A New Life?

Edward was dead and gone forever... At least that's what he thought.

#"It's a boy, it's a boy, Thank the gods."# (# shows words that Edward can't understand.)

#"Praise be the gods, they have blessed us with a male child."#

'what is this language? It sounds like chinese.'

Edward had died and now he was hearing a language that sounded much like chinese, he was confused. Thinking that he had maybe regained consciousness in a hospital.

'was I taken to a hospital in china? No it's not possible, my body got... divided, I saw my own legs get chopped apart- Then is this the after life?' He kept pondering.

His eyes were closed. He tried to open his eyes to look around, he wanted to see what heaven was like, he had heard many good things about it, although he didn't believe in it himself. But how would he go to heaven? He was not a good person, he killed his father.

When he opened his eyes, What he saw shocked him.

'what are these giant hands? Where am I? This can't be heaven! It smells shit around here.' He was bewildered, he saw giant human like hands trying to touch him and the environment he was at was dark and gloomy and smelled like feces and urine. He was the one smelling but he didn't know this.

'wait, isn't that a woman?' He said to himself as he saw the face of the person carrying him. She was the midwife.

The other women in the room wore maid uniforms, black gowns underneath and white gowns untop like something you'd see on a cosplayer, but they were more raggedy and looked more used.

Edward was looking around the room, trying to process the information he just took in.

'why are these giants all dressed like they're acting a medieval play? Or are we in a fare? It can't be, this room is too dark and gloomy to be a fare. And something doesn't feel right, why can't I talk? Even when I try hard my mouth just doesn't seem to move.'

He gave up trying to speak and turned his attention to the one maid who seemed to be the midwife, she held him as he was limp on her arms, he furrowed his brows to look at her face, she was definitely human not a giant.

He looked at himself, glancing at his small legs and hands and body.

'I'm- I'm a baby?!' He finally came to a realization. He was shocked, more shocked than when Marcelle had told him that he was her first love, more shocked than when his father had died while saving him.

#"but why isn't he crying? Aren't babies supposed to cry as soon as their birthed?"# one maid pointed out, she found it odd that Edward was just limp on the midwife's arm without making any sort of noise whatsoever.

#"she's right. Or Is he a still baby?"# Another maid supported.

#"lord Alex isn't gonna be happy if he hears that."#

The midwife was cleaning of the blood on Edward with a wet towel and an annoyed expression on her face. They were just assuming things without even knowing.

#"He's not a still baby. You shut up. He's alive and breathing. Lord Alex was like that too when he was a newborn, it's a Flameworth thing."# She said, her tone mixed with annoyance, she just wanted to clean the blood and feces and urine off of Edward and continue her business, she was forced to help with the labour process because she was the only one with experience as a midwife in the household.

#"How do we tell Lord Alex that lady Kila passed away while birthing the young master?"# The one annoying maid asked the midwife.

#"He didn't about her when she was pregnant, do you think he'll care if she's dead? She was just a servant anyways."# The midwife responded to the annoying question, she quickly wrapped Edward in a of warm cloth as there was no blanket.

While they were talking, Edward was in deep thought. He couldn't understand anything they were saying. But he finally came to a conclusion.

'i'm going to go find Marcelle as soon as I get a little bigger, then I'll tell her that I never left her. That I'm still here, her love'

'But she might get scared. To avoid scaring her with the fact that I'm still alive, I'll act like a homeless kid. Marcelle loves kids, she can't stand the sight of one suffering alone. Then I can be by her side and comfort her, even if I have to abandon my identity as Edward.'

'But first I need to get away from here, I don't know who these people are but I'll bare with them for a few years and run away. I need to be with Marcelle. I am thankful for the blessing of this second life

'If there is a god out there. I promise I won't kill whoever my father is in this life.' The first thing he thought of once he realized that he was given a new life was a way to go back to Marcelle. He was in the middle of thinking when the room door opened abruptly.

#"Ugh! I hate the smell of this place!"# a bratty kid walked in with an air of mischievousness surrounding him. He was dressed in fine leather jacket and a short with boots, a medieval dressing. One that the nobles in England of old would wear.

All the maids and the midwife bowed down to greet him as soon as he stepped in. The fear on their faces when they heard his voice couldn't be missed.

He motioned from the door towards the direction where Edward was on the ground wrapped in warm cloth. His expression, that of curiosity, he had an evil smile that went ear to ear on his face.

He looked at Edward like he was his toy that had finally arrived.

"So... This is the new Flameworth? The child of that Maid whore who slept with my father? It's a boy. Perfect!" He leaned down and looked directly into the eyes of Edward who was on the ground.

"But- are you all sure he's a Flameworth? He has black hair." He turned to focus his gaze on the midwife who was standing at his back trying to at least prevent any danger or harm from that the young master might bring to Edward.

"I can assure you, Young master James, He's a Flameworth. Although he's hair isn't red, His eyes carry the thick, red colour of a Flameworth." The midwife curtsied as she said this, choosing her words carefully to avoid pissing of the young master who was notorious for being a tyrant. She didn't want to get roasted alive.

"Hmmm, you are right. He does have red eyes." He turned to look directly at Edward's eyes again. This time, his eyes glowed dangerously "Hello kid, I'm your big brother. Your step brother, we're going to be having a loooot of fun when you grow older hahahahaha" As the sound of his laughter filled the air. The maids were frozen in fear. None of them dared raise their heads up, The midwife was no exception.

Edward felt something from inside his body vibrate. He was shaking, it came from inside of him, like a force had compelled him to fear. His body was afraid, he didn't even know when he pissed himself. But his matured mind remained steady.

'what was that? This brat's eyes gave off a strange and eery feeling that made this body piss itself, I do not understand a thing he's saying but that laugh was the scariest thing I've ever heard and I've heard a lot of scary things in my life. Just what is going on?'

Edward found himself confused, but his confusion didn't last long as he felt himself getting more and more drowsy.

'why do I feel soo... sle- ' He fell asleep, he was a newborn baby who had been exposed to raw energy.

"Well that was fun." The bratty kid said as he stood up, tucking his hands in the pocket of his leather jacket. "I'll be on my way now." He paced slowly towards the door.

"Make sure to dispose the mother's dead body properly... And next time- don't make them have a labour in an old, abandoned storage room." He gave the midwife one final glance as he walked out of the door. The kid was scary to the core, he didn't even act like a kid.

The midwife nodded her head "yes, Young Master James." And he left.