Chapter 1 – Awakening
<span style="font-weight:400">A sea of stars shed past my vision, transforming into a hazy symphony of colours, only to be abruptly reced by a blinding light that forced my eyes shut.
<span style="font-weight:400">What… what was happening?
<span style="font-weight:400">Finding sce in thefortable darkness, a cascade of memories began to flow through my mind.
<span style="font-weight:400">Memories… that I didn’t exactly remember.
<span style="font-weight:400">A woman’s cheerful voice.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Peek-a-boo! Ah! There’s that cute smile, ******!’
<span style="font-weight:400">A young boy’s cry.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Pass the ball, ******!’
<span style="font-weight:400">An old man’s echoing speech.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Pleasee to the stage to receive your diploma, ****** ****.’
<span style="font-weight:400">A childish girl’s pleading.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Come y with me, Big Brother!’
<span style="font-weight:400">I was confused, but at the same time… tranquil.
<span style="font-weight:400">As if I was too tired to think about what exactly was happening.
<span style="font-weight:400">The myriad of memories and confusion died down as the moments passed, before I was then abruptly awakened from my state of peace by pain.
<span style="font-weight:400">Blinding, itching pain.
<span style="font-weight:400">Every portion of my skin stung as if it were on fire, causing me to cry out in anguish.
<span style="font-weight:400">But for some reason… it was muffled.
<span style="font-weight:400">Distorted, as if my ears were clogged with water.
<span style="font-weight:400">But slowly, the world around me started to be clearer.
<span style="font-weight:400">The pain throughout my body subsided, and my hearing was free to listen in on the silent surroundings.
<span style="font-weight:400">Well… I could faintly hear the crackling of a firece, so it wasn’tplete silence, but it was still quiet.
<span style="font-weight:400">With the rustic background noise calming my senses, I eventually felt the need to open my eyes once again.
<span style="font-weight:400">So, slowly, I lifted my eyelids.
<span style="font-weight:400">There was no ring brightness, but weirdly enough… it took much more effort than I thought it would.
<span style="font-weight:400">And what greeted me was the scene of… blurriness.
<span style="font-weight:400">That was a bit disappointing.
<span style="font-weight:400">But as time passed, my vision slowly became clearer, revealing the scene of a rustic wooden ceiling, with a singr beam running through the roof.
<span style="font-weight:400">Weird… this was all very weird.
<span style="font-weight:400">That ceiling… it felt so far away.
<span style="font-weight:400">Raising my hand, I tried to reach toward the wooden beam, but… my hands… they were so very small and… pudgy.
<span style="font-weight:400">Like a baby’s.
<span style="font-weight:400">Huh?
<span style="font-weight:400">“…Gah?”
<span style="font-weight:400">…What?
<span style="font-weight:400">Was that… my voice?
<span style="font-weight:400">Huuuh!?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Gbaa?”
<span style="font-weight:400">W-What the!?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Gubfaaa!”
<span style="font-weight:400">I… I was a baby?
<span style="font-weight:400">Why was I a baby?
<span style="font-weight:400">No… why did that feel strange?
<span style="font-weight:400">Why did that feel wrong?
<span style="font-weight:400">Who… who was I?
<span style="font-weight:400">Where am I?
<span style="font-weight:400">I can’t… I can’t remember, but it feels like I’m missing something.
<span style="font-weight:400">A piece of me just… wasn’t there.
<span style="font-weight:400">Shocked and confused by everything, a face then suddenly appeared in my vision.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was a woman.
<span style="font-weight:400">A pretty woman.
<span style="font-weight:400">She had light blonde hair that was tied into a braid that rested over her shoulder, and her eyes were a deep beautiful brown that matched perfectly with her cute yet mature face.
<span style="font-weight:400">If I were to guess, she looked to be in her mid-20s.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh myraha? Dukara neexi malkalith?” the pretty woman said before lifting me into her arms.
<span style="font-weight:400">She smiled at me, her pale face filled with love as her hand slowly caressed my cheek.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Du rxa arata striti, Leon,” she said, her breath hitching at the end.
<span style="font-weight:400">Was this… my mother?
<span style="font-weight:400">That’s… only natural, I suppose.
