Chapitre 17: Hybrid Heir; Chapter 2
As Omari gradually regained consciousness, he felt a sense of confusion. The warmth and comfort he felt were familiar, but something was different. He slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by Bonnie Bennett, his new mother, standing before him. However, everything around him seemed more prominent than before, and as he tried to move, he realized that he was now in a baby's body.
Omari felt so small and fragile, but the love and care radiating from Bonnie's captivating green-brown eyes made him feel safe and secure. Her presence was mesmerizing, and he couldn't help but gaze up at her in wonder. He noticed the sleek curtain of her straight, dark brown hair framing her delicate features most beautifully.
Her skin was flawless, and her eyes sparkled with an inner light illuminating everything around her. Omari felt a sense of calm and safety wash over him as he lay in her nurturing embrace, comforted by the soft touch of her hands on his skin.
Omari's little body felt weak and tired from the overwhelming sensations of being reborn into a new world. He had just experienced the most incredible moment of his life, meeting his new mother, Bonnie, and feeling the warmth and love of her embrace. It was all surreal and magical, yet he couldn't help but feel utterly exhausted.
His eyelids grew heavy, and a soft yawn escaped his tiny mouth as he closed his eyes. Omari felt the weight of sleep begin to pull him under, his breaths slowing down as his body relaxed in Bonnie's arms.
As Omari drifted to sleep, feeling safe and secure in his mother's embrace, he had no idea that his life would change again. When he woke up, he found himself in the arms of his grandmother, Abby Bennett.
As he stirred, he could hear fragments of a conversation between his mother and grandmother. They were discussing his safety and the best way to protect him. Omari could sense the concern and love in their voices, but he couldn't quite grasp the gravity of the situation.
Only when Bonnie explained her decision to give him to Abby did Omari begin to understand. She wanted him to be safe, away from any danger that might threaten him. Abby would protect and help raise him in a magical and dangerous world.
Omari felt a twinge of sadness at the thought of being separated from his mother, but he knew it was for the best. He trusted her decision and knew he would always be loved and cared for, no matter where he was.
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As Omari was gently put into his car seat by his grandmother, Abby, he felt curious and excited. He peered around, taking in his surroundings, as Abby gave him a loving smile. The car seat was new and cushiony, and he was strapped in securely.
Eventually, they started their journey, and Omari needed to figure out how long they drove. He watched the world outside the car window with wonder as it passed in a blur. The sky was a deep blue, and the clouds seemed to stretch forever, like fluffy white mountains.
Abby would stop the car several times during their journey, checking on Omari, ensuring he was fed, and changing his diaper.
The house was a grand and stately structure with a peaked roof and tall windows that allowed sunlight to stream in. The white paint on the house's exterior shone brightly in the sun, making it seem almost otherworldly. The green lawn in front of the house was perfectly manicured, and the trees that lined the driveway stood at attention, welcoming them to the estate.
As Abby parked the car and got out to retrieve Omari from the back seat, he was momentarily blinded by the sheer beauty of the surroundings. The air was crisp and clean, and the scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the fragrance of blooming flowers nearby.
As they approached the front door, Omari couldn't help but marvel at the size of the house. The front door was large and imposing, with intricate carvings and a brass knocker shaped like a lion's head. Abby gently pushed the door open, revealing a spacious and elegant interior.
Omari's eyes widened in amazement as he took in the luxurious furnishings, plush carpets, and ornate decorations. The walls were adorned with paintings and photographs, and the polished wooden floors gleamed in the sunlight. The overall effect was one of sophistication and refinement.
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Four months passed, and Abby took great care of Omari. She was a great caregiver, nurturing and attentive to his needs. Omar noticed Abby moved incredibly fast around the house during this time.
He first witnessed her speed when she had forgotten his bottle in the kitchen. She had darted down the stairs instantly and returned with the bottle before he could cry. It was remarkable how quickly she moved, making caring for him seem effortless.
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Abby left Omari on a soft blanket and grabbed a blood bag in the kitchen. He noticed his teddy bear was out of reach. He felt a strange warmth spreading throughout his body. Suddenly, he felt a forceful tug, and his teddy bear flew into his outstretched arms.
Omari could feel the energy coursing through his veins as he cradled his teddy bear. It was like a rush of electricity that started at the tips of his fingers and toes and spread through his body like wildfire. It was a raw and powerful energy, unlike anything he had ever experienced before, but at the same time, it felt natural, like a part of him that he had always possessed but had never known how to access. He felt alive, invigorated, and filled with a sense of purpose.
He closed his eyes and let the feeling wash over him, savoring the moment. It was like he had tapped into a vast reservoir of energy that was just waiting to be unleashed. He could feel the power humming within him, like a feral beast he had barely managed to tame. The magic he possessed felt like an infinite well of energy, dark and primal yet comforting and familiar simultaneously.
For a moment, Omari sat there, lost in thought, pondering what this discovery meant.
(Later that day)
Abby held Omari in her arms, cradling him gently as she offered him his bottle. Omari's tiny hands reached for it eagerly, but as soon as the nipple touched his lips, he turned away, pushing it out with his tongue. Frustrated, he started to cry, his face turning red with anger.
Abby tried to soothe Omari, but he was inconsolable. He refused the bottle and began to cry loudly, his face contorted with anger and frustration. And then, to Abby's shock, the bottle flew out of her hand and crashed onto the floor, spilling its contents. The room fell silent as Abby and Omari looked at each other in surprise. Abby couldn't believe what she had just witnessed.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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