Little hands, a tiny view, and a feeling of vulnerability overwhelmed me as I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar world. Confusion clouded my mind as I struggled to grasp what had just happened. My memories felt distant, like remnants of a fading dream.
"What... What happened?" I murmured to myself, my voice high-pitched and childlike. I tried to remember something, anything, but it was as if my memories were locked away, hidden from my grasp.
As I looked around, I noticed that I was lying in a cozy, ornate crib adorned with soft, plush toys. A gentle breeze wafted through the open window, carrying with it the scent of unfamiliar flowers. It was all so new and strange.
A figure stood beside the crib, and as I focused my gaze, I saw the woman who had picked me up. She was a vision of elegance, with mesmerizing blue hair cascading down her shoulders and piercing black eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of ages. She smiled warmly at me.
"Welcome, little one," she cooed softly, her voice like a gentle lullaby. "You're safe now, my precious baby."
She introduced herself as Alexia, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in her presence. She cradled me in her arms, and her touch was soothing and reassuring. Even though I couldn't understand it, there was a sense of familiarity about her.
As if sensing my wonder, she smiled even wider. "Such a beautiful child," Alexia said, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Your name shall be Alex, my dear."
In that moment, a large figure appeared in the doorway. The man was imposing, towering at approximately two meters tall, with a rugged yet kind face framed by blue hair that held hints of white. His eyes twinkled with joy as he approached the crib.
"Look at him, Alexia, he's a blessing," the man said, his voice deep and filled with love. "Our little Alex, you have made our family complete."
His words touched my heart, and I couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of belonging and love in their presence. These were my parents now, and I was their little Alex.
As the days turned into months, I grew older and more aware of my surroundings. I began to notice the differences between this world and the one I vaguely remembered. The vibrant colors, the unique flora and fauna, and the resonance of magic in the air - all of it filled me with wonder.
One afternoon, while exploring the manor's gardens, I found myself captivated by the sight of delicate butterflies flitting from flower to flower. Mesmerized, I tried to catch one, extending my tiny hand towards the fluttering creature. But much to my surprise, the butterfly seemed to sense my intentions, and it gently alighted on my finger, as if inviting me to join its dance.
"This is magical," I whispered, my eyes wide with awe.
My fascination with the mysteries of this world grew, and each day, I found myself drawn to the library, my small hands carefully turning the pages of books filled with tales of magic and grand adventures. My parents would read me bedtime stories of mythical beings and heroic feats, and I would listen with rapt attention, my imagination soaring to new heights.
But amidst the enchantment that surrounded me, there was a lingering feeling of incompleteness. At night, as I lay in my crib, visions of another life haunted me like a puzzle missing crucial pieces.
"I feel like I've lived before," I would whisper to myself, tracing my finger over the words of a mysterious book titled "Reflections of the Soul" that I stumbled upon in the library.
In my heart, a realization slowly bloomed, like a delicate bud unfurling its petals. I couldn't explain it, but the feeling of being reincarnated in this new world began to take shape within me.
With each passing day, the glimpses of my past life became clearer. I remembered flashes of battles, of camaraderie and loyalty, and a deep longing for something I couldn't define. But these memories remained fleeting, just beyond my grasp.
In my quiet moments, I would converse with myself, trying to make sense of it all. "I was someone else before," I murmured, my gaze searching the horizon beyond the manor. "I have a purpose here, and I'll find out what it is."
As the years passed, my desire for knowledge and understanding only deepened. I delved deeper into the world of Anuria, learning about its history, its diverse cultures, and the beings that inhabited it. The more I explored, the more I felt a sense of belonging, as if I had come home to a place I had never known I missed.
In this world of wonders and magic, I grew into a bright and inquisitive child, my blue eyes reflecting the wisdom and maturity beyond my years. Though the memories of my previous life remained elusive, I embraced the beauty of this new existence and the extraordinary destiny that awaited me in the enchanting realm of Anuria.
Together with my parents, Duke Angor and Alexia, , I would embark on an epic journey of discovery and adventure. The mysteries of this world awaited me, and I was determined to unravel them all. In the embrace of my new family, I found the courage to face whatever challenges lay ahead, for I knew that my past and present were intertwined, and my future held unimaginable possibilities.