Chapter 2.: Being born again is great but…
I disappeared from the Goddess’ special place, it was above the world that I would be born in. A place up high, staring at the planet below.
I seem to recall the continents and the vast oceans below, they were quite beautiful. After disappearing, my surroundings became white as far as my eyes could see.
Alkrga huh, will I really be reborn? I wonder if the family I’ll belong to will be caring and nice? What kind of actions should I take? Reflecting, I should just stop with these lines of thoughts and just take things as they come.
As I calmed my thoughts, the white space before me faded black and in the next moment I became overwhelmed with pressure on my body.
I began to feel my surroundings, but my strength was steadily getting weaker. My vision was blurry and I tried to see what was before me, little by little I could make out figures moving in front of me.
But then a pressure of some kind was forced upon me, my vision blurred further, and things became dark once more. And suddenly I felt my body being pulled and dragged, my vision blurred as if by my surroundings.
I was desperate to know what was going on around me, but my consciousness was a mess. Then as the pressure that surrounded me lessened, I felt as though I was dropped on a hard surface.
Is this birth? What was I going through? To my confusion, I was shocked by my next actions.
*bleeeuuughhh…. *bleeuuaargh….. *huuuuu…. *hack… *cough…. *cough…
I really felt as if I puked out my insides, I was disoriented and had a hard time moving around. Yeah, this is not birth, I thought.
“Arend! Arend! Arend!”
Urrrrgh. Who’s shaking me? I’m really exhausted, fatigued and my body is sore all over. Stop shaking me. While immersed in these thoughts, the person responsible embraces me like a child.
“Oh thank God you’re alive… Arend you still here… thank goodness… *sniff *hic *hic”
My vision gradually cleared and I was held in the arms of a beautiful young woman. Who was she? Could she happen to be my mother?
I was still confused by my situation and I wanted to clarify my surroundings. My voice leaked out in a fatigued manner.
“Mom… Is that you?”
“Ara? What did you say?”
“Mother?” My voice croaked but I repeated myself
The young woman, who held me, began to turn red and immediately loosened her embrace on me.
“Silly Arend, I’m not your mother. It’s me, Sister Lia.” With a slightly embarrassed smile, she introduced herself.
As my gaze drifted from her smile, I realized there were several children behind her. Some were still crying and others were just looking down, ashamed to look in our direction. What happened?
I looked at myself and then at my surroundings. My body was that of a young boy, not older than 7 years of age. I was drenched all over, as I sat on the bank of a river. I glanced down, trying to think over my situation.
Lost in thought of how I was reborn, I wondered what happened to the real Arend. Since I’ve become him, what happened to his soul?
My face twisted with confusion, I could only focus my thoughts of what I have to do from now on. I settled the various questions in the back of my mind and looked at the Sister in front of me and the children behind her.
Calming my mind and my body, I looked forward expectantly and asked.
“Who are you people?”
–Sister Lia PoV–
My smile disappeared and I was shocked in my heart. The little boy in front of me, Arend, appeared confused and lost. Arend’s initial reactions led me to believe he was just exhausted from the river.
I felt that I had just made it in time to save poor Arend from drowning, but my heart tightened from his most recent response.
When one of the boys from the orphanage ran for help, I rushed over in order to save the girl who had fallen into the river.
Upon arriving at the river bank, I was surprised to find Arend in the middle of the river his body bobbing up and down stuck near a jutting rock.
One of the girls nearby told me what happened. How Arend removed his shirt, tied it to a nearby tree branch and swung himself in order to grab the girl who fell.
Arend managed to grasp the collar of the girls’ dress and swung her onto the riverbank. But with the extra weight on the tree branch, the branch snapped and Arend fell into the river.
All would have been well, but the branch had struck Arend’s head and he drifted to a rock near the middle of the river.
Immediately, I cast wind magic.
“Breath of the land hear my plea, aid me now empower me”
Using the winds force, blew Arend’s body to the river banks shore and luckily I made it in time.
With the wind still in my control, I pumped Arend’s chest with air and within the next few moments, he began emptying the water in his body.
Arend was alive, I was filled with joy. Not only had he saved one of the children, he did not lose his life, I was glad.
I held Arend close to me, like a little brother, but he called out to me as if I was his mother. Immediately I lessened my hold and tried to remind him who I was.
Standing up before him, I smiled meekly, but then I realized something was off. Arend though he was fatigued and exhausted, looked around confused.
His expressions changed as he gazed at his surroundings and the children behind me. I thought he must still be in pain from almost drowning to death, but that was not the case.
With his head facing the ground, he then looked up at me and his words shocked me to my core.
“Who are you people?”