to be good people, if not the best. I think my mother is an angel as she is the most kindhearted and warm person I've ever met. Whenever we go to the town she carries me with some baby straddle or some sort. The town of Helber has no roads or buildings from what I've seen, it has shops and markets to buy equipment and such.
I couldn't get used to people carrying weapons like it was some luxury bag. The strangest thing was when I saw a man holding a huge axe. My mother kept talking to me a lot more than usual, I guess she is trying to make me learn the language faster. After walking to different shops and listening to my mom speak my body started to get tired and my eyes started to close. Damn this body of mine.
Sitting on the lap of my mother I was currently engrossed in watching my dad recite a chant which sound like a prayer to wind for good minute and a half. I leaned closer and closer almost falling off my seat expecting an amazing magic phenomenon, wind started gathering to form 2 human sized whirlwinds that were sent towards a tree. That's it, chanting for a whole minute or more only resulted in that. The tree wasn't even scratched, aghh.
I flail my arms in anger, but my father took it as me cheering for him and said "Daddy is amazing right"
My father was a much better fighter. When he put on his two iron gauntlets, my jaw dropped both metaphorically and physically. With quick and firm movements, surprising for his build, his fists could break the sound barrier, but were fluid enough to not leave an opening. In my world, he would have been classed as a top-tier fighter, leading a squadron, but to me, he was my idiot father.
For what I learned, this world seemed to be a fairly straightforward on filled with magic and warriors; where power and wealth decided one's rank in society. In that sense, it wasn't too different from my old world, except for the lack of technology and the slight difference between magic and ki.
In my old world, wars had become a common thing for settling disputes between countries. Don't get me wrong, of course there were still smaller scale battles and armies were still needed for the safety of the citizens. However, disputes concerning the wellbeing of a country were based on either a duel between the rulers of the their country, limited to making use of ki and close combat weapons, or a mock battle between platoons, where limited firearms were allowed, for smaller disputes.
Enough about that.
The currency in this new world seemed pretty straightforward from the exchanges my mother had with the merchants.
Copper was the lowest form of currency, then silver, followed by gold. Though I had yet to see anything costing as much as a gold coin, normal families seemed to be able to live off of a couple copper coins a day just fine.
100 Copper = 1 Silver
100 Silver = 1 Gold
Everyday involved honing my new body, mastering the motor functions residing deep within me.
That comfortable schedule soon changed.