Chapter 2: Chapter 1: Rebirth
At first, there was only darkness—endless and absolute. Nothingness, where only peace and emptiness existed.
Then something squeezed him — like he was being pushed out of a wet tube. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t scream.
Before all this, his last memory was fire all around. Steel crashing down on him and screaming everywhere. His friend Jonas—
And lastly pain.
But now...he felt something different than pain.
Cold air slammed into his lungs. His chest rose with a wail that wasn’t his own.
Tiny limbs flailed around. His hands—were too small. His skin—was too soft. A voice — high and shrill that did not belong to him, yet came from him.
Panic drowned his thoughts.
"What the actuall hell is going on!?"
No...no no no, this couldn’t be right? An idea, but too absurd to be true.
His new eyes could barely see a blur of red hair. A woman’s face, glowing with tears. A man leaning close behind her, jaw dark with stubble, arms thick like a bear’s.
"It’s a boy, my boy." The man whispered, his voice rumbling with awe. "He’s strong, Saldia. Look at him haha."
The woman pressed her cheek to his, crying. "My Teclos..."
He couldn’t understand anything yet but he felt sure that it was his new name.
Not David.
Not the name his mother once whispered when he came home late from school.
His limbs were weak. His voice was trapped in baby screams. His old life — parents, brother, Jonas — was gone.
"This doesn’t make sense! This has to be a dream, right?" His thoughts were in disarray and panic.
But this wasn’t a dream.
After accepting that he had, in fact, been reborn, he tried to adapt to the absurdity of his new reality.
The first year was rough for David, controlling his emotions as a baby was a monumental task. Hell, he couldn’t even stop himself from exploding in his diaper, let alone his emotions.
Every sad thought? Tears
Every angry thought? More tears
And flexing muscles out of frustration? Well... let’s just say his new parents had a lot of cleaning to do.
"Seriously, how much shit can you produce from this tiny body, Teclos?"
Still, he did manage to get a little better by the time he turned one — at least somewhat.
Somewhere after that first year, between helpless naps and drool-covered cloths, David — now Teclos — began observing his surroundings instead of constantly crying.
The world was strange...it felt wrong.
If he could describe it, the sky was clearer somehow, more vivid. Trees shimmered faintly at night, glowing with a soft blue or green hue.
Even animals looked...different. Some birds for example had four wings, mice scurried by with three pairs of eyes.
Everything was strange
And then there were peopple... peopple could control the elements with a flick of their wrists or some sort of incantation.
The first time he saw it was through a window, in his new mothers arms.
He watched his new father, Talmir, raise his hand and the wind began to move.
Causing it to spin, like a vortex.
Nothing spectacular — just a breeze to lift the dried clothing in to the basket — but enough to shatter every law of physics David had known.
He was in a world of magic.
Fantasy stories he read had lied, he realized. There were no golden screens, no stats, no godly voices giving quests.
Just full diapers, confusion and trying not to lose his sanity by learning a new language.
There was also a bit of excitement ofcourse, magic...real magic that he — most likely —could learn. Because soon after his father, he saw other peopple perform magic in their daily lives as well.
At most evenings though, when the stars came out, and when it got dark, he was reminded of the past — of what he had lost...family, friends, heck there’s not even a TV anywhere. No technology — meaning a completley new world to adapt to.
It was still hard controling his emotions, so most of that time he still cried — silently — for his parents back on Earth. For Jonas. For Harold. For the ordinary life he’d thought was so dull.
But every time he cried, a pair of warm arms wrapped around him.
And because of that at the age of three, he opened up to "Mom" a bit more.
Her name was Saldia, and she was a warm and kind woman.
Fierce sometimes but also patient.
She taught Teclos with rough but warm hands and the ocasional sharp rebuke.
Most of her lessons would be new words, house work,herbs and ointments.
"Even thorns have uses," she’d say, pressing his fingers to a wild herb’s sharp leaves.
Startled he pulled his hand away, but there was no pain.
Saldia chuckled and said. "This one numbs pain. Remember that."
She spoke to him every day about different things, which was quite helpful for Teclos learning the language.
Saldia was also very beautiful, so thinking of his future he finnaly might have a shot at being called handsome and not just average.
When he turned three, she started teaching him a bit more — not just words.
For instance, she had him help grind powders for ointments or brew simple herbal teas.
He was clumsy at first, knocking over jars or droping spoons onto the ground, the typical small baby hands and poor coordination trouble.
"Dammit! These stupid hands!
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