บท 110: POV of an new reincarnated soul
(AN: Alright guys new character introduction of one of Mc's bastard daughter Ellyn Flowers. Later will be known as Ellyn Fireball. She is the daughter of Alan and Darla of Tumbleton. She is going to be a reincarnated person. She will narrate the situation of Alan's family and children that escaped in bravos from the beginning of the story.)
(281 AC)
The world around me was bright, perhaps too much. And once my eyes finally started to focus, I found that I had absolutely no idea where I was. Dark and craggy, something like stone hung over me, nothing like the usual flaky vanilla of my apartment.
'Just where in the hell am I?'
The feeling of terror only compounded as I found that I couldn't move myself, as if my body was rejecting my brain's commands. Well maybe not outright rejecting, but when I tried to get myself up, the result was a clumsy flop.
At first, I wondered if I had a stroke or something, or maybe I was kidnapped. That would explain the strange surroundings and if they had drugged me with something, the clumsy responses made sense. But as for why, I had no clue. Unless these kidnappers (or maybe the singular one) coveted an old MacBook or novelty glasses, I didn't have much that one would call valuable. My I-phone and laptop were the most expensive things I owned and were very much portable, making taking me along with them unnecessary. And the less said about my bank account, the better.
I looked around, dreading that I might find myself in a Saw-esque trap room, only to see that I was somewhere... gray. It seemed my vision hadn't yet fully returned, as my heart started to race.
Then I felt something wrap around me, warm and soft, with a texture that I recognized. Skin. And then I was lifted up with ease.
Now that was alarming in a few ways, one being that I was a decently sized woman so anything that could easily heft me up like that would have to be huge. And two, the hands felt large, very large.
I admit my imagination had gotten away from me and I had dreaded what sort of creature or horror movie monster I would see holding me like baby Simba. But I had not expected to see the blurry face of a young woman She looks looks just like me for some odd reasons, looming over me like a moon. Her honey blonde hair tied in a long braid that hung to her side. Her eyes gazed with concern as she gently bounced me.
I didn't quite know how to process it, being that I had no idea who she was and why she looks like me or my younger self, or how the woman was carrying me like a sack of potatoes.
I must be dreaming, that would be the most likely explanation. I must've eaten something weird or had too much to drink and this culminated in this surreal experience. All I would have to do to break would be to will myself awake.
I tried focusing on the idea that this wasn't real.
Nothing happened.
Well maybe this was a lucid dream of sorts, where my body stayed asleep but my conscious mind remained alert. Then I could simply just change the reality around me. Like making myself able to stand up.
Nothing.
Now this was starting to come back around to being horrifying. It was a cross between a nightmare and mild sleep paralysis, only I had somehow placed myself in this strange place.
And the way she held me seemed like how someone would hold a baby, further confusing me. I'd had my share of weird and scary dreams, but never ones involving being baby-sized. Definitely a step up from being run over or stalked through the streets by a murder, this bizarre situation was eerie all the same.
Especially once the giant woman started to nurse me.
This was shaping up to be a pretty fucking weird dream.
I admit it took a more than reasonable amount of time before I was convinced that I wasn't on some consciousness delving journey. No, it seemed that for whatever reason, I had been placed into the body of an infant in who knows where.
My first thought was that I had been placed into my body as a baby, but that was squashed by the fact I could definitively rule this place out as a hospital. That and I was definitely not this pale before.
So next I assumed that I had been reincarnated or something?
First of all, I suppose that I was happy that 'reincarnation' was that religion team that turned out to be true. Having not been particularly devout, I was happy to not find myself roasting in a lake of brimstone right about now. Unless this was my own special hell, doomed to be trapped in a near useless body for all of eternity. Tamer than the vanilla sure, but potentially maddening in large enough doses.
No, I decided to hope for the best and that I had been given a new life. Which brought me to the next question; why had I been allowed to keep my memories, save for the one that presumably involved my death?
From what I had heard about reincarnation, the soul was placed into a new body, leaving behind personality and memories. But here I was, the mind and memories of a 22-year-old in the fragile clumsy body of an infant. Perhaps this was to be a punishment of sorts. Trapped immobile and unable to even clean myself, while still being fully cognizant.
And the room around provided little in the way of answers.