<span style="font-weight:400">My mother then lowered her shirt, revealing her bare breast, before gently cing my face next to it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Dirkadica. Groavin elixia, Leon.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I… couldn’t understand what she was saying, but I think I got the point.
<span style="font-weight:400">Besides, my stomach was beginning to churn in hunger.
<span style="font-weight:400">But for some reason… even though it was normal for a baby, it felt pretty embarrassing to do this.
<span style="font-weight:400">But I still needed to eat.
<span style="font-weight:400">As soon as Itched on, I let the natural process take its course as my head became groggier with each passing second, inching me closer to the embrace of unconsciousness yet again.
<span style="font-weight:400">And that was how I spent my first day in the world.
<span style="font-weight:400">— Information on the Six-Faced World —
<b><i>Geography of the Central Continent</i></b>
<b>Red Dragon Mountains:</b><span style="font-weight:400"> Arge chain of mountains and hills that runs across and down the Central continent, separating thend into three parts: the North, the West, and the South.
<b>North:</b><span style="font-weight:400"> A cold region that receives heavy snowfall and has mostly infertile soil, leading to the majority of the nations being weak and poor. Notable locations within this region include the three Magic Nations, the Sword Sanctum, and the Kingdom of Biheiril.
<b>West:</b><span style="font-weight:400"> A prosperous region with a temperate climate, fertile ins, and rivers, making the Kingdom of Asura, the only nation in this region, the richest kingdom in the world.
<b>South:</b><span style="font-weight:400"> A fairly fertile region, with numerous rivers andkes along with vast ins and forests, which are divided by the Dragon King mountain range which runs vertically down the region. Notable locations within this region include the Strife Zone, the Dragon King Kingdom, and the Shirone Kingdom.
<span style="font-weight:400">— Leon —
<span style="font-weight:400">It had been a month since I had been born.
<span style="font-weight:400">Or at least… I think so.
<span style="font-weight:400">Time was weird as an infant.
<span style="font-weight:400">Not only was my perception of time off, but I was also gued with the constant need to nap, which further messed with things.
<span style="font-weight:400">And that wasn’t even mentioning how I could only guess the time of day from the light streaming through the doorway, as we didn’t have any windows in our humble abode.
<span style="font-weight:400">Regardless, my perception of time didn’t really matter, as instead, this was a period of self-reflection, and a period to figure out what was going on with this life of mine.
<span style="font-weight:400">First… my name.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was Leon.
<span style="font-weight:400">Leon… just Leon.
<span style="font-weight:400">I guess there was no concept of st names’ here, or at least for someone of my ss.
<span style="font-weight:400">As for how I could infer all that… well, that had more to do with the self-reflection part.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was knowledgeable.
<span style="font-weight:400">I… knew things.
<span style="font-weight:400">Things that I shouldn’t, and things without any memories to back up the knowledge.
<span style="font-weight:400">For instance, I knew that 5 times 5 equals 25, without remembering where I knew that from.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was just… there.
<span style="font-weight:400">As were all the other pieces of my knowledge.
<span style="font-weight:400">How I knew I was a baby, how I knew that most babies weren’t like me, how I knew what ‘windows’ and ‘time’ were… yeah.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was odd, to say the least.
<span style="font-weight:400">Then, there was my living situation.
<span style="font-weight:400">I, or rather, my mother, was… poor.
<span style="font-weight:400">This was likely because my father was absent, which was either due to him leaving my mother on his own ord, or, considering the medieval technology, him simply dying.
<span style="font-weight:400">Perhaps he was sent off to war?
<span style="font-weight:400">Or maybe it could even be something a little more… exciting.
<span style="font-weight:400">Like a prince falling in love with a humble vige girl and distancing himself from the bastard child.
<span style="font-weight:400">I knew my mother had the looks for it, at least.
<span style="font-weight:400">But anyway, like I had noted, this ce was a medieval society, and my mother and I lived in a small house that didn’t even have separate rooms.
<span style="font-weight:400">Luckily for her, I didn’t cry unless I was extremely hungry or needed to be changed, so I wasn’t disturbing her sleep despite the cramped living situation.
<span style="font-weight:400">And that brought me to thest thing… my mother.
<span style="font-weight:400">She was pretty, but other than that, she wasn’t particrly special.
<span style="font-weight:400">Other than the loving care she gave me, of course.
