(Liam's POV)
I remembered in my past life how lonely I was. Sometimes I felt like despite how I was in a crowded room of people chattering and having a great laugh with one another, I was still the only one there, standing by myself.
I had no friends. I never had friends. It's not that I didn't want friends, I could've gotten friends if I wanted to. But they wouldn't be real friends, they would be fake friends. That was one of the curses of being a Prince.
Everyone had a motive, everyone wanted something out of me. They wanted to use me, so they could rise the ranks and gain power for themselves. And that was one of the main reasons I couldn't and didn't want any friends.
So how did I cope with this? I didn't really. But there was one thing however that kept me grateful for being who I was as a person and prince. When I wasn't training or practising to enhance my Ki, I would be going to the orphanages.
It made me realise a lot of things. I was lucky
compared to them. They had suffered so much at such a young age, that they had such a heavy burden, I still wonder to this day, how they could keep moving forward despite all the negatives that kept on suffocating them.
Though I envied them at the same time. I didn't envy their lifestyle, I didn't envy their quality of life, but I envied their bonds with one another. The children in the orphanages had forged a true friendship with one another. It was something I yearned for it. I could see in their eyes how much they had when they were all together. Their laughter was amazing to hear such joy in their voices.
I couldn't help but wonder despite all their pain and suffering how could they still laugh with one another and be happy?
I spoke to them, and they asked me many questions that I was honoured and glad to ask them. With every word I said, I knew a hint of admiration and excitement was within them.
"What's your favourite colour?" One of the boys asked.
Favourite colour? I had never been asked such a question.
Normally questions that were asked tended to be a bit more complex and harder to answer. Questions that usually were that of status and power. Such a simple question like this was even harder and more complex to answer, but I did have an answer to this question.
"Grey. Grey is my favourite colour."
I wasn't quite sure as to why Grey was my favourite colour but that colour just fascinated me in every way shape and possible. That colour spoke to me as if it was born to me.
I remember a while back when I was younger when I had a genuinely heartfelt moment with my father. Father was stone cold all the time, he was battle- heartened due to war. It made him care more about war, caring less about his family.
But when I told him something I like, such as the colour grey. I swear to God that I could see the slightest faint smile on his face. If I'd blinked I wouldn't have been able to see it. But I did, and that was enough for me.
WHOOSH!
A noise outside.
BOOM!
Flashing vibrant lights outside.
I rubbed my eyes, opening them. What could be that noise in the middle of the night? I was enjoying my sleep.
Woah.
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was my mother's Owl. Well, Phoneix that is. I had learnt during that time in the library that Mother had become a Beast Tamer. An incredible feat that was said to be extremely rare to do. Just how strong was my mother exactly?
The owl spread its wings hooting at me. It was probably telling me to go to sleep, but I couldn't now. What was going on outside? I was curious to know what was happening but this crib was far too of a match for me. Mother had trapped me in my little prison that I could not get out of, but then there was no longer any need for me to go outside and escape in the first place.
The noise had stopped.
The flashing lights had diminished.
Mother had arrived.
She entered the room with to what I saw scratches on her clothes. There must have
been a duel with Father. I wanted to see it.
She picked me up carefully as she usually did, cradling me once more.
"Why aren't you asleep Liam?" She asked gently, but I could tell there was a slight hint of anger from her, probably from me waking up in the middle of the night.
But what I found more interesting was how Mother knew I was awake. Did she have some sort of spell that knew I was awake?
I looked over at the owl, staring at it.
No. I get it now. It was that Owl. The Owl must have alerted me that I was awake to my mother. It was the only sane and logical answer I could come up with. And if I was right with my statement, that was one hell of a power being able to telepathically talk to one another.
"Scared mummy," I said innocently
Concern was etched on her face. "Did you have a bad dream?""
I nodded my head slowly. She kissed me on the forehead in her best to comfort me from my so-called bad dream.
"I was not expecting that sort of fight Aerlyin." Father came into the room coughing, I looked at him once. All that was needed to know was his clothing. Let's just say he didn't look the best. Compared to mother, mother was in clean and pristine condition. But he still had that bright and toothy grin of his as usual.
"Me neither.. . You caught me by surprise. I'm impressed." Mother gave a quick peck on Father's cheek.
