“Where am i, something feels weird, why do I feel so tired? Why does my body feel so heavy? Who am i? Why can't I remember anything.”

“??????????????????????”

“Everything looks so blurry.What are they saying. Who are these people. So tired.Why do they look so huge. I really can’t keep my eyes open. I guess I have no choice but to rest for now.”

“?????????????????”

“?????????????”

So many questions but no one can tell me anything.

“AHBABABA!!!!” (Where am i)

!!!!! Why is my voice like this? What happened to my voice!!! Wait what happened to my body what the shit is this! I have become a baby !

“AHBABABABABA!!!!”“AHBABABABBBABA!!!!” “WAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”

*hurried footsteps*

“??????????????”

“???????????????????”

Next thing I know I was lifted up and tits were stuffed into my face. Bliss! Life does not seems to be so bad as a baby.

Days piled on as I gained an understanding of where I am. It seems like those tits belong to my mother and this is a small household.

The bliss factor went down many notches upon that understanding, so much for oedipal complex.

I can’t remember anything about myself or where I am from. It is as if I have common sense but yet I do not know anything at the same time. I can’t see beyond 2 meters. Everything becomes too blurry for me to tell anything. Seem like there is a limit to how much a baby see and can do.

Days passed and there was a celebration. It seems like this is done for me.

Slowly, I accustom myself to this world that I am in. Moving about as a baby was hard but getting things was harder. However, I learned a trick.

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

*Hurried footsteps*

I started pointing at what I wanted. A book.

My mother has appeared.

“???????????????????”

“WAAAAAA!”

I continued pointing at the book.

Sadly, I could not speak. It seemed that my vocal chord has yet to be developed.

I acted like a little tyrant in the house. It was the only way I could learn about the world.

Days passed once again. I gained a small understanding of this world I am in. There are 20 days a month and there are 4 months a season and 4 season a year.

The question came to me, should I act like what I think is a normal child’s behaviour or should I act like I am a supergenius?

Then an idea struck me. Be careless. Be smart but make mistakes. After the mistakes, make a big fuss and sulk.

Months passed with that planned in my head. I slowly learned the language. I can now understand most of it.

I am called marcus by my parents. My mother is called Claire and my father is called Seville.

2 years old.

I still snuggle at my mother’s side when I sleep.( Gotta love titties and their softness) I can read write and speak the language now. This world has many tribes and had many different languages in the past but over the years the unification war gave them what we now call as the common language. I am still stuck within the confines of the house as I am too young to be allowed to leave the place alone. I have been warned that there are monsters roaming around and it would be too dangerous if I meet one right now as I have not developed abilities.

they called the abilities [the tree]. It is called the tree as you need to nourish it for it to grow and bloom. Even though it is called the tree, each manifested ability may not be a tree. It can be anything. My mother has her’s as a watering can and my father’s ability is an bulb planter. All they could do were conjure it and use it. It seemed that they hard no talent and that their abilities could not be further awakened.To further awaken their abilitlies meant growing a branch and bearing fruits on the tree. There are 20 tiers to the tree and each tier has five branches. On each branch there are 5 fruits.

The branches are the active abilities and the fruits are the passive abilities.

If the branches never develope, no matter how much you do you will never gain any abilities.

5 years old.

Every year, skilled masters travels from village to village to awaken the abilities of each child who has passed the age of five. After watching the awakening of the other kids for the last 2 years, it has finally become my turn. I stepped in line with the other five years old who were all excited as well and awaited for my turn.

I stepped into the tent that will tell me my future. The skilled master was a lady in her later 20s. I looked at her in awe as she was much younger than I thought. I always imagined the skilled master to be a old man or something.

She smiled and said: “put your left hand on the orb and your right hand facing your right with the palm out and focus your mind on the orb. Imagine a power coming out from the orb and travel through your body then finally come out from the palm of your right hand. It may take a while and it may hurt.”

