I don't remember. No, that was an understatement. I barely remembered anything. But here I was born into a world where I had no idea who I was, or where I was.
"I told you it'd be a boy!" A man chirped happily, to which I could only think that he was my father. He smiled ever so brightly, dazzling even the brightest sun at peak hour I'd say. He had blue eyes and dirty brownish-redish hair, that needed a scrub. His ocean eyes, I could tell, could instantly liven up a room. Though he did have ragged clothing, that was torn into bits and pieces. Nonetheless, a good-looking
man who appeared to be modest. .. Well I hope at least.
Was hygiene not a part of this world?
Oh, never mind we were just poor. Silly me.
"Can you say, Mummy?"
What was the angelic voice I had just heard?
I did my best to turn my head around, I'd be that I was a baby, and it felt like it took years to turn around.
But it was so definitely worth it. I wasn't quite sure if babies could have their jaw drop because if they did, Id be the first baby to do so. If I didn't know any better, I would've thought that she was a princess. Her looks could make someone fall in love in an
instant.
I looked at my mum. I looked at my dad. I looked at my mum. I looked at my dad.
How in the world did he ever bag someone like her?
But what was more interesting, was that my mum didn't entirely look human. For starters, her ears were a bit pointer than normal human ears, and her hair was that of silver.
Was I going to have silver hair?
The other thing I noticed was that we weren't really at a hospital of any sort, but rather we were most likely at our home.
Our home wasn't that much, it'd look more like a cabin, and there was no doctor to be in sight.
Wait.
Don't tell me my dad was the one who did the
procedure. I was going to faint at this very moment.
Now, where was I?
Oh yes! I barely remembered anything, but except for the fact that I was Prince. My name was Roland in my previous life, on a place called Earth. But how did I die? If I could recall I was only 14 at the time but I think I must have been poisoned or something along
those lines. It was not a fun death at all.
Was I mad that I died? Of course, I was mad! I mean I was only 14 years old, and I had so much to live for. Not to mention I was on my way to becoming King!
But never mind that maybe I can become king in this world, wouldn't that be fun?
I guess I would be here for a while, and I didn't plan on dying anytime soon. A restart of life as this newborn child!
But what was my name?
(TIMESKIP)
"Liam, let's look at your silly father for a bit."
My name was Liam, Just Liam. They never said my last name for some reason. Must have been some crazy mysterious last name that should not be said or something. I'd say it wasn't too bad of a name, so way to go Mum!
It's been 2 years since I was born, and honestly, I feel pretty damn useless all the time. I could walk and talk a little bit, I was still struggling to do that, but boy when I saw the look on their faces when I could crawl. They did a whole celebration around the house as if I had done some miracle.
But when I started to walk, that was something else. They did an even bigger celebration around the house, for this massive achievement. I could've sworn that my dad was surprisingly the first one to burst out crying. My mother just chuckled lightly at this, comforting my father.
I guess I figured pretty quickly who was the
dominant parent out of the relationship. Not to mention my dad was pretty disappointed in the fact that my first words were mommy instead of Daddy. I mean it didn't even come into my head that I said it I was just asking her to pick me up that's all.
My mum rubbed it to my father's face the whole time, she was having the time of her life doing it. Living in this household had already created more memories than I ever had when I was a Royal. Back on Earth, living as a Prince was cruel and harsh.
All I did was train, train, train. It was ingrained in my head, it was a natural reflex of mine. I was trained to the bone, I would get punished if I did not defeat my enemies in a quick session. As soon as I was born I began training. My father never showed a shred of care towards me. All I ever wanted was for my father to appreciate my abilities once, just once. Even if it was for mere minutes, it would have completed me ever so perfectly.
But never mind that, I was living here with my new family. I'd be honest the level of comfort and quality here was nothing compared to my old life. It was obvious that we were poor, and we didn't have much to live on. But despite all of that, my parents always seemed to have a bright smile on their faces, even at times when my mother was scolding my father for his
clumsy and reckless behaviour.
I still look at him, sighing to myself, how did my father ever manage to get someone like her? That was one of the biggest mysteries that I needed to know about. And boy I would get my information on it.
However, one cool thing was the food. I had to admit, the first time I looked at the food it'd looked awful, and to add on to it, it smelt awful. The ingredients were things that were so unheard of, that it did not look appealing one bit. I felt bad for my mother because the first she tried feeding me with the food she made, I did my best to escape from her grasp, but it was no use as the food had defeated me.
