"Is this it? Is everything going to end like this? Oh what a pitiful life you lived Blake."
The beeping from the vital sign monitor was slowly reducing by each second.
There lay a weak-bodied boy on the hospital bed unable to lift a finger. The only thing Blake could do was look at the pretty birds flying past the window.
As each beep went on his life was slowly vanishing.
'Hmph, what a life right? I was born as a sick child in a family of five, my siblings were afraid to play with me because of the fear that they would hurt me.
My father didn't even like the sight of me. I look like him but had none of his features, but my mother always cared for me. I will miss her.
My school life? That was a joke, I hardly made friends, was always sick to finish any school year fully and the worst part was never having the feeling of the so-called "Love" from the opposite sex that people talked about.
Now, after staying in the cold rain for too long two weeks ago, this sorry excuse for a body gave out, and now it's looking like this is my end.'
Sharp pain spread across his body as Blake coughed out blood tremendously, his body began to fidget on the bed.
His mother walked in and saw him struggling on the bed. Sadness filled her eyes as she ran to call the doctors and nurses for help.
Blake was unable to stop coughing and the beeping was moving at an unusual rate, now entering deep waters.
The wailing mother rushed in with a doctor as he examined him. The man knew what was going to happen but he didn't have the heart to tell the mother.
In those last painful moments the only thing Blake could hear were his thoughts as he looked on at the tears flowing down from his mother's cheek.
'Mother please don't make that face… It's going to be alright. I am at peace with this, finally I can rest and experience a life without pain and regret.
This is a good thing, now you can live a life without worrying about your sickly son and be happy.'
The beeping stopped and the area grew cold for him. In the midst of the pain, sadness and tears the reminiscent sight in the room was the smiling face of the now deceased Blake.
Staring at his mom with a warm stale smile on his face.
His spirit had left his body and floated in a vast space of nothing, he thought this was the end. This is where he can finally rest.
But suddenly a white light began to shine on his chest, he felt a pull someone or something was calling him but Blake didn't want any of it.
The boy who lived a life that amounted to nothing wanted nothing anymore, he only wished to be left alone in peace.
The light kept on shining brighter and brighter, able to blind one with sight.
Unable to fight it anymore he pulled and then everywhere became dark.
He felt someone touching him and he tried to push the hand away but it wasn't as easy as he thought it would be.
The closed eyes opened and he saw a beautiful brown haired woman staring straight at him covered in sweat as she held him close to her face.
When he touched her she screamed with excitement. Blake couldn't believe what was going on.
'What! Who is this woman? I'm a baby? Will I start a new life in a sickly body? Is this like all those fantasy stories of being sent into another world?
No this is real life Blake, this must be another country I was born in.'
As he turned to his left, he saw a candle lit by fire; pieces slowly formed together.
Warm, strong hands lifted him from behind and turned him around. It was the gentle face of a man with full black hair and blue eyes.
"My beautiful boy, you are born healthy and look strong… Now, Elena, what shall we name him?"
"George I think we agreed on this before and it perfectly fits him, Randal… Randal Scott" Elena said with a weak tone in her voice.
The mid-wife took Randal from George's hands carefully to examine him.
'Randal? That's who I am… Is this world really what I think it is?' So many thoughts went through his tiny mind.
The mid-wife performed some hand signs as she cast a spell and tapped his chest.
"Puro"
Those words were mouthed by the mid-wife. A few moments later a bright white light erupted from the baby's body.
The parents were excited with joy and the mid-wife gave them back their son.
"Congratulations, your son has a mana core, he will develop this magical core all through his life and by the holy spirit 'Utah' he shall live a right way of life."
Those words put the parents' minds at rest; on the other hand, it made Randal curious.
'Wait so this is another world? With magic? I have been given another chance? Will my life be peaceful? And my name now Randal… What is this world'
George carried Randal up and spun him round the room smiling with joy.
"George you can't do that to him, he is just a baby!"
"Oh sorry dear I just couldn't contain myself… Randal your mother and I promise we will take very good care of you."
"Awwn that's sweet honey but he can't hear you… Now go escort Miss Mira out. I will be watching him now."
George handed Randal to her and immediately she hugged him close to her chest and whispered a few words to him before sleep took over.
"Randal honey thank you for making me a mother, I promise to love you unconditionally and never let you down my beautiful baby boy."
Those were followed by calm snores as she passed out.
Randal looked up at her and a smile crept on his lips.
'I don't know but why does she resemble my mother a little… So this is my new life?'