"Don't wish to grow up to fast," I can remember every adult ever saying that to me as a kid. Boy I sure thought they were dumb, then after being an adult, I thought they were right.
But now.
I don't think I wanted to go through it all again.
Despite that.
Here I was, born in the most literal sense, into a new world. One I was told was fantasy, as to how my mind could only imagine as I thought of all the kinds of games I'd play, shows I'd watch, and stories I'd read. The sky wasn't even near the limit, at least till I learned more about this world.
Which places me here, roughly month eight of being born. I've been quickly learning the language my parents and older siblings spoke through just listening to them talk, at first it was awful, but it seems a baby brain can pick things up fast, and with my advanced adult ability of thought, I started speaking pretty fast. One of the languages anyway.
I of course refused to speak in front of anybody, at least, in their language.
"Around my family I can speak in English and they think it's baby talk!!" I laughed like a maniac at being the only one speaking a language to myself.
"Aww look at little Alfyn babbling to himself," my youngest sibling, my human brother Mark would always say.
"It's like he's actually trying to speak, think a demon has possessed him?" The oldest of my siblings, my elvish sister Lioaria would ask. Before my brother could respond she'd mutter something in elvish and walk away. I may have to actually be taught that language unfortunately.
"With the bad luck of our family, I wouldn't be surprised. We're still lucky our parents even had a kid together, look at you with those little pointed ears. Half human and half elf, one of the rarer halfings that's for sure. Don't out show me to fast, okay little bro?" He'd chuckle as he walked away.
My siblings were weird, which meant they were normal siblings by my standards. They came and talked with me often. They were much older than me though. Mark was about fifteen by human standards. Lioaria was about ninety by years, but elf standards landed her around the human mark of eighteen.
Both ages I had been, yet my parents were older than I ever was. My dad was a human, stepfather to Lioaria, full father of Mark and I. He was about thirty five, named Lucas. My other was elvish, stepmother to Mark and full mother of Lioaria and I. I couldn't tell her age, I didn't know how to fully judge an elf, I only knew Lioaria's because she spoke of it with Mark. Despite the mystery of her age, her name was Elinoria.
Much of my elvish side I didn't understand quite yet. But I did know a few things thanks to my siblings and parents talking.
One was that humans and elves mixing was a very new thing, some still were very not fond of it. Such to a point that the village my parents and siblings lived in was raided and burnt down. From what I hear most that lived there lost their lives in the massacre. Yet that's what led to the blessing my parents call me.
From that horrible scene ten years ago, my parents managed to fight of some of the attackers, and kill others, my siblings were being hid by family friends. From fighting back to back they found trust and eventual feelings for eachother. Marks mother died birthing him, and Elinorias husband died in battle around seventy years ago.
I hated to say it, but while I did feel bad for them, it felt so tragic that it's almost like that, whatever it was that had me reborn here made sure I had the whole tragic backstory to go with the fantasy life I had. Talk about forced reason to have to adventure, what if I wanted a comfortable life in the country side ya weird entity thing?!
Where was I again? This baby brain is so hard to focus sometimes. Oh yeah, the miracle of my birth. Apparently my parents had been trying to bear a child for years, along with other survivors of the raid. But none of mixed human and elf blood had ever bore a child, until my birth. Wow, this spirit sure worked some wonders for me.
I was what's called a halfing, they were mixed race species, newer things to come across as the species have only been mixing in non violent ways for around fifty years, and with how difficult my birth was to achieve, it's no surprise they aren't common.
Other than the downside of some humans, elves, and honestly any other number of people of different species could hate me for my mixed blood, something I would not be prepared to deal with, so that should be a thing.
On the upside, this world truly was fantasy. My mixed blood gave me access to many bonuses which are called racial bonuses. When I was born my parents made sure to my my blood checked with a local guild to see what my mixed blood would do. Luckily the guild worker was a family friend and kept my birth a secret, because anybody else and there would have been excitement, and probably a target on my head.
To say the least, I got the best of both world from my parents, all bonuses, no negatives. Every pure blooded species in the world has racial boosts and drops. It's why dwarves are never mages, their racial drops make it so they naturally have weaker magic than an elves racial boost to magic. These natural affinities defined how each of the races had been living their lives before they started to try to intermingle. Im sure that's not going well in most places yet.
I have yet to learn what my bonuses are, but I can already tell, my future was going to be many things, adventurous, fantastical, but difficult was definitely one of them, whether I would want it to be or not.