The world seemed dark, was I tricked into this? I hoped for my sake that all turned out as planned. A bright light suddenly shone down on me as I struggled to open my eyes.
I looked around and noticed a young and beautiful young lady look down at me with a warm smile. She had lovely and soft dark hair, red irises and bronze skin."He is so precious!" She exclaimed and I suddenly felt myself being carried into someone else's arms.
"Yes, he sure is! We shall name you Marcus!" A giant young man with a well kept beard and dark hair, braided and tied back like an acient Viking yelled and laughed. His brown skin complimented by the light of the room.
Suddenly they started looking at me weirdly. "Isn't it weird that he hasn't cried yet?" He consulted one of the maids in the room. "Um, sir that could mean you won't be able to speak in the future since his vocals might be damaged." She said and the giant glared at me in silence.
'Oh shit, I better cry before I am seen as a weirdo!' I thought to myself and finally mustered the energy to cry. "There see, he is just fine! You didn't know what you were talking about Jasmine!"
"I am truly sorry sir!" She said and quickly bowed. "Nevermind, i will overlook it just this once!" He said while acting tough and the maid smiled with relief.
"I will train you to become the strongest war lord the world has ever seen!" My father roared with pride in his soul.
"No he will be the smartest scholar." My mother added giving him a look that screamed. 'Argue with the wall bitch!'
"Warrior!"
"Scholar!"
"Assassin!"
"Pacifist!"
"Why can't you both equally train him?" The maid inquired and they both fell silent. "Could work." My dad admitted. "Sure why not." She agreed.
"Thank you Miss Kate, prepare for my wife some tea."
"As you wish my lord." She said and left the room. As she left she had them murmuring.
"I still think he will pick me over you though." He spoke like a child getting a rise from his older sister. "Why you!!" My mother roared and out of no where the room was thrown into a frenzy!
The maid quickly ran to the kitchen relieved to have dodged a bullet of staying in that room. "Wait I thought you are pacifist!" My father screamed as his last dying breath.