My new life is a bit boring. I don't have to do anything I just watch. If I need something, I have to cry. Even when I want to do something, I can't. I have all the time in the world now, but my biggest problem is that I have to act like a baby.
It gets annoying sometimes. My mother comes and plays with me, and I just have to pretend to enjoy it. Then there's the old man he picks me up and shakes me around, talking in a language I can barely understand. He's the most annoying of all. I can only catch a few important words when they talk, but even if I wanted to learn their language, it's pointless for now. The only sounds I can make are baby noises. If I'm hungry, I cry. If I need a diaper change, I cry.
Most of my day passes watching my mother, the old man, and a woman I remember from my birth the one who used the second magic spell on me. They visit often. I've had enough time to think, and I know now this isn't a dream or a prank I was actually reborn.
I can't see outside my room, but I notice strange objects around me, and people clothes look unusual too just like something out of a fantasy novel. Liam is still in shock about being reborn. He's trying to observe his surroundings and understand this world, though he can't speak or fully grasp the language.
When I think about my old life, I realize no one would be very sad that I'm gone maybe my aunt, maybe not, but she'd forget soon. Then I remember Oliver, my best friend. Maybe he'll be sad. Still, I think it's better this way. He doesn't have to worry about me anymore.
This new world clearly isn't normal. I've already seen people use magic spells my mother even healed me again when she got worried. After that, I try my best to act like a regular baby if they thought I was possessed, after all this isn't a normal world, that would be trouble. Now I just observe my surroundings and try to learn more about my situation while thinking, and watching as two maids pretend to work while chatting quietly nearby.
Meanwhile, in the same mansion, two old men, both around sixty, sat together and spoke quietly.
"Why are you here?" Vandrel asked, raising a brow. "Don't tell me you missed me, Jedric."
Jedric grinned with a hint of mischief. "Oh, come on, it's normal for friends to miss each other. Don't tell me you've forgotten our glory days how I used to protect you!"
"Protect me? Protect my as*," Vandrel scoffed. "I was the one protecting you."
"Ahh, I'm joking, Vandrel," Jedric chuckled. "I was heading to Valebrook, and on my way back, I planned to stop by and check on your newborn grandson."
"So you've 'watched' him then why are you still here? Go on shoo!"
"Come now, Vandrel, where's your hospitality?" Jedric replied with a broad grin, ending their playful bickering.
He settled into his seat. "So, what's the name of the new member of the Lunareth family?"
Vandrel's chest swelled with pride. "Ah, his name is Vale Lunareth. I'm sure he'll grow up to be someone worthy of our ancestors and a source of pride for his father."
Jedric chuckled. "Vale, hmm? Not a bad name. It reminds me of a great story about one of your ancestors. After all," he added with a laugh, "he is the son of Vaelor."
At the mention of that name, Vandrel's expression darkened. After a moment, he said firmly, "He won't disappoint our ancestors or his father. After all, I'm his grandfather. I'll raise him to be a proper man. Even your granddaughter will have to work hard to catch his attention. If I'm not mistaken, she's only a year older than my grandson."
Jedric smirked. "Ha! My granddaughter won't need to chase anyone. She'll grow into a pretty flower mark my words. Even princes will compete for her hand. Your grandson will have to work very hard if he wants her to notice him."
Vandrel laughed heartily. "Let's leave that challenge to them, old friend. Now, tell me what's happening in Sorin these days?"
Jedric sighed and glanced out the window. "I thought you weren't interested in politics anymore."
"Normally, no," Vandrel replied. "But now that Vaelor's son is here, I can't afford to slack off. Those power hungry old wolves might act again. I have to protect my family for Vaelor's sake."
"In that case," Jedric said, "I don't think their attention is on us right now. I've heard there's been movement near the border of the Demon Continent. A few small-scale attacks last month though the Alliance managed to repel them. Still, the real trouble is in Asura continent. Stormwatch has been under constant pressure lately. Even after the Alliance sent reinforcements, it's barely holding."
"Idiots," Vandrel muttered angrily. "They're fighting over scraps of land in Asura while ignoring the sleeping beast behind us. The demons are preparing I can feel it. After all these years, they've had more than enough time to regain their strength. Maybe not completely, but they're getting close. I pity our grandchildren, Jedric. They were born in the wrong time."
A long silence followed. Then Jedric slowly rose from his seat.
"You're right, my old friend. The least we can do is prepare them for what's coming. Anyway, I must go. The Black Knight of Hallow Mountain can't afford to relax."
Vandrel chuckled. "The Black Knight of Hallow Mountain, huh? I remember that flashy title from your glory days."
As Vandrel walked him to his carriage, Jedric gave a small smile and said, "Still, I wouldn't dare compare it to the name Lunareth."
Vandrel offered a faint smile as he watched the carriage roll away. Its shadow was slowly swallowed by the looming silhouette of Hallow Mountain.