Family

The piercing cries of a baby suddenly filled Yonah's ears the moment the blinding light covered every inch of his appearance. After a couple of seconds, the brightness disappeared and he is there, standing in the middle of a barren room.

The only thing in that entire room, aside from the cobwebs and the broken pieces of the wall was the single bundle of cloth and the cries of a baby coming from it. 

Sucking in a breath, Yonah walks over to the baby and stares at it, not even bothering to bend down and make sure it is alright. 

I do not have many memories of my past life. To be honest, I could care less about it too. My past life is in the past, it should not matter at all and I never hoped to be able to remember anything related to it. 

Does that sound a little vain? Because I had the privilege of becoming one of the Deities after my death? I suppose that I do sound a little proud but that does not mean too much to me.