If Father wasn't happy already, he was even more now. I say he was ecstatic whether it was from the praise, the kiss or maybe even a mixture of both, he raised his fist in the air celebrating in joy.
"Can I sleep with Mommy?" I asked.
"Liam... You don't need to sleep with me you got Fine to watch over and sleep with you."
It was that time again. I would have to use my secret weapon on her once more.
"Pretty please mummy."
Mother immediately became flustered by the strong amount of cuteness that I was admitting. Father had already been taken over by the cuteness.
"Please Aerilyn can Liam sleep with us." Father pleaded with Mother as well. A tag team combo, nicely played father.
"Not you as well Gabriel. . . Just this once." Mother clicked her tongue.
"Yes!" Father said excitedly.
(TIMESKIP)
I always knew Mother loved me a lot, but never expected it to be this much. While we were sleeping peacefully, Mother did not let go of me at all. She held me tightly using herself like a warm emitter to keep me warm. But I didn't mind at all. It was quite joyful to be sleeping like this with Mother.
I suppose this was what motherly love felt like. And how strong it was. Father was most certainly a heavy sleepy, he was snoring the whole time. It was so bad to the point, where Mother had to cast a spell where we wouldn't be able to hear Father's loud snores.
(Aerilyn's POV)
I've noticed something about Liam these past few couple of days.
He loves going to the library!
Finally, at least someone is using the library to read or learn something than just me. Every time he had the chance he would use those cute eyes, his soft voice and his little hands to ask me if he could go to the library.
How could I ever say no to him? He was just the cutest baby! I know I know as a Mother I meant to sometimes say no Liam. It teaches resilience and discipline but I guess I'll just have to let it slide this time.
If one day we do meet Father, I'd be more worried about Liam rather than Father himself. Father would probably never let go of Liam in the first place.
I mean Liam wanting to go to the library isn't a bad thing at all in the first place. It's good with his studies, he'll gain more knowledge about Mana and the world we live in.
Wait a minute. What happens when he grows up, he's going to have to go to school.
I haven't even thought that far ahead!
We still have a couple of years before Liam awakens, he's only two at the time there's no way he'll awaken that quickly. Me and Gabriel I'd say are two pretty strong mages, I wouldn't be surprised if he somehow awakens it when his even 4. I'l just have to get prepared for that and celebrations will be in order.
However, I would be lying if I didn't see the potential in Liam. It was. .. Scary to say the least. He already had Mana stirring inside of him, to the point where he was a ticking time bomb.
The only reason why he didn't awaken it now, was probably because was too young to even understand how in the first place.
I knew that Liam would make great changes to this world. I also knew that he would be stronger than me and Gabriel even combined, and that says a lot. My baby boy is a prodigy and would make me happy, but I also felt like I didn't want that for him.
Sometimes being that of a high status or a prodigy people tend to treat you a lot differently. I remember that happening to me. The same goes for Gabriel as well, we both knew as parents that one day Liam would start to be attracted by other people even if he wasn't tending to do it in the first place.
He was going to have an interesting but hard life ahead of him. All I could do as a Mother was help support him in whatever choice he made with his life. That was the duty of a Mother I believe. To care for and nurture your son to become the best he can be.
I didn't want anything in return, his living up to his potential was all I needed to feel like a proud mother. Even if he didn't live up to his potential I still would be proud of him. Him just being in this world was all I could ask for. So Liam living a normal life of peace and comfort, I would be fine with that.
I knew even wished this to be true, I just had a feeling. Let's call it motherly instinct that Liam would be far from a normal person. He was distanced for utter greatness and I'd be there watching.
He would eventually know the truth about both my and Gabriel's families when he grew a lot older than is. He didn't need to learn everything too soon but I wouldn't mind if Gabriel slipped a thing or two out for Liam to understand.
I mean it was bound to happen. Gabriel is a very honest person to a fault, he never liked lying. It was also one of the reasons why I fell in love with him because he had no ulterior motives. Every word he said to me was true to his heart. And that he was a pretty dense person. Let's hope his denseness doesn't rub off on Liam when his older.
Because for all I knew, when Liam would become a mage, his career would be very. . .
Illustrious.