A Blur of vibrant sunlight blinds me, i scream loudly in fear as my last memories come rushing back of a Lorry crashing through the building I was working in straight at me then of Cold of the air and the sticky feeling of my own build running down my body before everything fades to black while I look at a beautiful tunnel of light.
A thought comes to my mind as I blink and look about me everything is bigger than I remember alot more wooden?
*Who am I? Were am I? What is this thing holding me? Why can't I move and what is this blue mist i see every clinging to everything*
These thoughts I have hurt my head something feels very wrong yet also i feel that this is a normal state to be in, while hiving these thoughts my body still crys out and a Tall Man with pointy ears takes me into his arms his lips moving and a familiar language is heard, In my distracted thoughts I hear.
"how about Nathraval? what do you think son do you like this as a name?"
My body stops crying and I tilt my head
*who are you calling Nath-ra-val? Me is that who i am?*
Vague memories of words like name and son flash before me and I think to myself,
*son that's a term for the child of a male, I was a son but who's originally I don't know there are clearly memories missing but why do I know they are missing*
I look at the man who called me son and asked me if Nathraval was a good name
Observing the blue mist entering and exting his body.
*I don't know but as I don't have a name I will take it but what is this blue mist?*
My body involuntary spits up bubbles as I try to laugh and from the looks of the man he approves as he moves to wipe my mouth.
"Well it seems you like the name I'm glad welcome to the Kelmaris family son this is your mother Merlara but you will call her mother and I'm Respen your Father, thank you midwife for your services"
My father says all this while handing my to a beautiful woman. In all my memories that I have that recall women none were as beautiful as my mother although those memories also don't include the blue mist either as I look at it entering and covering everything i see its also entering me.
And when I concentrate on it I feel a warmth and persistent weight not harmful maybe when I can talk I can ask my father? Meanwhile my body natural reacts to the movement so my mother as I start to feed my head hurts and my mind goes blank.
A soft chirping noise wakes me i look around around and realised it's getting dark outside i struggle to move and cause enough commotion that it alerts my sleeping mother
"Oh little Ra Ra you've woken up here let mama make some light and see what dad's upto"
As Merlara says this she flicks her arm slightly and the blue mist gets sucked into her hand and a vibrant yellowy red mist appears above her hand before changing into a floating orb of light.
*huh, what? how? Mother turned the blue mist a different colour and now there's a light*
These thoughts rushing into my head along with memories of magic from story's flashed into my head the Belgariad and Lord of the Rings and something about a boy with a scar
*Mana is this blue mist the fabled mana from Isekais and fantasy stories of my old world? But how do you use it i want to learn i want to cast powerful Spells curse this small body*
I wave my hands trying to grab the mist and turn it into fire but to no avail except entertaining my mother who giggles at me attempting to mimic her.
"Don't worry dear when your a little older you will learn to use magic or maybe you will have a talent to be a Cultivator not that many of our race bother with that as the struggle for Immortality doesn't mean anything to a elves"
I stop waving my hands as she speaks and look right at her my mind spinning are I digest what she said
*Cultivators as in the people who devout themselves to the Great Dao of martial arts? They exist but how isn't this a fantasy world and why don't elves Cultivate don't that want Immortalilty oh I wish I could speak*
I burble loudly as mother brings us into a room that is clearly a living room with she takes a seat and looks at her husband who is currently carving wood with a ornate knife the carving has the rough out line of a four legged beast.
"Respen your missed out on our son trying to using mana it was very cute"
Respen looks up from his work at his wife and the his son before chuckling
"Don't worry my boy when your old enough to walk and talk I can start to teach you about magic now why don't you watch while I carve this Crimson Bear from this cedar wood for you"
*ok I will hold you to that*
I thought as I sat in my mother's arms and watched father carved away my mind drifting from his work to the stories in my memories wondering why they were more vivid than the memory of who I was and my family.
*oh well they must not have meant much to me if I can't remember them*
As time passed I drifted off to sleep again and so my days of being a baby began and I focused on effort on learning to roll over, walk and talk in preparation for all of the questions I would have in the future.