It was dark and calm, I felt like I was floating. I looked around in an infinite void of darkness. I didn't know where I was or how long I had been here. Despite the eerie silence and complete darkness that would make any normal person go insane, I just had one question playing in my mind on repeat.

Did I just die?

I asked myself that over and over. Finally, I switched the question, according to the situation.

I was in a dark void after all, I didn't know how long I had been here, I sort of just...woke up.

I tried to speak, but it came as a thought. I looked down in a desperate attempt to look at my hands, I needed to see something, to know that I existed...but it was either so dark I couldn't see my body, or I simply didn't have one.

Hell, maybe? No. It’s a little too calm.

I don't know who likes spending their time in dark voids like this, but it's certainly not me.

I sighed internally, then started to look around with little expectations.

There's really nothing here, huh? I knew there were no gods. I lived alone, died alone, and now I'm in this infinite void alone.

How annoying.

Before I came to the dark void, or I should say, before I died, I was in my home country and life wasn't always easy, hell it was more difficult than anything else. Ever since I could remember I was an orphan with no parents nor background, but that wasn't unusual because from my birth to my death the country where I grew up was constantly at war. When I turned five, they changed the age to be admitted into the army from eight-teen to six-teen. Once I was of age, I left the orphanage and joined the war.

I was an exceptional combatant. I didn't have any family or home to return to, so I fought with no concern over my life. It wasn't good for my mental state, but it made me a damned good soldier.

I was so good in fact the higher ups in the army’s echelon gave me special training to become a spy. After the hellish training they put me through I wouldn't be lying if I said I was one of the continent's strongest soldiers. I was one of the pinnacle’s of strength. A beacon of hope for our people.

One of my biggest achievements was when I was sent on a highly prioritized mission. I infiltrated our enemy's country and killed two top generals and took out whole battalions of soldiers, which put our country at a great advantage.

And although I did this, the fight didn’t stop there.

After that mission, I took leave to find myself. I didn't know what I wanted to do, or what my life meant in the long run. I was confused.

Three years later, I died. I don't know how, all I can remember is falling to the ground in my room, the feeling that my heart was being ripped out of my chest, blood coming from my mouth, eyes, and ears. And the next thing I knew, I was here. This damn void.

What is this place, anyways? Am I stuck here forever or will I just disappear any moment? I sighed internally once again.

Wait, what's that?

To my surprise, there was a light that appeared out of nowhere, like someone lit a lamp in this dark cave I dubbed, The Void.

For some odd reason, everything in my being was telling me to float towards this mysterious light.

Was it some god awaiting my arrival? Or maybe they decided to let me into paradise and this was the front gate?

It didn't matter, I floated toward the bright radiance like a moth to a flame.

Once I got to the light, it was not what I was expecting.

I was in a room that reminded me of a wooden barn. I could hear a heavy rain with light thunder coming from outside and there were even little water droplets seeping through the aged wooden roof.

I felt like the poorly built barn would collapse any moment. What really caught my attention, though, was an ugly bald man. He had a mustache that curved at each end, and was staring at me, like I was his new pet cat.

God? No, no that can't be right...

"Congratulations, it's a healthy baby boy!" He said, with clear good wishes in his voice.

Hold on, baby boy?

Then a woman spoke, cutting me from my thoughts, "Did you hear that honey? It's a baby boy!" The woman's excitement and happiness over wrote the obvious exhaustion in her voice.

The man, that I could only assume was supposed to be a doctor, handed me to her.

She was a beautiful woman with fair skin, deep green eyes, and dark black hair that would put any shadow to shame. There was a mysterious warmth about her that when she held me, I didn't want her to let go.

"Yes, Faliya, if it wasn't raining, I'd take him to the village and show him off, my son! I finally have a son!" Said a man in the room I hadn't noticed so far.

Yet while the woman holding me, who I could only assume to be my mother, was laying down on a makeshift bed of what looked like hay and cotton, He was standing up.

He was a tall man, and his face sun tanned. His light brown irises went oddly well with his rain damped navy blue hair.

"That wouldn't be a good idea even if it was a hot summer day! Mel, we both know how clumsy you can get. You would probably drop my poor son."

The man looked at my mother with shock and hurt, a cold sweat running down his face as he let out a nervous laugh, "You don't trust your own husband, Faliya? I admit I can be clumsy at times, but this is my son we are talking about. I'm sure I can be careful."

My mother looked at him and chuckled, then glanced at me once more, "Doctor, why is he not crying? Is that normal?"

The doctor looked at my mother for a moment, racking his brain, "Although it's rare for babies not to cry, I checked him, and I can assure you he is healthy and well."

Seeming to trust the doctor's words, she thanked him, as she sat up and adjusted herself to get a better look at me.

The star-struck and googly-eyed expression I was making fit my state of mind oddly well. I couldn't think straight if my life depended on it. Too many thinks were happening.

Did I get reincarnated? That's the only real explanation here, right?

Huh, well damn. Maybe there are Gods, but besides reincarnating me, I got totally screwed over. I have a baby's body, which can barely move, and every time I try to speak, it comes out as a cry-like sound, and most of all, I'm butt naked. They can at least wrap me up in one of those extra sheets.

Not even a second later, my mother pointed her finger at the sheets, said a few unrecognizable words, and a soft wind brought a sheet to her and she wrapped it around me tightly.

I looked at her dumbfounded. To her, I just looked like a newborn baby, but in reality, I was shaken to my core.

What the hell was that? Am I the son of some witch now?

"Madam Faliya, you shouldn't use magic until you've properly rested, you must be exhausted. Let's get you and the baby to the carriage so I can take you guys home right away." Said the doctor, his voice filled with worry.

Magic?

Carriage?

Like horse pulled Carriage?

"Sir Melvin, please carry your wife and I'll hold the baby. We must get to the carriage fast or they'll get soaked. It doesn't look like the rain will stop any time soon, we must make haste or the baby will catch a cold. Healing a newborn with light magic is harder than an adult, or small child."

At this, my mother handed me to the doctor. After I was safe in the doctor's hands my father picked up my mother, then headed out of the barn.

When we made it out of the old barn there was a dirt road, muddy from the rain, and a carriage. But it wasn't pulled by horses. Instead, it was pulled by two big bird creatures; they each had dark green feathers and two long pink legs. I could only describe them as something akin to an ostrich in my old world.

I was stunned for a moment, but after seeing my mother use ‘magic’ and being 'reincarnated' or whatever the hell this was, the emotion of surprise felt numb.

Ignoring the bird creatures I looked past them.

There were grass fields as far as my infant eyes could see, rain coming down like a shower, but past all the rain, way out in the distance, I could make out mountains. Many mountains.