<span style="font-weight:400">That was very special, at least to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">While I had yet to learn her name, my mother worked as a humble basket weaver, which seemed to make enough for the bare essentials.
<span style="font-weight:400">She was a kind mother, if a little clumsy, and talked to me as much as she could, which was a great way for me to get used to thenguage.
<span style="font-weight:400">I also talked back to her when I could, although I was confined to babbles and gurgles.
<span style="font-weight:400">But it seemed to make my mom a little happier whenever I tried, and my artiction was slowly improving with the practice, so it was worth it.
<span style="font-weight:400">Despite her constant conversations, without any reference for most words and phrases, I still needed some time before I could be fluent in thenguage, but at least I now knew some things that weremonly spoken to me, such as ‘milk’ and ‘feed’.
<span style="font-weight:400">Anyway, while I was curious about the outside world, for the moment, I was still confined to my crib, and thus, I passed the time by slowly growing my motor skills and vocabry.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was quite boring, to say the least.
<span style="font-weight:400">Like this, another two months passed.
<span style="font-weight:400">Though again, that was just by my estimation.
<span style="font-weight:400">And in these two months, things had… mostly stayed the same, at least for our general situation.
<span style="font-weight:400">But I could move now!
<span style="font-weight:400">I was sure that this was odd for such a young baby, and from the surprised face my mother showed when I first started crawling around, my suspicions were confirmed.
<span style="font-weight:400">I guess I was a bit more advanced, then.
<span style="font-weight:400">Hmm… I wonder if me beingpletely conscious changed things, or perhaps I was just… built differently.
<span style="font-weight:400">But either way, life seemed much less boring now that I could explore the house, as small as it was.
<span style="font-weight:400">Unfortunately, I was still too short to reach the door handle, so I wasn’t able to go any further.
<span style="font-weight:400">And that wasn’t all!
<span style="font-weight:400">“Honestly, Leon. I don’t know why you want to go outside so bad.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I could understand my mother!
<span style="font-weight:400">Of course, I still had trouble with vocabry, and my vocal cords weren’t developed enough to respond, but it was progress!
<span style="font-weight:400">Picking me up, my still-unnamed mother then rested me on herp as I let her hands brush through my silky smooth hair.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s a bad omen for kids to go outside before their first year, you know!” she scolded me with a pout, gently poking my nose with her finger.
<span style="font-weight:400">Agh! That ticked! Stop it, mother!
<span style="font-weight:400">But yes… that was the main reason I wasn’t allowed past that dreaded door, even though I often sat myself in front of it, begging my mother with my eyes to let me out.
<span style="font-weight:400">A ‘bad omen’.
<span style="font-weight:400">I could only assume it was due to environmental concerns, as newborns were terrible at regting body temperature, or maybe they were worried about infection and disease.
<span style="font-weight:400">I wonder if this was a custom of this particr ce, or if it was somethingmon amongst this entire world.
<span style="font-weight:400">Ah, and that’s another thing that I learned.
<span style="font-weight:400">The ‘ce’ that I lived in… it was a vige.
<span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t know the name, of course, but I knew that it was quite small, and my mother was only able to make a living by selling her wares to passing merchants who also just so happened to be the only people other than my mother that I had ever seen.
<span style="font-weight:400">And today, or rather, tonight, judging by theck of light peering through the door, was just like any other.
<span style="font-weight:400">Mom made her baskets while talking to me, I listened absentmindedly, and then I crawled around until I either tired myself out, or was picked up and ced in my mother''sp like now.
<span style="font-weight:400">Such was life.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… are you hungry, Leon? It is about time for bed, isn’t it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uhn!”
<span style="font-weight:400">I was getting a little hungry, even though I didn’t show it.
<span style="font-weight:400">I guess this was a mother’s intuition, or something simr.
<span style="font-weight:400">With her readjusting her dress, I prepared myself for the meal.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… I wonder why you always close your eyes before feeding,” she said curiously.
<span style="font-weight:400">Because it’s embarrassing enough!
<span style="font-weight:400">But… just as I was about totch onto her breast, I heard amotion from outside.
<span style="font-weight:400">The sounds from outside were usually quiet.
<span style="font-weight:400">The odd carriage rumbling by, the sounds of people talking as they walked, the sound of children running past… those sorts of things.
