The air was thick with anticipation and tension as the screams and groans of childbirth echoed through the room.
"Almost there. You are all done." the old midwife said covering the child in light napkins.
As the first cries of life filled the room, the world felt both alien and strangely familiar. He gazed at his tiny, pudgy hands with wonder, his body still aching from the transmigration. He remembered the surge of energy that moments ago surrounded him and he immediately knew the tiny hands were his own.
'My eyes are heavy, my body feels like someone had twisted it into a knot'. He felt his body being lifted into the arms of a woman, her body covered with a light sweat.
'She must be my mother.'
Her face was a canvas of delicate features, with eyes the color of deep, rich chestnuts that sparkled as she smiled at me. Dark, curly, and bushy hair cascaded down her back like a cascade of midnight waves, framing her face in a wild, untamed halo.
Amidst the whirlwind of emotions and sensations, his mother, an authority on the intricate weaving of spiritual energy, sensed something unusual. As she cradled the infant in her arms for the first time, her perceptive gaze locked onto his intelligent eyes, which held a wisdom that defied his tender age.
"I sensed a gaze from his eyes as if thinking and calculating." The mother whispered holding the child for the first time. Her words filled the room with laughter. Her helpers joyful that the child is healthy and strong, begin to exit the household.
As the child suckled at his mother's breast, his tiny hands clasped her breast with an almost instinctual reflex. But his thoughts were far from the nourishing milk he was receiving.
Instead, his infant mind seemed preoccupied, fixated on the events that had unfolded during the particle accelerator accident in his previous life. So many unanswered questions whirled within his consciousness, creating a mental landscape akin to a sprawling enchantment spell.
The mother, attuned to the spiritual bond between mother and child, couldn't help but sense the complexities of thought radiating from her child, a profound intellect manifesting in a form so innocent and delicate.
The mother, a devoted disciple of the winged deity, found herself at a crossroads. She could no longer ignore the undeniable oddity that clung to her child. With unwavering resolve, she decided to seek the counsel of the elders within the underground cleric class.
When his breaths steadied and his eyes fluttered closed, she knew it was time to embark on the journey to find a solution to her child's ailment. She gently wrapped the sleeping child into a nest of blankets and kissed his forehead, silently promising to cure him.
With the grace of her giant crimson eagle, her loyal spirit beast, she soared into the boundless sky, its feathers glimmering with the rays of the setting sun. Together, they rode the currents of the wind towards the hidden gate of the cleric class hideout.
A cloaking spell concealed the entrance, making it appear as if a formidable mountain range loomed before them. With the expertise that came from countless flights through the labyrinthine canyons, they navigated seamlessly, ultimately arriving at the hidden gate of the monk sanctuary.
The crimson eagle navigated through the steep canyons, and as they approached a sheer cliff face, the illusion gave way to reality.
With a swift and practiced maneuver, the crimson eagle glided directly into the cliff's façade, revealing a concealed passage into the heart of the monk sanctuary—an abode for those who were devout followers of the winged deity.
It was a few minutes past midnight when she reached her destination. Waiting for her arrival were her teachers, the wise and venerable monks who had guided her on her spiritual journey. Their eyes held a mixture of surprise and excitement as they welcomed her. She had raised a distress beacon but arrived smiling holding a newborn.
The mother explained her predicament with a sense of urgency, sharing the peculiar circumstances of her child's birth and the unsettling spiritual energy that surrounded him. The monks listened intently as the walked beside her, their expressions growing increasingly solemn.
"You have come to the right place", said Elder Thalos while leading her by the hand.
The sanctuary was glowing with bio-luminescent lights, statues of the winged deity stood strong radiating the majesty of their benefactor. She was lead into the main hall where the council of elders awaited her. The guards seeing the teachers walking alongside her quickly opened the main entrance.
The mother, a woman of unwavering reason, stood before the revered elders of the cleric class sanctuary. She knew that time was of the essence and that conveying her concerns concisely was imperative to their course of action.
"In the past nine months," she began, her voice steady and her gaze unwavering, "I have practiced and nurtured a bond between my child and I, akin to the elemental forces that shape our world. It is a connection as fundamental as the moon's pull on the tides of the ocean."
She continued, her explanations flowing with clarity and precision. "Through this bond, I have honed spiritual attributes that allow me to sense the child's needs—his hunger, his desire for warmth, for comfort. These are skills I've cultivated diligently for the well-being of my child."
Her words hung in the air, and the elders knowing her as a core disciple, lent her time to pass her message. They recognized the depth of her commitment to her child's welfare and knew not to doubt her judgement.
"The maternal bond I had nurtured was a force of nature connecting mother to child, but what I sensed from the child's mind was beyond my expectations."
"As our minds touched, I felt an intelligence—an intent—emanating from the child. This being, my child, had a name, a self-awareness that defied conventional understanding", she said.
The elders turned to each other each holding their best poker face. Low murmurs and exchanges where made. Intrigued and alarmed by the child's unique condition, they resolved to turn to a deity-class artifact—an ancient relic with the power to reveal the fate and fortune of all beings. It was the soul resonance artifact capable of identifying the origin of all beings and their fate in time.
As the artifact's power coursed through the sanctuary, the child was brought forth, and the ancient runes shimmered with divine magic.
The orb flashed with images from the child's mind, showing the modern world from the eyes of the traveler before suddenly going blank. The monk holding the orb spoke to her, his voice a whisper in the depths of her mind.
"This child," he transmitted directly to her mind, "possesses knowledge of a world beyond our own—a world of technological marvels. His soul is a relic of that realm, an anomaly in our world of magic and mysticism."
Within the hallowed sanctuary of the cleric class hideout, the atmosphere was charged with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Gathered around a semi-circular table adorned with ancient runes, the elders sitting at helm of the table and the mother at the center holding the child, engaged in a discussion to digest the mystery before them.
Elder Riven, a scholar of great renown, began, "This revelation is profound, and it challenges the very bedrock of our knowledge. For centuries, we have accepted the grim truth that all souls within the dragon's domain are severed from the path of reincarnation, destined to feed the insatiable hunger of the dragon's soul."
Another elder, Seraphine, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and caution, added, "And yet, this child... he defies what we thought was a constant law of our existence. The artifact's verdict cannot be ignored. His origin is unmistakably beyond the dragon's reach."
The mother, her gaze unwavering, expressed the weight of her concerns. "But what does this revelation mean for my child, Is he truly an emissary of the deity, a great sage sent to guide us?"
"What for the countless souls who have perished under the dragon's dominion?", Elder Thalos, known for his insight and wisdom, responded. He sat at the center of the tribunal.
"We must tread carefully, for this discovery has the potential to change the course of our history. It forces us to reevaluate our understanding of the realms we inhabit. We must consider the possibility that the dragon's hold over the souls within its domain may not be as unassailable as we once believed."
"I am sorry, Naria, but your child can not leave this sanctuary," Elder Thalos said. "Until we know more, he is our greatest asset against the dragon's army"