"Look at that piece of trash!" A deep male voice taunted me.
I was huddled up against a brick wall, using my boney arms to shield my head. "Move your arms, you bitch! Maybe if I mess up that face of yours, you'll get more attractive!" The man said, laughing, moving closer to my face.
I felt tears stream down my cheeks. He pulled me up to my feet by the collar of my tattered clothes and let go. I fell back, my weak legs unable to hold myself up.
"Damn, cripple. You should just die. Just means less trash in these slums." He spits on me. His large hand grabbed my hair, and he looked into my eyes.
"Please stop... I- I didn't do anything to you." I pleaded, the hot tears dripping off my chin.
"You sure didn't, but your life is worthless, but let me help you out... by killing you!"
Gripping my hair harder, he bashed my head against the rough brick wall. I felt my body slump down, growing limp. "You're worthless."
"Go, die!"
"Waste of space."
"Get out of here, you damn rat."
"No one wants you here, got that? That's why your parents left you too. You have no one and nowhere to go. Go kill yourself!"
No. No... NO!
I jolted awake from my sleep. I could still feel the tears streaming down my face. My small body quivered. Just a dream. It was still so real, and no doubt that trauma from my past life would indeed stay with me, despite my sudden reincarnation.
"My Poor baby, come here." A gentle voice cooed.
I looked up to see my mother's face smiling down at me as she slowly rocked my back and forth.
"There, baby. No need to be scared!"
I settled down. I never had someone hold me before and tell me it was going to be okay. I never had anyone at all. But now I did. My tears stopped, and I nestled closer toward my mother with the poor muscle control I had. All my life, I was told I was worthless, cursed, and alone, but now I had someone, and I was going to make sure that even if this were a dream, I would cherish it. I never knew how a family was supposed to feel like. I felt safe, but something was still missing.
Even if this was only going to be a fleeting memory one day.
"His Majesty had arrived in the palace." The same man announced, bowing his head in respect.
I looked over at him. He was a tall, bulky man and wore silver armor, that obviously looked more for show. He had a large scar that stretched from his forehead over his eye. It was obvious he was no stranger to war and conflict.
He opened the large doors to welcome a man, or rather the king. He had shoulder-length black hair and light brown eyes. He sure looked impressive with his extravagant outfit, especially the azure cape that draped off his left shoulder fastened by a golden rope. He was a bit older than I originally thought, maybe his late thirties, but it was quite obvious that he was very handsome in his prime years with his defined and masculine features.
"Eliza, I'm sorry I wasn't here for our child's birth." The king walked towards the bed in smooth strides.
"It's quite alright, Sephiri. I understand you were in an important political meeting." Mother tilted her head, smiling.
"I had the messenger hold off on telling me any details. He only told me my child had been born. I wanted to hear it from you, my dear." He smiled.
"Meet your new son!" Mother lifted her shaky arms and passed my small body to my father.
I kind of felt like a toy being passed around with a group of children. I closed my eyes and relaxed a bit more. I was still new to this body and was still having motor control problems, but that's to be expected. He gasped and picked me up and held me up to his firm chest, which was adorned with medals and badges.
"I have a son? That's amazing! Not only will I have an amazing son to teach the ways of this world, but he is my firstborn, so he will be the one to take my place one day.." His large warm hands held me close.
I felt safe and loved. An unfamiliar feeling that I had never experienced in my past life.
"There's one more thing, Sephiri.." mother said.
I opened my eyes and stared up at my father's face. He looked down at me with a gentle but shocked expression. "His eyes... I've never seen or heard of anything like this! The gods must have blessed him!" My father's hands shook slightly upon seeing his son. I still didn't really see what the big deal about my eyes was, despite not seeing them, but to be honest, it would probably take me a long time to get acquainted with the ways of this world.
"He has the appearance of a divine seraph, your majesty," Cathleen whispered, kneeling before the king.
"I believe so too." My mother smiled towards her husband, agreeing with her handmaiden's remark.
"Forgive me if I am prying, but have you chosen a name for him yet, Majesty's?" Helena asked the couple.
"I have a good name in mind. Not only does it match his appearance, but it was the name of the man that once saved my life back when I was but a child. I believe Seraph would suit the name of the crown prince, would it not?" My father asked, stroking my soft black hair.
I looked up and stared at him and my mother.
"That sounds lovely. A name that certainly suits the firstborn son of the king." My mother reached out to take me from my father's arms.
Seraph. I love how ironic it was that that was my name. I had led a life of a sorry soul who would never be considered angelic in any way, but even so, in my new life, I was held to the highest standard. It would take some getting used to, but I think I could make do with it. I wanted to forget my old life and live this new one to the fullest, and I want to be loved and learn to cherish the people around me and the bonds I will create in the future. I hope this sense of security will stay.
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