"Welcome home Castus." The blonde woman softly spoke.
'Castus? That's not my name…Wait, welcome home…did I just get fucking born?!?!?!'
The woman while cradling Caster leaned back and seemed to be falling asleep. The other woman quietly walked up and carefully took Caster, moving him over to a prepared cradle.
'Well, that all but confirms it. I'm a baby. That explains why I can move for crap and why everything seems massive. It also means that I'm going to be nigh useless for at least three to four years.' Caster came to accept with reluctance.
The woman laid Caster down and carefully wrapped him in a soft blanket.
'This is going to suck, I'm just gonna be stuck here doing nothing all day, every day for years! I'm going to lose my mind. The 12 hours in that black place, wait no her womb, already about drove me insane. How am I going…' He never got to finish the thought as he was struck with an insurmountable amount of tiredness and quickly fell asleep.
Waking up groggly Caster found himself still in the crib. Trying to look around was difficult due to his baby stature and undeveloped muscles. Simply turning his head felt like he was tearing muscles apart. After a few minutes of staring into the ceiling with no effect the hunger started to set in. Caster realized he felt starved.
'I'm really gonna have to do this.'
Taking a second to come to terms with what he was about to do Caster breathed in and tried to make a crying noise, which was the first thing since coming to this world that wasn't difficult. While the ease of the task was a relief the feeling of having to actually cry for help cut deep into his pride. Knowing that he would be doing this for the next months gnawed at him. He heard shuffling from behind him that approached rather quickly. Wrapped in a robe he saw what he now realized was his mother.
"Aww, is my baby hungry. Here let me help." Caster's new mother cooed out while wrapping him up in her arms.
Following was Caster would consider one of the most intimate moments he's had in a long time, his mother made herself decent again then carried him out of room with her. The angle that Caster was at made it difficult to see everything around him, but he was able to make out one wall clearly as they walked.
They exited out into a hallway that had multiple pictures perfectly spaced along the distance with several closed doors that ran down it. His mother spoke out talking to herself.
"Let's go let your family see you for the first time Castus."
Caster sighed in his mind realizing the horrors of being a baby. The new name of Castus would take time to adjust to, but the similarity to his own made things slightly easier.
His mother took him into a lavish room near the end of the hall. The room contained a fireplace next to a worn wooden desk of ornate design, two couches that sat on a patterned rug and some side tables lining the walls with various knick nacks of questionable taste on them. In the room was an older heavy-set man swimming in paperwork, two young girls playing with each other on the couch and a woman in a maid outfit standing off to the side.
"Tyrus, this is Castus, your first-born son. I and the midwife both observed the conference of a blessing shortly after birth." She spoke in a respectful manner.
The man seemed surprised by the noise and turned away from the paperwork he was looking at. Looking at Caster, he took a curious glance up and down of the baby before turning in his seat.
"A boy, finally. Hand him here Veronica."
Veronica respectfully approached him and handed Caster over to the man. Tyrus took him and Caster got to get a good look at what he determined was his father. Tyrus was older, looking to be in his late forties or early fifties. He had a head of white and black hair and bifocals on his eyes. His face showed a few wrinkles, but his eyes were the most striking part. His irises were a vibrant pink color and incredibly clear. After looking over Caster for a few moments he turned back to Veronica.
"A fine boy Veronica. You have done well." Tyrus chuckled.
Caster flinched, feeling something well up in his nether. A damp and solid feeling spread under him. Tyrus, flustered, quickly moved Caster to the table he was working on and let him go.
"Yursa, come clean this up." Tyrus stood shaking his now damp sleeves and walked out of the room. "Ugh, I have to clean myself off."
Yursa walked over to where Caster was laying and rather than pull a cloth out raised her arm up and closed her eyes. Caster then witnessed a miracle. A glowing formation appeared from her hand. The formation started small and quickly expanded out into a complex circuit of blue lines. They intricately interlocked at seemingly random intervals until the formation reach ten inches wide. It paused for a moment and pulsed. the wet feeling in Caster pants disappeared along with solids. The damp spot on the desk also vanished. Caster, surprised, opened his mouth involuntarily and attempted to shout. Instead, he only cried, once again injuring his pride.
"Oh Castus, no need to cry it's only a bit of cleaning magic." Veronica swiftly moved to soothe Caster. She picked him back up in an attempt to give the baby relief.
'MAGIC!' Caster reeled in his mind.