Realizations

Being a baby is not exciting, not in the slightest. The only things babies can do is drink, cry, piss and shit.

Kind of humiliating if you had lived to see adulthood in your past live, and remembered it all.

Drinking milk from such beautiful boobs was just a weird experience in general, after all, my body couldn't express sexual desire, not that i would, she's my mother for fuck sake.

My first four months of this new life were just it, when i wanted to drink milk i cried, when i pissed i cried, when i shitted i cried, rinse and repeat for months and you got a pretty humiliated guy.

After all that time boredom had come to my heart and mind, so i started trying to get up as fast as possible, but walking with four months of life? kinda of impossible, for a human that is.

Crawling was my first objetive on this life, so strength in the body is needed, this is were my training montage begin.

Wake up everyday at eight in the morning, crie, have the diaper switched, drink milk(weird), then trying to make my body move with only underdeveloped legs and arms and you just got yourself a pretty funny scene, or at least that's what my mother's laugh made me think.

Talking of mother, that situation still weird, a new mom, a new person to love, despite the fact that i already had a mother.

I didn't let this thought cross my mind for too much time, what's in the past stays in the past, move forward and don't look back, looking to the past will only make for more sadness.

At seven months i started to crawl, and let me say that a mother enthusiasm is not small game, she was all over the place calling me so i could crawl to her, and each time i did she almost fainted.

Crawl i could and crawl i did, every centimeter of the house was fully explored not only by my curious hands but also my tongue, i licked almost anything i could get a hold on.

I even cut myself in a very sharp dagger that mom had hidden in a drawer, she was not happy about it. Didn't let me leave my bedroom for a week, i was a pretty sad baby during that time.

The most interesting thing i found was in the garden, there was scriptures in the ground, it looked like they're carved with a hot blade, as there still black marks of burn around the white stone.

While looking to the giant palace with the giant roaming stones, realization settled, it was not something made with science, but with magic.

The weird things i see mom perform at home, like making my toys fluctuate, things that i was ignoring because of fear, because every conception i had about the world would break if i accepted this thing.

Why is getting hard to breathe?

Why my face is wet? it's not raining.

Oh.... I'm crying..... I the guy who lived two lives is fucking crying.

I thought that by ignoring it the danger will never come, what can stops a magical assassin to enter this house and kill me and my mother? Nothing

Modern times was safe. Ancient magic civilizations is not. There's nothing stopping the magic guy from destroying a city, nothing.

How utterly pathetic i am, when my petty little confidence is shattered, crying is all i can do.

I stopped thinking for a moment, maybe when i come back the world will make sense again.

I returned only when delicate hands come to pick me up, when the comforting arms of my mother enveloped me, and she started humming me to calmness.

"Fani, why are you crying? Something hut you?

Did you fall? I don't see any bruise and you just finished eating, so my little blessing why are you crying?" Mom asked me, she was looking at me for every direction possible, checking for any minor injury....She was being motherly, it reminded me of her.

"Don't cry my baby, if something tries to hurt you, i guarantee that i will protect you with all my might, so don't cry for nothing, strong boys like you can't cry" These damn words are the same, i heard it before, but it was with a blonde woman, they kinda look similar.

But i guess she's right, while she is with me, nothing can get close, so i will just relax for a little.

I wanted to comfort her, and thus a word come forth as i tried to embrace her.

"Mom"

"What, what, what, I'm not prepared my blessing, you can't do this with your mom, she's not strong enough to face this words without panicking, ooooooh but she's so happy too, your first words was for me, ooooooooh I'm so happy i could just die. Say it again Fani, go ahead say it for mom"

She was so happy that she's started to stutter, I'm happy too, having a mother like that is just a blessing, being free to appreciate this moment with her is more than i could ever ask.

Doesn't matter if it is a science or magic world, danger exists in both. The same way a guy can drop a meteor in the city, a president can drop a nuke, not many differences between them.

Guess it's time to work out, when danger come i will at least be a little prepared.