"Phonzo!phonzo! please wake up"
"M...m....m...mel..." Trying to hold on to his last breath of life, Phonzo's pale face tried desperately to utter melas name but was to no avail.
Phonzo's desperate cry received no response as his body grew colder like he was struck by an ice spell.
His hearing had deafened and all his eyes could view was a black empty void that seemed to lead nowhere.
Phonzo felt confused but was unable to express it. Though he could still feel his emotions he couldn't think anything, nor could he move his body.
The way thing's seemed it was like phonzo had made his way to the so called after life but could never have imagined it being where he was currently
.
Since he's dead the possibility existed that this was where he would stay for all of eternity.
An abyss where he has no choice but to lay weightless, directionless and worthless till the end of time.
Phonzo halted every form of resistance he tried freeing himself of all the tension he had felt before as though he were enjoying the calm silence and emptiness the void had to offer.
It seemed phonzo had come to terms with his fate and the satisfied grin on his face was proof of it.
But as always fate loved to play games with phonze and it wouldn't stop even after death. Death or life ment nothing to gods but they wouldn't let their favorite plaything leave the stage of life with such an unsatisfactory climax to his story.
It didn't take long after Phonzo's arrival before all the silence broke filling the void with an immense quaking sound that he could hear from practically every angle.
The noise was unbearable to the extent phonzo covered both his ears and gripped onto them tightly. His veins rose throughout his face and became visible as he squeezed it viciously clenching both teeth together.
"What the hell is going on?!" Phonzo yelled to himself baffled at the unexpected turn of events
Just when he thought things were bad enough his weight no longer felt like a feather, gradually getting heavier by the second his feet started drawing and his entire body began to follow a straight path below him.
"Wait! am I falling but how?" Phonzo cried out as he fell from where he was. His eyes widened witnessing the bright light below him.
Phonzo was unable to control his body and as a result he ended up getting devoured by the bright light and once again silence reigned throughout the abyss.
"Well done mam he came out healthy"
"Huff.. Huff.....I'm so .... happy" the woman replied shinning a bright smile on her face.
[What.... the.....hell is this?] Phonzo thought to himself unable to believe what he was seeing.
On one hand he was the being held by an old woman with many grey hairs on her head and wrinkles on her face.on the other hand there was a blonde woman lying down on a mat in a small hut with it's items in disarray not to mention the walls must have seen better days.
Phonzo continued to speculate about what happened to him using every theory is mind could concut paying no heed to the women observing his strange behavior.
"Hmmmmm, this isn't good" the old woman said with a narrowed glance and a frown"
"What is it? Please don't tell me there's anything wrong with my baby!"
"There might be, since he isn't crying after birth"
[Oh shit! You're kidding! there's no way I'm doing that]
"Is there anything we can do?"
"Don't be so worried mam, there is"
"I hope it's not dangerous?"
"Don't worry mam it's not. All I'll do is spank the child a little"
"HUH?"
[Wait. Did I just hear that right!]
"Waaaaah... waaaaah...."
"Phew..see he's crying now so there's no need to spank Him"
"Oh!it seems so"
[How strange that he started crying after I said that. Did he understand me?] the old woman wondered finding it strange how the new born was behaving.
Despite that his mother didn't give a thought before carrying him in her arms and showering him with affection.
Though phonzo may have been reborn as a baby he still had all the memories of his past life along with his pride and morals.
As such he could never allow himself to be humiliated by being treated as what he wasn't.
Phonzo tried to stop his mother from cuddling him any longer but was unable to form any words from his mouth probably because he was still at the infant stage.
[Damn! so talking is out of the question. Doesn't matter I never give up without a fight, if talking won't work then I'll just have to resort to gestures]
Phonzo stretched both his hands and aimed them at the woman but as luck would have it his fingers were too small to point and there was an extent to how he could move his body.
Succumb by frustration phonzo resorted to words once again stretching both arms towards the woman.
Unable to understand what the bady was saying the woman began to scratch her head squinting eyes, glaring at the child with intensity trying to understand him
"Ummm... Do you understand what's going on because I'm a bit confused"
"I'm confused myself too mam, but if I were to guess maybe he's hungry"
"Oh you might be right that must be why he's behaving like this"
[No she's not right I'm not hungry]
The woman takes off her bra wanting to feed her baby breast milk. The resulting jiggles were a feast for his eyes as he wasn't expecting her bussoms being so huge.
Thinking back on it the only ones he's ever seen were melas and she was flat to say the least not to mention he couldn't go hooking up with every woman that came his way because he had a reputation to maintain.
Even though non of it mattered in that moment considering the very sight of them bouncing made him loose all sense of pride he had giving in to his instincts.
"Open wiiiiiide"
[Uhhhhhh I guess it couldn't hurt to try it just once otherwise it would seem strange]
"Aaahhhmm"
[Mmmmm.... this is actually pretty good!]
As phonzo continued to feed on his mother's milk the woman continued to gaze at her child with a warm smile stretching slightly and a glow on her face.
The woman turned her to the opposite direction setting her gaze on the old midwife who was slowly cleaning up where the delivery took place.
The midwife had a focused stare on her face as she cleaned but was obvious her mind was else where
"Thank you for everything madam" she spoke softly towards the mid wife
Hearing that the old woman gathered her thoughts together and faced her replying her statement by nodding her head slowly with a smile plastered on her wrinkled face.
"Now that's been settled what do you wish to name your child?"
Redirecting her gaze back to the feeding baby she lowered her gaze and tone more softly
"I think I'll name him after the great hero that saved my life 10 years ago"
"Hmmm, are you sure. It might attract bullying from other children" the old woman commented.
"I guess you're right."
"Hmmm, if I can't name him after the great hero then I'll just adapt a name for him."
Uttering those words peaked the interest of the old woman who sat down on a rocking chair and drew more focus on what she intended on naming him.
"Alright then, how about from now on I'll name you... GANZO"
[GANZO huh? That's a rather peculiar name]
"So tell me mam what gave you the inspiration for this name"
Once again the woman redirected her gaze but this time at vase of withered flowers sitting on top a battered plank of wood slowly withering from it's stem
"It's because I know my child will become as successful as the great hero and maybe even surpass him"