I closed my eyes to focus. It took a while to focus my mind on the orb and imagine a power flowing from it into me. I let the power flow into my every being. It a warm tingly feeling that was somehow very soothing. I took the power and finally guided to my right palm. It was a very odd feeling. It was as if something was growing out from my palm and that it felt as if it was an extension of myself that I have that I never knew I had. I opened my eyes to see a surprised master. She was looking at what I had brought about. I looked at it and saw what seemed to be a vine coming out of my hand. It took me by a slight surprise and it faded away almost immediately.

I was about to ask about my ability when my world started spinning and faded to black.

When I opened my eyes I looked at the same titties that I have been looking at for the past five years hanging before my eyes.

“Hi mom, what happened?”

“You were out for about 15 min. It seems that your ability has caught the eye of the skilled master and she would like you to join her at the academy.”

“The academy?”

“Yes. The place where everyone whose ability catches the eye of the skilled master goes to study at.”

“When do I need to go?”

“Next season”

“For how long?”

“Five years or more.”

“Then when is the fastest I come home to see you and father again?”

“Three season and a half season before the school break for half a season and that means 280 days”

* Looks like I will be missing these titties for a while.*

I sat down after lying in her lap for about another 15 min or so. It was rather uneventful other than the slight hiccup that I caused when I was awakened. Of the 20 over kids that were tested, only 8 others were selected to go to the academy.

With that it was all over, at the last week of the season a skilled master will pick up the 9 of us and bring us to the academy.

For most five years old, it would be the hardest thing for them. Not seeing their parent for 280 day is too much for their young minds and that they would want these last days to never end. For me it was the opposite. I could not wait for the school to start. Being mature in the mind made me pine for the coming education to utilizing these vine that I now barely can control. Everyday, I visualized how I would use the vine and how I manipulate it. I was strictly told by the skilled master not to conjure my vine as it is too taxing for my body now.

**at home**

"Mother, why is it that I am the only one that fainted?"

"It is because your tree was corporeal and that is usually something that will happen only after training and cultivating"

It is then that I realize that most people who first awaken their tree would have a ethereal form of their tree and not like me who has a corporeal form already. It is supposed to take weeks of training and cultivating before it becomes corporeal.

Then i asked once again “Mother, if the corporeal form needs training and cultivating, why is it that it is done at five years old? is it not dangerous for us?”

“You see, it is safer that way. some of us have beast type tree and some of us have tree that has an elemental type. imagine having fire coming out of the tree and something catches fire, would that be dangerous?”

“Ahhh that would hurt.”

“Now you know why it has to be done when you are still so young and not older?”

“Yes, but what about those that awaken their abilities accidentally?”

“That is why the cultivation method is not taught to kids until they go to an academy to learn it.”

“It is just sad that my tree can’t grow up.” My mother’s eyes glistened with a tint of sadness while saying so. "But at least i have you as my little miracle.” A little smile spreading across her face almost immediately after “It is just a little odd how your father and I are both objects while you are a plant.”

I looked at her and wondered as well and then a spark of inspiration hit me!

“I know! You are a watering can and father is a bulb planter, you two have one thing in common, growing a plant! And that is where I come in!”

With that said, I stood in front of her with the most awesome and suave pose a five year old can give.

“Hahaha Seville, come in! You need to hear what your son just said and see how he is acting now.”

From outside “ Coming! What did he say?”

My father then walks in from outside a moment later and sees my awesome pose. He then hears the story from my mother and smiles. He walks over and then hugged me and my mother together. “ That’s our son.”

Come to think of it, how old was I when I got transferred to this body? I can’t imagine myself dying and be reborn and grow up to be who I am now at the age of five but what can i do? it is a god’s joke i guess, incomplete mind wipe.

AN: although it is seems hard for a kid to understand a word like corporeal and ethereal for a kid that is five, in some languages, like chinese, they are just one word and would seem simple enough for a parent to say to a kid. eg. ?(real)which can mean corporeal ?(false) which can also loosely mean ethereal .