The world was a swirling darkness, a suffocating silence. "Oh, I'm too old for this," a deep, weary voice echoed in the void. "I've ruled this continent for ages. It's time to rest. Maybe it's time to hand over leadership to my friend, but for now, I'll sleep first."

Then, a jarring shift. The darkness tightened, pressing in, a cold, unfamiliar weight. Panic clawed at the edges of his consciousness. "What is this? Why is it so dark? I can't see anything. What happened? Why can't I feel anything? Where am I? Why is this happening?"

A chilling realization pierced the haze. "Wait, am I dead? How did I die? Did someone kill me?"

He struggled to grasp at memories, searching for answers. "Why am I here? I remember just sleeping on my bed to rest. Who would have the audacity to kill someone as powerful as me? And what was their reason?"

A new sensation – a feeling of being pushed, a gentle but insistent force. Then, a sound, a faint, mournful cry, growing louder. A sliver of light pierced the darkness, blurry and indistinct. "What is this light? Why is it so blurry? I can't see clearly. Who is that crying child?"

A woman's soft, warm voice cut through the confusion. "Congratulations, sis, bro, a healthy baby boy."

A jolt of awareness, a sudden, startling clarity. "Wait, what is this?"

The thought, a whisper at first, grew stronger, a terrifying possibility taking root. "Was I reborn? But why is this happening? I still remember everything from my past life. But first, why did this happen? Why was I reborn?"

He was an emperor in his previous life, a ruler of a vast empire. He needed to understand this new world, to learn its language. He was grateful for the years he spent studying in his past life. "Okay, first things first, I'll slowly open my eyes again."

The light was blinding, but he saw a woman, her face a blur of soft features. "Wow, she's beautiful. Is this going to be my mom? Wait, women who give birth don't dress like that. It's too clean, and based on her appearance, she doesn't look like the one who gave birth to me."

He tried to take in his surroundings. "Where am I now? Is this a hospital? But it doesn't look like it. Based on the surroundings, the lamplight, the wooden ceiling, and the wooden pillars of this place... wait, is this our house? But wow, it's good enough for me to live happily here."

He searched for his parents, his heart aching with an inexplicable longing. "Where are my parents? Why can't I see them?"

The woman was bringing him closer. "Is this my mom? Wow, she's beautiful. Her black hair, black eyes, sharp nose, and long eyelashes. From the warmth I feel, this is my mom. She truly deserves to be called mom with her beauty. And she looks so young. How old is she?"

He focused his gaze on a man beside her, his face radiating joy as he held him. "This must be my dad. He suddenly came closer to me and said, 'Hi, my cute little Faelan, nice to meet you. We can teach you how to use a bow and arrow.' Wow, this man looks like my dad. The woman beside him laughed and scolded my dad, 'Are you crazy? She just gave birth.'"

He stared at his father, a mixture of awe and curiosity washing over him. "Wow, he's handsome with his brown hair, blue eyes, and sharp nose. And it seems like he really loves my mom."

His mother turned to the woman standing beside her. "Wait, Kyla, why isn't he crying? I thought babies cry when they're just born?"

The woman, Kyla, responded with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, sis Lilith, it's probably normal for babies not to cry. But for now, you should rest for a few more days to regain your strength."

He wondered about Kyla's relationship with his mother. "What is this woman's relationship with my mom? They seem close. Maybe they're friends or maybe sisters because she called her sis. But based on her hair and eye color, she looks like my dad's sister."

A month passed, a blur of new sensations and experiences. He could control his fingers, his entire body. "This is good. It seems like I'm a man with great reflexes. This is better than my past life."

As dusk settled, his father returned home, his face etched with fatigue. He rushed to his son, carrying him with an eagerness that bordered on clumsiness. He bumped Faelan's head against the ceiling, a sharp, painful jolt. Kyla, his aunt, reacted instantly, her face a mixture of concern and anger. Faelan cried out, the pain intense, a wave of tears flooding his eyes. Kyla, her eyes filled with a green light, touched him with a gentle hand, the pain dissolving like mist.

Lilith, his mother, emerged from the kitchen, her face a mask of fury. She brandished a long wooden sword, striking his father with a sharp, resounding blow.

He still didn't know his father's name. He only knew Lilith, his mother, and Kyla, his aunt, the healer. He observed his father, his clothes and weapons, and deduced his profession. "Based on my dad's clothes and the weapon he carries, I think he's an archer."

He watched his mother, the wooden sword still in her hand. "As for my mom, because I saw her holding a wooden sword, I think she's a swordsman."

He wondered about his own future, about the skills he would inherit. "With the skills they have, I want to know which one I will inherit when I grow up. Will it be my mom's swordsmanship or my dad's archery skill? Maybe even my aunt's healing magic."

A half-year passed, and he was growing stronger. Lilith took him and Kyla to the village, a bustling hub of life. He saw the small, close-knit community, the warmth and familiarity that permeated the air. "It's hard to say, but my mom's cooking is so delicious. It's even more delicious than the chefs I had in my past life. And just like every day, my dad is always absent in the morning and comes home late at night. But he always brings meat from hunting when he comes home."

His father, a figure of quiet strength and unwavering devotion, brought home fresh game, the scent of the forest lingering on his clothes. "I really want to get to know my dad better."

He yearned for knowledge, for understanding. "There's still so much I want to know about this family and this world. I want to explore the whole village and get to know the people there better."

A year passed, and he was able to walk, a new milestone in his development. His parents and aunt were overjoyed, their faces alight with pride. He discovered a mirror, a portal to his own reflection. He walked slowly towards it, his curiosity piqued.

He stared, his eyes widening in surprise. "Woah."

His hair was the same color as his mother's, his eyes the same color as his father's. "My hair is the same color as my mom's, and my eyes are the same color as my dad's. But wow, I'm so cute. I'll win over many women in the future with this face."

Kyla called Lilith, her voice filled with excitement. Lilith rushed to him, her face beaming with love. "Our baby is so cute!"

He had never expected such a reaction, such an outpouring of affection. He smiled, a small, innocent smile, a promise of a life filled with adventure and wonder. He was Faelan, a child of this world, a new beginning, a blank slate upon which a new destiny would be written.