The longer I looked, the more I was sure that this wasn't a hospital. Between the antique looking decorations and lack of anything electronic, I could have either been in some unholy blend of a Ren faire and a LARP'er commune. Even the clothing of the giant woman, who I had taken to calling Mom, looked more akin to an antique shop than even a thrift store.
Yet another circle added to my punishment it seemed. For my part, I refrained from crying as much as I could, save for the more embarrassing moments born from my predicament.
And from time to time, I caught glimpses of my roommates. They looked like babies unsurprisingly, though I was surprised by these babies appearance. Two of them have brown blonde hair, They looked like twins and it's seems they are a month older than me. And the other baby is the new addition, and have pure black hair and maybe Younger than me. When they opens their eyes I observed that all of them have Red Ruby colored eyes.
Weird .....definitely by my old life's standards, though I supposed it could be different here. I thought reincarnation usually spat you back out on your own world, but since I had been wrong about the memories, then I could easily be wrong about this too. Though if every baby here was a reincarnated adult like me, I wondered why kindergardens weren't filled with toddlers crying with the joy of finally being able to wipe themselves.
And from what I could see of myself, I had a similar appearance to the other babies but my hair is blonde. Yet another quirk about this place it seemed.
Time unsurprisingly passed by slowly at first. Unable to speak, sit up, or even move much of my body, I had to find ways to keep my mind occupied lest I slip into spiraling insanity or find out if you really can die of boredom.
I started to keep a mental catalog of those that I saw. The first 'entry' was Gigantic blonde, as she was one of the most frequent visitors. I think she's is my new mom, She would pick me up, feed me, and bounce me, usually humming or singing something while she did it. I had once tried to get her attention with my eyes, only to have her take it as a cute baby gesture, rather than the cry for help. But she was kind enough to me.
The other babies I called the Twin number one A..... and Twin number two as .....J and the black haired baby as... L due to the way she (My Mom would use feminine pronouns) always projected her little voice like the singer and due to her blonde locks. I guessed that we might be siblings or half siblings or relatives at least, since it seemed that our unique features were not common, at least in the women that cared for us.
The others got hungry about the same time each day and got better at sleeping through the next slowly.
Another woman was a shorter Brunette, who I heard my mom called her Ava
...hmm.. Ava has blue eyes which is very beautiful.
She was more playful than my mom, more liable to pluck either the twins or her son and me as well. from our beds and 'fly' us around the room, much to my roommates's gurgling jubilation. Though I did get the idea that Ava wasn't exactly supposed to do that, as my mom would usually shout whenever she caught Ava doing it.
Then another Two woman would frequently come to visit us. They looked like twins as well. And funnily enough... later I learned that the Twin women were actually the mother of Twin boys.... that I thought were twins. So the boys are not twins.. but their mothers are. The question remains how fuck did that happened. Is their dad fucked their mom's in same day?
nnoonono..... that sounded weird.
One of the Twin women named Alice was the mother of Aenar. And her twin sister Jane is the mother of Jonnel.
They frequently come to feed them.
Still, it was with Ava ...mother of Lyonel that I was able to glimpse more of the world outside this room. Once she took me out to a balcony, allowing me to see the sprawling city that led out to a blue sea, with a wall of white stone skirting the outer edge. It seemed that I had been born into not a castle but a Manor of some sort, which probably meant I was at least tangentially related to someone with some minor power or wealth.
Along with keeping tabs on the people I saw, I was able to discern that the language spoken was English, though a bit archaic. A positive certainly as it meant I could understand what our caretakers said, but strange that English was spoken here. But it would be a while until I could fully hear, since it turned out that a baby's sense of hearing was kind of crappy.
Yet another reason why being a baby sucked.
But back to the catalog, there were others that frequented by. One of the more common was a tall woman, Named Mrs Miranda or people call her madam Miranda and she is also the mother of Alice and Jane, she is towering over even my mom. From her dress, I assumed that she was of higher status than those that attended us, with a penchant for ornaments and jewelry. Given that she was one of the few that shared the unique features of Twin boys oh .. sorry their Twin mothers, I assumed that she was a relative of Them, especially from her apparent fondness for the not twins. And it seems it was true , she was their grandmother and mother of the Twin women.
Rarely a day passed with her not making an appearance, usually causing my mom and Ava and the twin women Alice and Jane to scurry around like headless chickens. Apparently, she commanded a deal of respect, though the hardness of her dark purple eyes seemed to melt when she looked at us.
