Capítulo 1: A new life
I always believed the void awaited us at the end of our lives. Always claiming blasphemy to those who woke up in buckets of sweat exclaiming "I saw the light". It was such folly to me.
And yet here I stood... if you can call it that, slowly gravitating towards this light at the end of the tunnel. It was a glaring kind of light, like when someone shines a torch into your eye.
I was left wondering if I had died, the last thing I remember was a searing pain after someone had burst into my room in the barracks. ' I guess the answer is rather obvious' I thought to myself rather morbidly. Although I can't quite place who would want me dead, but then again being his second hand, you would make a lot of enemies.
Moving on, I noticed that I was moving annoyingly slowly, so I guess I have more time to ponder. I half expected this light to be a false sense of hope. 'Why would someone like me go to heaven after all' I thought to myself
Instead, when I reached the end, I was assaulted by blurred browns and reds, and muffled noises invaded my ears. Then I heard a weak cry from my right, and noticed that those were the only noises I could produce myself.
"Congratulations Sir and Madam, they are healthy twin boys" the muffled voice became suddenly clearer
Normally one would think 'have I just been reborn' but a rather depressing thought crossed my mind. ''Does that mean all the ones who came back from the light were miscarriages? Or died at birth?'. My condolences went out to the families who experienced that, as in my line of work, there was no few in number who had said that in my presence.
I knew in my heart that if he was here, he would probably be thinking something rather comical. I soon moved on to assessing my options in a calculative manner and noticed that I could understand the language, which made my (new) life much easier.
Next, after my vision decided to focus, I took stock in my surroundings. Noticing my would be doctor, with glasses as thick as olden day jars. Except he was not wearing a gown, nor was I and my so called twin in the usual white walls of a hospital. His greying facial and head hair did nothing to mask his unattractive face, riddled with wrinkles.
The room we were in looked like it came from some form of satanic ritual, being dimly lit by a few candles, and we lay on a bed of straw.
I then looked around to see who I assumed to be my father, or at least it would be fair to call him such. He had a sharp and clean shaven face, with ashen hair and blue eyes. Strong eyebrows on accented the masculinity his face had. However his huge grin and teary eyes seemed to state otherwise about my assumption of him having a strict character.
I tore my eyes away and found my mother who permeated a motherly warmth, much like my own mother before the accident.. She had a gentle face, perky nose, distinct auburn hair and brown eyes. Overall she gave off a lovely beauty type feeling. I peeled my gaze away from her when I heard.
"Hi little Art, Little Andy, I'm your daddy. Can you say dada?" and I had a deadpan expression at the idiocy in that sentence, hoping that it was due to the emotions of having children causing it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my (presumed) doctor role his eyes, as my mother scoffed.
"Honey, they were just born". I could understand why the two were a couple based on this conversation alone. They were both attractive people, with my father being a somewhat loveable idiot and the mother being a motherly type of person. It was a dynamic that fit well.
"Hmm, they aren't crying. Doctor I thought newborns were supposed to cry when they are born" my mother questioned. By the time I finished observing my surroundings, I heard the doctor reply lazily.
"There are cases where infants don't cry. Please continue resting for a couple of days, Mrs. Leywin, and let me know if anything happens to the twins, Mr. Leywin".
The following weeks were a new form of hell that even my previous experiences could not prepare me for. My lacking motor control, as well as control over other bodily functions.. And even my limited amount of movement drained me far more than I care to admit. And I had developed an envy for those who could control their fingers, as well as a new found gratefulness and appreciation for the control I had over my body in my previous life. I'll become the acrobat that I used to be. But that is a story for another time.
Also in this state I learned something rather disappointing, a baby doesn't grab your finger due to fondness, but hitting a certain nerve that causes that reflex.
On the other hand, I enjoyed this newfound opportunity to be lazy. I enjoyed the time to myself, but found it odd that my brother, was just as quiet as me. We didn't cry unless somehow we hit something. Even if we were hungry we just gave slight signals. I also found out I am Andrew, but for the most part I am called little Andy.
I also found out that the area I was summoned in, was my parents room, praying that this was my world in a timeline without electricity, maybe even in the past long forgotten. However my hopes were proven wrong as one day, my mother healed my brothers scratch after he had been carelessly swung around by our loveable idiot of a father. It wasn't the motherly magic of "a kiss will make it better" but real, shining lights and glowing streams magic from her hands. Which lead me to wonder, where in the hell am I, and why am I here?
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