I slowly try to sink in the situations in so that I can, I don't know...
STOP PANICKING!!! OH MY GOD, THIS IS A NIGHTMARE!!! I AM AT THE POINT OF...
"Where is he? Where is my son?" a deep voice boomed, flooding the room with an overwhelming presence.
A man with a worried face, furrowed eyebrows and bluish-silver hair approached the crib in which I layed.....with a panicked face....and teary eyes.
That must be my father, Felix Wolfe's father, Duke Victor Wolfe. Woah, he is much more handsome than I had imagined.....to think, he is now my FATHER!
Suddenly, his strong hands scooped me up, and I was cradled against a warm chest that smelled of fresh air and grassy meadows, not really a scent that I would like though.
"Felix.....my son," he murmured softly, his eyes swirling with worry. "What's wrong? You look ill."
Oh man, how I wish to tell him: I am not your son! IamapersonfromaworldwereyourworldisanovelandIhavepossessedthebodyofyoursonwhowillgrowuptobeavillainandkillyouallsoyoushouldprobablykillmesothatbothyoyandmehaveahappylifeandwecangobacktobeinggoodpeople....(Speaking in a quick way)
But my baby body could only manage a soft gurgle. Yikes....I am going to have to do more than that.
I could hear the hushed conversations between the beautiful silver-haired woman—my mother and father(I am going to have to call them that from now on so better get used to it).
"It's just a momentary sickness, dear," my mother's voice interjected, soothingly brushing back a few stray silver strands from my forehead. "The physician will be here soon."
They are still trying to figure out why my face contourted in that way. If it were me, I would have given up a long time ago.
The soft touch of her fingers sent calming waves through me. I was achingly aware of how foreign yet familiar this care felt. Each gentle pat on my back seemed to cradle the shattered pieces of my former life, allowing me to momentarily forget the perilous narrative I found myself in.
But I can't give in to these feelings. I have to remember not to grow too attached, I might have to kill them to survive, I don't know, but, as long as there is a way for me to survive, I am going to do whatever it takes....even if it means "killing my family".
The door swung open, revealing a stout man with bags under his eyes that suggested he'd seen his share of exhaustion. That....must be the Physician.
He approached, eyes narrowed with seriousness.
"What seems to be the problem, my lord?" he asked, bowing slightly before settling his gaze on me.
"I do not know!" Victor exclaimed, anxiety creeping into his voice. "One moment, he was playing with his toys, and the next, he became pale as a ghost!"
The physician examined me carefully, checking my temperature, fingers pressing against my small forehead. "He feels warm, but nothing too alarming. A touch of fever, perhaps. Increase his water intake and keep him warm. The child doesn't require any medicinal intervention just yet."
Of course there is nothing serious. If it were, I wouldn't be able to even think.
"Oh...Thank god.....I thought something bad might have happened to you...oh...After what happened with Henry....I could bear it if anything happened to you."
Henry Wolfe, Victor and Celeste Wolfe's first-born and Felix Wolfe's only brother.
Henry Wolfe, was born a normal child, but, after a plague that hit the nation a few years before Felix was born, Henry fell incredibly ill and became very weak. He died at the young age of 22 which was unfortunate because the cure to his disease was discovered the very next year....
If only Henry could hold on just a little more, he could have survived. Even more so because he was the only person who had enough control over Felix, to stop him.
Victor suddenly held me close and started sobbing. I felt bad for him, especially because he will be losing both his sons...so I just let myself loose and hugged him.
"Look Victor, he is hugging you back."
"My boy, do you understand what I feel?...Don't you worry, I will never let anything happen to you."
After that, my mom started crying, and then my dad cried again, and after all that crying...they left me alone in the room to sleep. The first thought that came to mind was....Who the heck, leaves a newborn unattended and alone.
Anyways, it was only a matter of time before I would confront not just the childhood of Felix Wolfe, but the legacy that accompanied his name. So, if I wanted to survive, I would have to get more information because although the words written in the novel were true, thise words donot have the behind the scenes information which might be crucial.
And for the days that followed,
I strained my ears to listen to the nursery maids and the soldiers. It was through quiet observation that I began piecing together the tapestry of this new life.
I overheard snippets of conversations hidden behind the drawn curtains of my nursery. The king's forces growing restless, whispers of dark rituals designed to summon demons that dipped into forgotten histories. Each word wrapped around me, knitting more urgency into my purpose to build a foundation that would prepare me for the inevitable confrontations with Hayden and other threats (Look at me being poetic).
Word of war occasionally were heard through the estate, and while my parents dreamt of unification through peace, Richard had already finished the first step to his plan, sign a contract with the king of the demons, Asmodeus. The demons that had once lingered in the recesses of my imagination now seemed to be more than mere words on paper they were potent enemies that I might have to face, and dark forces that would not rest until they ruled everything.
I found myself staring at the soft mobile hanging above the crib. The pastel colors twirled cheerfully, but all I could feel was the creeping dread of the destiny that awaited me. Five months have passed since I first came to this world. I actually thought that time would pass quickly...
BUT IT IS ANNOYINGLY SLOW!!!
My first step was to forge a connection with Hayden. It was necessary that the future main lead feel kindness before a veil of hatred enveloped him. BUT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT WHEN TIME IS PASSING SO SLOW!!
Hayden isn't even born yet, so I just supposed to sit around and do nothing?!
That was the question.
I watched my mother move about the nursery, her gentle touch was a reminder—every action mattered.
That's right! Every action matters!
Okay, so Felix was one of the most powerful warriors of the nation, which is why Hayden didn't know who killed his mother until later on...
BECAUSE HE KILLED HER SO SKILLFULLY!!
My....what am I thinking....
Anyways...if I am able to become one of the best warriors, I can maybe use my skills to save Hayden and his mother wrather than killing them! That would ensure me getting on his good side!
I may still be young, it would be much quicker to start learning how to fight rather than wait ten whole years for the birth of Hayden.
Survival....You are in my hands now, BITCH!!
TO BE CONTINUED....