It seems like she runs a very good business in the city.
There was also an older man, plump with a spray of freckles on his face and scalp with short-cropped black hair and mustache. He wore a thick male dress, and looks like a kind olderly looking grandpa. His name is Durran and apparently he was Ava's grandfather and and great grandfather of the black haired baby Lyonel. For that I called him granfa Durran.
Grandpa Durran would talk with my mom and Ava frequently, he spends huge amount of time with us. He is like a friendly grandfather to all of us, as he often delighted in making faces at my roommates, cousins, half siblings(?) earning happy gurgles from them. For my part, I did my best to show appreciation for the acknowledgment and even managed to wave at him, earning a slightly shocked look from him. Though I didn't think he thought too much of it, since it was something that was fairly simple even for an infant to pick up or do by accident.
And then there was an another man or a boy, His name is Robin, looking to be in not older than 19 or so, though I would by no means call him decrepit., though his eyes were pale enough to appear nearly gray. His face was handsome yet scarred, making me think he had seen a lot in his years, the weight of which had formed what must have been boyish good looks into a mature -fox look. Though the walrus mustache he is making did kind of spoil that in my opinion. That and he was a bit on the heavier, but I guessed it was more a result of unhealthy eating or anything. Like every other, he usually wore some sort of leather armor, generally with silver and blue-white coloring.
Later I learned that he is the leader of the security guard of Madam Miranda's all other establishments.
He would be jovial enough when he came by, his serious expression softening when he peered into our cradles. And judging just from time spent with us, I would say that my looks had already taken the lead in stealing his heart.
I would love to call the FBI on the boy... but for now... I will just call my mom.
All in all, it seemed that my new family was well off, and my life would prove to be a privileged one, at least for now. Though I did keep that possibility that I had been born into a family of zealots or some dark cultists in the back of my head, ready for the day I woke up on a sacrificial table with a dagger raised above me.
Though the question remains as where hell is my or our father ? no the biggest question is who is he?
I had come to terms with my new life and relative helplessness, hoping that I would develop soon to a point in which I could start to move on my own. Though my attempts up to now had only resulted in a few pathetic kicks and clumsy push-ups.
Instead, I bided my time, simply waiting for my body to develop more. I had gotten a reputation for being an unusually quiet and cooperative baby, though my half brothers or cousins certainly was rambunctious enough for the all of us. Hopefully our caretakers would remember that come baby sacrifice day, if such a thing existed.
Then one day, My mom and their moms plucked us from our cradle and dressed us in an outfit of various colors (which I thought were frankly way too nice to waste on a baby), along with my other siblings/cousins before striding out of the room with other women's carrying their child in tow. As I had gotten used to simply going along with it, I simply looked around, drinking in the new sights.
This had been the furthest I had strayed from the nursery, so this was completely new territory. And at first, it was simply corridors, made from Red ish colored stone and woods, with sections of pale white. Through the window, I idly caught a glimpse of flashes of bright yellow and a familiar Red dragon. flapping at the tops of buildings in the distance. And it seemed that a lot of the buildings around used the same Red colored stone.
We stopped at the base of a large, building at the busy street, as something in the back of my mind itched. Like I had seen something that I recognized but couldn't recognize it.
And then it hit me, just as the doors opened to reveal a large hall of sorts.
So apparently lady Miranda's Twin Son have returned from the Riverland and 24 other Stormlander boys with them as well. Her Twin son are knighted by my father for their excellent performance in squires melee, Thus we are having a large celebration of sorts.
Wait....
did I forget something?
Nonoono nononon.... this is not happening.
And then it all clicked, every little detail that I had seen or heard fell into place and made sense. The three headed dragon flags, a medieval city besides the Sea, Knights and tourneys, The name of the kingdoms.
I .... I ...was in Westeros, from the goddamn book series. Right in the world of Game of Thrones or A Song of Ice and Fire, as a baby just before shit hit the fan.
Before the Roberts rebellion? War of the Five Kings, the Invasion of the Golden Company, and the new Long Night.
And it meant that I was probably going to die, painfully.
The Lannisters will sack the city or the mad king will burn it down.
'Well, I guess I could see if reincarnation would be as boring the next time.'
Though I wish I could have seen my father, and ask him why did he abandoned us?
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