Azrael's POV:
"HAAAAAAAAP!"
A sharp gasp for air.
(Am I alive?)
(I died right?)
(Wait, why do I feel so small?)
"Seki, leopa amaama atu hahagi buras. Aka herula ma ka segugu, aka hastura aga keru quat, ala?"
Translation: "Aww, our baby is finally awake. You slept for so long, you must've had a nice dream, huh?"
A woman suddenly approached me, peering in as I realized I was inside a crib.
(Where am i?)
(Am I inside a crib???)
(What's she saying? I can't understand her words...) as I look unto her, she's smiling, making cute faces, as if I was a little child.
(Who is this person?)
(Have I been reincarnated?) I thought as I looked around.
The room was dim, with the soft light of the moon coming through a small window. I could see a simple room, its wooden walls casting faint shadows.
In one corner, there was a table filled with things that looked like they were for a baby—bottles, cloths, and other small items.
(Are those mine?) as I look at it, then slowly turning my gaze unto the woman, peering inside the crib. (Are these my parents in this life?)
That's when I really realize that I have been reincarnated
(No way! what about my parents from my past life?)
( Mom? Dad? please help me T.T)
All started to happen so fast,
(what's going on.... i'm scared)
(But why do I feel like crying?)
(Is it because I'm alive and was given another chance?)
(I want to go back----- the parents I had from my past life. I hoped they were okay with my death—I hoped they were strong and doing well.)
Suddenly, I started crying loudly.
Based on her reaction, the lady I assumed to be my new mom was startled and quickly picked me up.
"Seki, atutu atu huat amaama cuatrko? Juset aku tura keru shoqu zuret forey? Jikkko heur, akas cua."
Translation: "Aww, why is my baby crying? Did you have a bad dream instead? Mama's here, don't cry." It felt like she was trying to soothe me as I continued wailing. This felt like the love of a mother.
Wailing in the background...
A man arrived, gesturing with open arms, wanting to take me. My mom then handed me to him.
"QUAQUAQUA, huat misut, atutu duret aku cuatrko? Hural, hural. Pikko acquap Jikko muret heur."
Translation: "HAHAHA, my son, why are you crying? There, there. Papa and Mama are here."
(I—I can't understand them... Was I born far from the Philippines? Wait, the real question is, was I even reincarnated on Earth?)
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