Wilting Shore Continent, Outside Red Rain Village, XX78
Liliana struggled to sit up on her straw mat. She looked around with a curious light in her eyes. The boy, her son, was named Fynnley, and said child was currently scrambling around the one room thatched hut looking for some Liliana had no idea of.
Every once in a while he would glance at her as if at any given moment she would just disappear. As Liliana was questioning what was going on she suddenly felt a headache that shook her very existence, literally.
Flashes of screen, memories, surfed through her mind, gifting her with the knowledge of her body's previous soul. The previous owner's name was Lily. She was a poor woman who had a child out of wedlock and was disowned by her family. The man who had the child with her ended up passing a month after the Fynnley was born.
With no one to support her and her son, she was forced to beg on her knees to her family who finally relented and gave her a few coins. Those coins helped her carry on her life with her son for eight years before she was injured in a work accident a year ago. With no one to make money for them, Fynnley took it upon himself to work odd jobs throughout the village.
What little change he brought in was barely enough to feed them both, so Lily forced him to eat more than her, driving herself to eventually become so weak her heart nearly stopped on many occasions. Finally, last night was her last stop.
Just when she was about to die, she heard a solemn voice question if she was willing to give her body to another as she had no more use for it. The voice promised that if she agrees, her son would be able to keep his mother even if it wasn't her.
Afterwards, the Liliana's life played before her. The way she grew up, lived with the purpose of only her family in life. The way she sought nothing in return for all of her loving care. Finally, to her death scene. Liliana's life moved Lily's fragile heart, nearly giving it the energy to beat out of her chest.
In the end she cried for the both of them and agreed to the voice. Her soul then began to fade, but just before she faded completely, it seemed as if she knew Liliana was watching her, "Take care of him, and live a happy fulfilling life like no other," she smiled.
Liliana smiled as tears streamed down her face. Her actions surprised the other person in the room, as he ran to her and started wiping her tears with his small hands with a concerned look on his face, "Mom, what's wrong?" He sounded like was about to cry too.
Liliana chuckled at the scene, but in her heart she swore that she would do exactly as Lily had said, "I'm fine Fynn," she patted the young boy's head. She then took the time to actually look at him. The boy in front of her was a little above average height, at least in her old world's standards, at a height of 4'7. A neck length black mop with golden streaks adorned his head, wild and untamed.
His eyes were a beautiful, soft brown which confused her, because neither the late Lily nor her late husband new why, as neither had brown eyes. Though the man had doubts, he knew Lily had never cheated on him. He had taken her first time and since then they had never separated for more than a few minutes.
Fynn had soft pink lips that sat beneath a thin nose and fit perfectly upon his face which was no longer lined with baby fat due to him being slightly malnourished. He was dressed in tattered rags from which his rib cage could be noticed. He was a thin boy all and all.
Liliana on the other hand was even more so and in a much worse condition. Her back-length black hair had turned brittle and dry with streaks of gray running rampant, though they were brought about by old age but stress. Her sallow and thin face looked scarily beautiful.
Though she seemed like a skeleton with skin, her beauty was haunting. Her plump, red lips, deep ember eyes, and thin nose, all sat on a pale face that had pits for cheek which showcased her cheekbones which sat higher than the average persons', but not enough to be considered high cheekbones.
She was a 5'9 beauty with a crippled leg. If she wasn't so dainty, didn't have a child, and was a cripple, any man would most likely have some to snatch her away. She was also dressed in tattered clothing, yet they seemed to wrap her mummy rather than show any part of her.
Her nibble, long, and dainty fingers danced across her son's head as patted it softly. She couldn't help the second smile that graced her lips and the boys leaned into her grasp with lidded eyes.
She had no idea where to start in a situation like this. She had read many transmigration books, but the main characters rarely had children in the ones she liked to read.
Even when they did, they usually had a golden finger to help them through. Some old grandpa or grandma, or some manual be it magic or cultivation, or even a system. Yet she seemingly had none.
Even so she knew what her first step should be. Getting food in their bellies. She and Fynn lived in a hut in the woods a little ways away from the village. No one in the village had accepted her when they realized she was a single mother with no husband or family.
Even though this world had magic, and wizards and witches, it was still an underdeveloped one nonetheless. As such the ideals they had were similar to those of ancient china where a woman was nothing without a man. As this thought flashed through her mind, Liliane became furious.
A steely glint flashed through her irises as she stared off. Though she wanted to think more about the matter, there was currently a pressing issue on hand and that was their current diet, their financial stability, as well as their quality of life.
Also, they were not in any position to try to stand up to society when she could barely strand at all. She pulled the cloth they used as a blanket off her legs to get a better look at it. She sighed seeing the crumpled mess.
"Fynn go out and look for a stick about this wide and this long," she instructed the youth. He got up immediately to do as told. Though she wanted to put her leg in a holster, she knew that would be worse than just leaving it out.
As her current left leg was a mess, she came to the conclusion that it healed slowly because it would not heal correct with or without the cast. She told Fynn to go and get her a stick that she would use as her walking stick. Of course all this didn't mean that she wasn't in pain.
Actually as of this moment the pain was excruciating even if it was from a year ago and had healed a lot. She could see bumps under the skin from where the bones had scattered and tried to escape.
The saddest part was that Liliana inherited no memories of the accident, she just knew that there was one. As she continued trying to remember, which eventually led to a headache, Fynn came back with the would be staff.
The stick was as tall as her and was easily grabbable. Though it wasn't perfectly straight, it was straight enough to be considered unnatural. and uncanny. She held it and began to stand up slowly.
Seeing her movements, Fynnley made it his mission to help her. With her weight on the stick and the help of her young one, she stood as straight as her legs and malnourished body would allow. With stick in hand she hobbled her way out the straw and wood door that led to the strange new world she had transmigrated to.
Fynn opened the exit for her and she soon sit her bare feet on a smooth path Lily and Fynn had paved a few years ago, though it was mostly Lily. She walked forward, almost excited to see everything she could.
Fynn rushed to keep up with her before she came to a stop as she had no idea what to do next. She then began to reassess their needs and what skills she had from her old world to aid her.
She took a few more steps forward as she did, beginning to pace. Then out of both her and Fynn's expectations, she fell. Fast and hard.