<span style="font-weight:400">But this… this was different.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was yelling.
<span style="font-weight:400">Screams of pain. The sounds of shing des. The crackling of fire.
<span style="font-weight:400">The sound of chaos.
<span style="font-weight:400">W-What? What was happening?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Bandits?” my mother said breathlessly, her voice trembling slightly.
<span style="font-weight:400">Feeling my mother’s hand squeeze harder around me, I looked up and saw that she was wearing an irregrly serious expression, her face quickly turning pale.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Leon. Y-You have to be quiet, alright? Be quiet for Mom, please,” she pleaded, looking down at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">Before I could respond, she picked me up and carried me over to the bin of discarded basket materials before cing me inside, hastily covering the top of my head with straw.
<span style="font-weight:400">“J-Just stay there, okay? And don’te out, no matter what,” she said with a fake smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her voice… it was panicked.
<span style="font-weight:400">Laced in fear and anxiousness.
<span style="font-weight:400">“O-Okay, let’s do this, Alice. Just like Mama taught you,” she murmured to herself as she walked to the front of the doorway.
<span style="font-weight:400">So my mother’s name was Alice… No!
<span style="font-weight:400">Now was not the time to be thinking of such things!
<span style="font-weight:400">My mother then slowly undid her shirt, revealing some of her cleavage, before she then collected her hair into a ponytail that rested over her shoulder.
<span style="font-weight:400">“A-Appear good enough to be used, but not taken. C-Come on, Alice. L-Leon still needs his mother,” she told herself.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Good enough to be used’…?
<span style="font-weight:400">No… why would-
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Crash!</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">The door burst into splinters as a woman, with arge scar across her face that matched her rugged appearance, entered the room.
<span style="font-weight:400">My mother’s face paled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oya? What’s this? Some harlot’s living in a little vige like this?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Resting a sword on her shoulder, I noticed that the tip of it was stained red, and from the smell, I knew that it was blood.
<span style="font-weight:400">That… wasn’t good.
<span style="font-weight:400">It wasn’t good at all.
<span style="font-weight:400">This… this woman was a bandit, wasn’t she?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm…” the bandit says, her eyes narrowed. “You’re good enough to sell high, too. As long as we find a good buyer, that is…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“N-No…” my mother shouted, stepping backward. “Get away!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh yes!” the woman sneers. “Nowe here! Don’t struggle!”
<span style="font-weight:400">The bandit then tapped the tip of her sword against the ground in front of her.
<span style="font-weight:400">W-What do I do?
<span style="font-weight:400">No… I can’t do anything, I know this.
<span style="font-weight:400">But… it felt wrong, to just sit here like this.
<span style="font-weight:400">My mother then cast her gaze my way, her eyes meeting mine before they narrowed in resolve.
<span style="font-weight:400">What… what was with that look?
<span style="font-weight:400">“A-All right. I’ll… I’ll go with you…” she says through gritted teeth.
<span style="font-weight:400">Not wanting to betray my mother’s trust, I held my breath despite the sickening feeling as she stepped closer and closer to the bandit, the sounds of a violent rampage increasing in the background.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s it~ Be a good girl and who knows? The client might just use you as a pretty face,” the bandit woman said with a sneer.
<span style="font-weight:400">I watched as my mother slowly crouched in front of the bandit while her hand slowly reached toward the back of her leg, where her carving knife was strapped, hidden from the bandit’s view.
<span style="font-weight:400">Don’t tell me…
<span style="font-weight:400">N-No!
<span style="font-weight:400">My mother wasn’t a fighter!
<span style="font-weight:400">D-Distraction!
<span style="font-weight:400">“G-Gah!” I shouted.
<span style="font-weight:400">The bandit’s eyes instantly darted toward me, her pupils narrowing as soon as she set her sights on me, as I began to feel an inexplicable pressure descend on my very being.
<span style="font-weight:400">I-Is this how a rabbit feels in front of a lion?
<span style="font-weight:400">The feeling of being prey.
<span style="font-weight:400">My breath hitched and my pulse quickened.
<span style="font-weight:400">My heartbeat… it was too loud.
<span style="font-weight:400">The very fabric of the air seemed stifling.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s this? A little brat- Ack!?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She’s cut off as my mother’s knife descended toward the bandit''s neck, but befitting the instincts of a fighter, she dodged out of the way just in time, the de lodging into the bandit’s shoulder instead.
