Ozul Ashfall
Unknown POV.
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The first thing that ca into my vision was darkness... More precisely, it was just endless nothingness.
But what am I?
Why am I even thinking?
What is existence? And... why do I know of it?
Am I also that? Just nothingness? Nothingness with a conscience?
What do I know of existence? And why am I even curious?
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All kinds of thoughts ran through my mind. After a while, I decided to put the notions of ‘what am I?’ in the back of my mind. Trying to focus on the surroundings, I could only see the endless abyss.
In the end, I found... nothing. What can you even conclude out of pure emptiness? The only thing I could do was think and feel. And the only feeling I had was affection.
Yes, affection. Like so kind of ‘warmth’ spreading through as if the endless darkness was, but my extension.
That was all I could do. So like any other nothingness with a conscious. I decided to do... nothing. And nothing I did. And nothing pas... uh... the ti passed.
What felt like nothing or so I think passed, I begin to see the light. Sothing new. Sothing contradictory to ? I don’t know. But I do feel the warmth fading away now.
Monts later, I saw colors. Colors different from white or just black. Blurry, but colors nonetheless.
And then I started to see, hear, and sense all at the sa ti. Like the complete emptiness surrounding earlier was just an illusion. My vision got better in a matter of seconds.
I could see different people all gathered, looking down at . An old woman was holding with a terrified expression. How do I know she is old or if she is a woman at all? I don’t know... I don’t know, why I know so much.
Anyways, I turned a little to see a beautiful and lovely face looking at with eyes overflowing with love and a tinge of sadness.
Hmm... what is it that I am feeling? Warmth? Again? Just like the darkness surrounding . Or even more? I don’t know, but the pure bliss I am experiencing does not lose to it.
Maybe... no, She is definitely my mother. She just exudes the quintessence of pure love.
That may be the case, but why are people in the surrounding struck with panic on their faces?
Am I weird in so sort?
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Sylvia was delighted upon successful delivery. Even though they told her that they could save the baby at the expense of her life, she was worried about her unborn baby.
When she saw her baby boy in excellent health, she sighed in relief even though she was worried about why he didn’t cry yet.
But upon seeing the weird looks that the surrounding people were throwing at her baby, she took another look at him.
She was stunned at first, but what ca next was just insurmountable grief. Because she knew her baby boy could not live a simple life. He will suffer. And she won’t be there to help him, to be his only support.
Sylvia was a wise woman. She could already predict that he wouldn’t have a life in the Duke’s estate or any other place in this world for that matter.
She knew that these few monts were the only ti both the mother and son pair could be together. So she hurriedly took him in her arms from the midwife. Though the movent caused her pain, she endured for her child.
Sylvia looked at him. Specifically, his eyes. His eyes, like a bottomless abyss, showed intelligence far surpassing a baby’s. Sohow she knew that he was conscious of his surroundings.
She kept looking at him until tears started to form in her eyes, threatening to fall out any second.
Sylvia knew her ti was near as she was starting to feel drowsy.
A grief-stricken smile took place on her pale lips as she neared the boy’s face until her lips were caressing his forehead.
“... my boy..... I won’t be there for you..... please take care of yourself. Be yourself... my Ozul... Ozul Ashfall...” Only Ozul heard these sweet but sorrowful whispers. The last words Sylvia said before death embraced her.
Even in death, she kept the sa position, her body not willing to leave the child out of her care.
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