I was fully expecting to spit out the food, but
surprisingly the food was the most delicious thing I had ever eaten. My mother was the best cook in the world. That was the only answer to it.
I watched as my father did something interesting, that sparked my attention. It was as if he was channelling something.
Holy shit!
BOOM!
What kind of power is that? He just ripped through a fucking tree with his bare hands, and not to mention I'm pretty sure he broke the sound barrier at how fast it was. Or maybe because I was just a wee little baby.
"Daddy is just being a show off with his skills."
Mother chuckled slightly, playing with my hair.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention. My hair. A while back I don't know how, but I stumbled onto a mirror by accident, and oh boy when I saw what I looked like the first time. I'd think I would've fallen in love with myself.
I'd say I was even more handsome and cuter in my past life. And that was pretty hard to top if I do say so myself. Thankfully I had the brownish-redish hair that my dad inherited, and to be quite frank I wondered how my dad's hair colour was unique. Sure it was red, but it was a different red. It had some elegance to it, if I didn't know any better, he might have more secrets up his sleeve.
"Is daddy strong?" I asked, trying to get an answer from her.
She had a slight smile, looking over at him. "Very. His very strong."
Very strong? I wonder how strong. Never mind that now, it was time to find out how strong my mother was.
"Is mummy strong?" I asked as any innocent child could possibly ever ask, to not grow any suspicion of course.
She chuckled a bit, placing her index finger on her chin, and tapping it.
"I guess you could say that." She smiled at herself proudly, with her head held up.
"Stronger than daddy?" I asked.
She whispered into my ear. "Don't tell daddy this but. . . Defiantly stronger than daddy."
Stronger than Dad? No way. What was interesting was that I couldn't read a lie on her face. She was the real deal.
"Hey, what are you guys talking about kiddo." Father, ruffled my hair, picking me up from mother, as he cradled me in his arms gently and carefully.
"You weaker than mummy!" I proudly declared in front of my dad's face.
What a rebel I was.
"What!?" Father's ears ringed, a bit startled that I had just said that. I could tell that he was embarrassed, as he thought he was slickly whispering into Mum's ear.
"Why would you say that to him? Now he's going to think I'm some loser." He sighed in defeat. Mother could only giggle at his reaction.
"Don't worry dear you still have some time to catch up to me."
Father scoffed jokingly hearing this. "As if, there's no way I could catch up to you. You're a Silver core mid-stage, while I'm you know... A Yellow core light stage." Father muttered lowly.
A Silver core? A Yellow core? Stages? What do those words mean?
If I wanted to get a grasp on this world and its
powers, I would need to learn and practice for
myself. But how could I ask exactly? That would be the hardest thing to do as a baby infant. Gosh being one, was one of the hardest things to do these days. But bring it on!
(TIMESKIP)
I searched everywhere, in hopes of finding anything or something that could teach me about this world that we lived in. I knew it was going to be hard, but I didn't know it was going to be this hard.
I crawled and walked everywhere around the house to find something but to no avail. Man being a baby sucked.
"There you are, Liam."
Damn it.
Mother scooped me up, placing me in her arms, playing with my hair and cooing me. There was one place she was going to send me to but I must not go there at all cost. Bedtime.
I had to think of something, anything that would make me not go to sleep so soon. I had to keep searching and find.
"Books! Books!" I chirped.
"Books?" Mother raised her eyebrow at me slightly.
I nodded my head viciously, almost to the point where I was begging her.
"Liam it's time for bed, there's no time to read books at this hour."
Damn it. I didn't want to resort to this, but it was my final super duper secret weapon, that I could only use every once and a while. A weapon so powerful that a person would fold in an instant after witnessing it unfold in their own very eyes.
I'm sorry Mum, but it must be done. For the sake of my learning.
"Pretty please mummy."
Cuteness overload 100%
Alright, I knew I was cute baby, and was it wrong for me to take advantage of it? Probably so. But it was their fault for making me this cute.
Mother was lost for words as I made my eyes bigger, pleading ever so cutely, I knew she would fold soon enough.
"Fine.. . Just this once. ..You're too cute to say no to." She muttered the last sentence lowly to herself.
Victory at last! Now onwards so that my mission could be finally completed. Success was in the air, all thanks to my conviction and my hard work and talent. I could finally see it all woven together.