<span style="font-weight:400">No…
<span style="font-weight:400">Time seemed toe to a stop once again as the bandit slowly pulled out the de, the blood dripping onto the wooden floor being the only sound in the otherwise silent room.
<span style="font-weight:400">“…You… just did that… didn’t you?” the bandit said.
<span style="font-weight:400">I felt the crushing pressure of her presence dissipate, but for some reason… that didn’t make me feel any more relieved.
<span style="font-weight:400">No… in fact… it only made me more nervous.
<span style="font-weight:400">I feel my hands shake.
<span style="font-weight:400">No… my entire body was shaking.
<span style="font-weight:400">Trembling in fear as my mother took a hesitant step back, turning toward me with a desperate expression.
<span style="font-weight:400">“L-Leon! R-Run- Gah-!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Blood sttered across the floor as the bandit’s sword ran through my mother’s chest.
<span style="font-weight:400">…
<span style="font-weight:400">“Who’s running where, huh!? Dammit. Now Hector will be on my ass for needing his damn healing magic,” the bandit says, spitting on the ground as she ced a hand over her wounded shoulder.
<span style="font-weight:400">I couldn’t think.
<span style="font-weight:400">My mind was nk.
<span style="font-weight:400">The distant sounds fading into the background as I looked at my mother in horror.
<span style="font-weight:400">She had fallen to her knees, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth as she then dropped to the floor.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Anyway… so you had a brat, did ya? Too bad Daddy isn’t around, or you might’ve gotten away. Anyway, let’s have a little look-see.”
<span style="font-weight:400">My connection to the world waspletely detached, so much so that I didn’t even register the feeling of being picked up and held by the scruff of my neck.
<span style="font-weight:400">“A quiet brat, aren’t you? Must be scared shitless, eh?”
<span style="font-weight:400">My mother… who I had only just learned the name of… she was bleeding.
<span style="font-weight:400">Bleeding a dangerous amount of blood, so much that there was already a puddle that was growingrger with each passing second.
<span style="font-weight:400">The scent of copper was overwhelming, to the point that I doubt I would ever forget it.
<span style="font-weight:400">No… Mom… please!
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haa… boring~ Well, it’s not like anyone could take care of you now anyway, so consider this a small mercy on my part. Better than starving to death, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">My eyes slowly drifted over to the voice as the bandit slowly pulled out a dagger.
<span style="font-weight:400">I felt the tip press against my throat, but despite my life being in imminent danger… I couldn’t find myself any room to care.
<span style="font-weight:400">Mom… Mom!
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry kid-”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her words were cut off as a sh of white crosses my vision, apanied by the sound of howling wind and a distant boom.
<span style="font-weight:400">Blood sttered onto my face, and I watched as the arm which was holding me flew through the air, followed by the head of the bandit.
<span style="font-weight:400">Huh?
<span style="font-weight:400">After a moment of slight vertigo while falling, I felt my body get caught by another set of arms.
<span style="font-weight:400">This time, however, it was much warmer… and much gentler.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Tch. Zenith! Get over here!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Flinching at the volume, I turned my head up to see the source of the noise.
<span style="font-weight:400">There was a woman.
<span style="font-weight:400">A very muscr woman, with nothing covering her chest but a singr strap of fabric.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her body was littered with scars, and her face, paired with an eye patch, gave off the feeling of a delinquent, but she didn’t feel very scary to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">But what was most shocking was the pair of grey ears poking out of her matching mane of grey hair.
<span style="font-weight:400">Animal ears.
<span style="font-weight:400">…No, the time for such questions cameter.
<span style="font-weight:400">For now-
<span style="font-weight:400">“Gah! Ungaa!” I shouted, reaching my arms out toward my dying mother.
<span style="font-weight:400">The woman, my saviour, seemed to get the point as she slowly lowered me to the ground.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ghiine! It’s terrible! What’s-? Oh, my!”
<span style="font-weight:400">The entrance of yet another woman entered through one ear and out the other as I reached out to my mother’s hands, barely having the motor skills and strength to grasp onto the cuff of her shirt.
