Chapitre 3: Death, And Rebirth – 2
(Don's POV)
I watch relieved as my wife holds in her hands our first son. She looks tired, her pale skin even paler than before due the effort, is covered in sweat, her bountiful chest going up and down with her heavy breathing. Her brown hair is stuck to her head and face, the rest falling lightly wet over her shoulders and back.
Her face, even though still a bit pained, is still beautiful with bright, blue eyes, with a happy smile in her face. One peculiar thing, however, are her pupils, vertical slits instead of black dots. After all, my wife is heir to the blood of dragons.
In her arms, our child, a boy. As the maid that delivered our son walks out of the room, I approach the bed.
- He's not crying. – I remark to the silent boy, breathing peacefully in her arms, a tuff of black hair like mine atop the head of pale skin. – But he also doesn't seem sick at all.
- Of course not! – my wife said with confidence, already recovering from the delivery. She looks at our son with an elated expression. – He's of both our bloods, he will be a strong one. – she says, before exclaiming. – Dear! Look! His eyes!
Startled, I approach, surprised by my wife's happiness. And what I see is my son, looking at us with big, curious eyes. The pupils are vertical slits, like his mother, however the color of the irises are not like any of ours.
While mine are green and his mothers are blue, his eyes are that of a beautiful golden.
- The blood of dragons in him is strong! - she says, looking up to me, her eyes shining brightly. – Look at his eyes!
I smile to her and touch her shoulder, looking at my son. She told me before, when we were still adventurers. Dragon blood, in humans that descend from it, can be stronger or weaker. Lucinda, my wife, has blood from dragons, but it's too far diluted, so she barely has any power from it besides the dragonmark.
But our son has golden eyes, a symbol of power for dragon heirs. I notice something on his right shoulder. Looks like… a birthmark. No, it's too complex. I widen my eyes as I realize what it is.
- Lucinda, that! – I say, pointing at the baby. She looks at him confused, before noticing the mark on his right shoulder. After confirming that it is what we think, tears start to flow from her eyes. She smiles gently, as the tears flow in silence. She brings our son hear her face, touching her forehead with his.
- My little boy. – She says, kissing his cheeks. – You have an amazing journey ahead of you…
I just look on this scene silently. To be born with a dragonmark… fate has always shone its light on those marked by the ancient beasts, and when they are of age the ones that descend of their blood are marked. That is normally around 12 to 15 years of age…
But to be born with a dragonmark…
I look outside, as my wife weeps in happiness, to the small village outside, and down to my son once again, his big, golden eyes looking confused at me and his mother. Even if he's just born, he seems so smart already… I will have to teach him how to fight with the best of my abilities. After all, dragonmark bearers are always in paths of blood.
(Siegfried's POV)
It has been already two months since I have reincarnated, and apparently, my new name is Siegfried. My father's name, a handsome man with pale white skin, black eyes and green eyes, as well being quite tall and well built, with some muscle to show off, seems to be Don, although I can't be really sure.
As for my mother, her name is Lucinda, a beautiful woman with a bountiful chest that has been feeding me recently, for my constant humiliation. Golden hair and blue eyes, with strange pupils shaped like that of a cat or reptile. She is also someone with a pale skin, although her tone is more pinkish than my father's.
It was firstly confused if this is was earth at all, since the life here seems to be equivalent to that of the middle ages, since the clothes seem of different craft from those in modern times, as well our house seems simpler.
There is also no electricity, only candles and alike. And the greatest proof… is when mother takes me out to the market. She ties me to her back in some kind of baby bag and goes out with me while dad is out working.
And outside our house, at the market, I see people wit animal ears, people wearing armors and carrying swords and bows, like some kind of medieval fantasy. And more importantly… there is magic. This world is clearly not earth, there were no people like that back in earth, and certainly magic didn't exist.
The first time that I saw magic was when mother was cooking with me in her back. We have a firewood oven, so she needs to light the firewood, naturally. However, instead of making fire from a tool or something, she said something in a language that I didn't understand, and a flame simply appeared in the tip of her finger.
Also, once, I scratched my knee, and mother healed my wound with a green light coming out of her hands. That marveled me beyond measure. I'm now looking forward to growing up and learning magic as soon as possible.
Also, I think that now I know what this second energy is. It's mana, for the lack of better word, as short for magical power. After all, every time mother uses magic, this secondary energy that I have absorbed in the uterus, agitates and is the source of the fire as well other magic that mother uses.
But for now, I'm focusing in learning the language that my parents speak, as well gather as much power as possible. I'm getting the hang of it, although I can't speak, I can already understand a good part of it. I look forward for the future!
(One year later)
It has been already one year since I arrived at this world. Life is good, my family is loving, and life is peaceful. Mother still takes me to the market every other day, letting me see the people in the streets.
I have been gathering mana, as I heard mother say when she spoke to me of magic, and Ki like there was no tomorrow, to the point that my previous self cannot compare. As for how I know what mana is, mother likes to speak to me, hoping that I learn the language as fast as possible. She freaked out when I called her mama for the first time.
It was rather cute, she was shocked for a moment before starting to bawl out, hugging me tightly, so much that hurt quite a bit before she managed to get control of herself. Recently, mother has started to read to me, so I started to pick up on letters as well.
But man, mother is reading books about magic to me after I spoke for the first time, and it's some complicated stuff as well, like magic theory and spells. When dad asked why she was reading for me this kind of stuff, she answered that I had a large amount of mana, and she would try to make me a mage.
Makes sense, I guess, but reading magic theory to a baby doesn't seem the way to go. I'm grateful though, it seems a nice way to learn magic. Also, I'm apparently a noble. Either that or someone with great status.
Mother always goes out followed by maids to the market, and our house is a big one, three stories tall. We also have a few maids that help mother take care of me from time to time. anyway, aside from my day to day, when I'm alone in my crib, I make some light stretches, nothing that would hurt my baby body, but would let me become much more flexible when I get older.
But besides the breast feeding and the humiliating lack of control of bladder and intestines, there isn't much of note.
— Un nouveau chapitre arrive bientôt — Écrire un avis
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone