I slowly opened my eyes, finding myself in an unfamiliar place. nestled in someone's warm, loving embrace Before me was a stunning lady unlike anyone I had ever seen. Black, flowing hair that framed her gentle face, her eyes a deep blue that seemed to hold endless depths of affection.
She cradled me carefully, her touch of light as if she feared I might break. Her joy was palpable, radiating from her in waves. I could sense it, even in My infant state. But She was speaking in a language I couldn't understand. As I tried to reach out to her, I realized I couldn't move. It was then that I understood—I had been reincarnated, just like in the novels I used to read.
Judging by her warmth and affection, I can confidently say that this woman is my mother.
My first memories in this new life were a blur of warmth and soft sounds. I felt cocooned in a loving embrace, a stark contrast to the cold and unfortunate end I had faced in my previous life. As a orphan , I had known little comfort or tenderness. Yet now, as I blinked my new eyes open for the first time, I was met with a pair of adoring faces, their expressions glowing with love and relief.
"He's perfect, Garrick," mother whispered, her voice filled with awe. She glanced up at a man which could be my father her expression one of pure bliss.
Garrick, a tall and broad-shouldered man with a mane of sandy hair and a rugged but kind face, looked down at me with equal wonder. His brown eyes, sharp and discerning, softened as they met mine. He reached out, his hand large but gentle as it brushed a tuft of soft hair from My forehead.
"He is," Garrick agreed, his voice a deep rumble. "Our perfect little miracle."
Though unable to understand there communication , could feel the sincerity of their emotions. In my past life my death had been honorable, dying by Saving a life for a cause I believed in. Yet in those final moments, I had felt a deep yearning for something I had never experienced—unconditional love and the warmth of a family.
Now, as I lay nestled in my mother's arms, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace. The room around me was cozy, filled with the soft glow of a hearth and the gentle hum of life. It was a modest home, but it exuded a sense of comfort and security that was entirely foreign to me.
My mother hummed a soothing melody, rocking me gently. The sound was mesmerizing, a lullaby that seemed to promise safety and happiness. My tiny hands curled instinctively around my mother's finger, the connection grounding me in this new reality.
"Welcome to the world, little one," mother whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "We have so many dreams for you, so much love to give."
Father nodded, his gaze never leaving me. "We'll protect you always, You'll never know a day without love."
Just like that, my first year in this world was complete. I learned my name is Aric, and my mother, Lyra, was encouraging me to walk. I had secretly started walking in my fifth month but hadn't shown them. Now, I decided it was the right time to reveal my new skill.
After seeing me walking, my mother was overjoyed and started tossing me into the air in celebration. Just then, my father, Garrick, walked in.
I don't know exactly what he does, but one thing is clear: he loves his family very much.
In this one year, I discovered that this world has magic. I saw my mother using magic to clean the house, which filled me with excitement.
Eager to use magic myself, I tried sneaking around to find information in books. However, I couldn't understand anything.
Realizing the importance of learning this language has inspired me to grow up. However, I must rest first as I tend to tire quickly in infancy.