<span style="font-weight:400">The new woman, or rather, the girl, then knelt across from me, putting her hands over the wound of my mother’s that was gushing blood.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Oh merciful mother of gods, please heal this one’s wounds, and let him recover with a healthy body - X-Healing</i><span style="font-weight:400">!” she chanted resolutely.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her hands were then set alight in a green glow, but despite yet another mystical phenomenon, I was too focused on my mother, whose face was paling further with each passing moment.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I-It’s not working! It’s too deep! I-It needs advanced rank at least!” the girl said tearfully.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Kach! L-Leon!” my mother sputtered, turning her head toward me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“G-Gah,” I said back.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Leon…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her hand then reached up and gently caressed my cheek, and as if casting a spell, the fog that had been clouding my mind cleared, giving way to a flood of memories.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Leon! You’re crawling! Uuu~ Mom’s so proud!’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘What are you doing, closing your eyes like that? Silly boy. Here, drink!’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Hm? Outside? Leon, you know you can’t go out there! Here,e sit with me instead. I’ll tell you a nice story.’
<span style="font-weight:400">Ahh!
<span style="font-weight:400">Mom!
<span style="font-weight:400">I grasped the frail hand that rested against my cheek in a feeble attempt to keep the only ally in this life, my only family, anchored to the world of the living.
<span style="font-weight:400">D-Don’t, Mom!
<span style="font-weight:400">Please don’t leave me!
<span style="font-weight:400">But despite my internal pleas, her vibrant eyes were turning more distant as they began watering with tears, just as mine were.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Leon…” she rasped.
<span style="font-weight:400">I… didn’t want it to end like this.
<span style="font-weight:400">So, feeling my throat tighten, I clenched my hand that was holding hers and tried to give her onest way to show my feelings.
<span style="font-weight:400">My feelings that she was a good mother.
<span style="font-weight:400">I wanted to show her that despite the short time we spent together… I loved her.
<span style="font-weight:400">She gave me so much love, and was the only source of warmth in my world.
<span style="font-weight:400">She hugged me when I was cold, fed me when I was hungry, rocked me when I was tired…
<span style="font-weight:400">So please!
<span style="font-weight:400">These important feelings of mine… get through to her!
<span style="font-weight:400">“G-Gam. B-Baba. M… M-Mama.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I did it.
<span style="font-weight:400">Finally, I was able to utter my first word.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was able to show how much I loved her.
<span style="font-weight:400">Still, despite the celebratory achievement, there were no cheers to be had.
<span style="font-weight:400">Instead, only a solemn atmosphere of loss was present.
<span style="font-weight:400">My mother’s eyes turned teary as she gave me a sweet, proud smile before turning to the girl whose hands had glowed a moment before.
<span style="font-weight:400">“G-Girl,” she choked, a bit of blood dribbling out of her mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Y-Yes?” the girl responded.
<span style="font-weight:400">Taking a shaky breath, my mother continued, “P-Please… take care of my son. P… Please…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her words trailed off as she watched the girl nod her head.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I-I will! Absolutely! I-”
<span style="font-weight:400">The girl stopped herself as she noticed the state of my mother, her hand quickly reaching to cover her mouth as tears threatened to escape the corner of her eyes.
<span style="font-weight:400">I felt the hand I was holding tighten as my mother’s head fell to the side, eyes devoid of life, but a calm smile present on her face.
<span style="font-weight:400">Then, as if a string had snapped, the emotions I had been holding back came flooding into me like a churning cascade, leaving me with no other way to release this pressure than to wail in grief.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uuu… Uwaa!” I cried.
<span style="font-weight:400">Everything seemed like a blur after that, but I do remember getting picked up by that glowing girl, and my cries being muffled into her chest as she held me close, gently rocking my body in an attempt to calm me.
<span style="font-weight:400">But this pain couldn’t be calmed that simply.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was then taken out of the house, briefly witnessing the devastating scenery that was my vige through my eyes that were blurred with tears.
<span style="font-weight:400">But not long after, I tired myself out from crying and found myself weing the embrace of sleep to end the day that felt like a nightmare.
<span style="font-weight:400">A terrible, horrible nightmare.
<span style="font-weight:400">But despite my wishes, it was reality.
<span style="font-weight:400">And so, after three short months in this world, I had lost the only family and home I had.
<span style="font-weight:400">But at the same time, while I didn’t know it yet, I had gained a new one as well.