Light?
Everything is blurry, as if a strong light is hitting me head on, I can barely see two blurry faces around me, one holding me in his arms and the other is next to him.
"Ahh..."
I can't speak? What should be words are just babbling, what I was going to say I can't say. What the fuck is going on?
Hit!
It fucking hurts! The person holding me in my arms hits my thigh for no apparent reason, what brutal force he has! Tiny tears are peeking out of my eye sockets.
Reading the expressions on their faces or understanding the babbling they exchange is impossible, I don't understand anything they say. They are moving, apparently they are taking me somewhere. After a few steps I reach my destination, I am handed over to another person and now he is holding me in his arms while a liquid falls on my face, it is salty, I think they are tears.
Looking at my body I understand the situation better, I see everything blurry but it is enough to understand: this is a very strange dream and soon I will wake up. Of course, it can't be any other way, it's impossible, right? right!
I can't think clearly right now, everything is a mess and confusion, I can only do one thing.
"Aaah!" I screamed from deep inside my tiny body.
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"Come on Lilith! You can do it, it won't be long now."
"Here he comes, his head is already off. I'm just going to ask you one last time, you can do it. Breathe and push with everything," said Saraa calmly trying to reassure me. "Now!"
"Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!"
I pushed with all my strength, all I had at that moment. I pushed and pushed and pushed, until finally it was all over. The relief and joy of seeing him with my own eyes was indescribable, it was the best moment of my life. How this little one made me long for him.
"Here he is. Welcome to the world prince and future king, Rayzel. The first dragonnewt to be born after a hundred years."
"He is beautiful, my lady. He is a strong, healthy boy."
Those beautiful words came out of Rudith's mouth.
"Strange, he hasn't cried. Why do you think that is, Rudith?"
"No idea, but I don't think it's something we need to worry about. At first glance he looks healthy, but if you still want him to cry maybe giving him a little bump will do it."
"Good idea," Saraa said as she slowly waved her hand with a small smile on her face.
I am very tired, it was a long time in labor, but I want to see my little Rayzel's face and nothing and nobody would prevent that.
"Saraa, bring Rayzel here with me. I want to see him and hold him," I said in a weak and exhausted voice.
"Right away, my lady. His health is in perfect condition, there is nothing to worry about," Saraa replied before handing my son to me.
"You are beautiful, my son."
These are the only words I could say before tears of happiness fell from my eyes.
"Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!"
"Shhh, Shhh, Shhh. No, don't cry dear."
"I'm probably hungry or sleepy..."
"Or pain from your little bump," Rudith added.
"It was necessary, if a baby doesn't cry at birth it may signal some kind of prob..."
"It's okay, girls," I interrupted them both. "He's calmed down now, he must have been tired."
In my arms lies my little boy sleeping comfortably, I couldn't contain my urge to stroke his soft silky white hair, touch his little nose and soft ears.
"This child is everything I ever wanted, I will love you and protect you with my life."
"I love you, Rayzel," I added.
Fatigue is apparently winning the fight. So much for my endurance. Everything went well, I can rest easy.
"Saraa."
"Yes, my lady?"
"Take Rayzel and take care of him, I'm going to rest for a while. When I have to eat have Ruddith wake me up."
Yawns escape from my mouth.
"Of course. Rudith make her comfortable, stay by her side until she returns and fulfill any needs she needs."
"Yes, Chief Saraa."
"Come, my lady. I will help you make her more comfortable," Rudith said as he arranged some pillows and helped me lie fully on the bed.
"Thank you, Rudith," I said as my voice lost strength and my mind slowly shut down.
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I open my eyes slowly. I look at my body again and my surroundings.
Tsk, shit, it didn't work! I thought if I slept for a while then I would wake up away from this weird dream.
Well, apparently while I was sleeping I was bathed and dressed in some strange clothes. I don't really know what it is or what color it is, but I think it's a white pajama-robe, can this weird robe be called pajamas? I don't know.
I am calmer, I have to be, and I understand the situation a little better but: what happened? I was lying on the ground, in the middle of a street, dying, and in the blink of an eye I'm here now. I only remember a light, like that popular saying about the light at the end of the tunnel, but nothing more than that. I still have a feeling in my chest that I was in another place before this one which I don't want to remember for my own good, apparently my brain created a defense mechanism regarding it. I won't be stubborn, if my brain doesn't want me to remember, I will listen to it. My death is because I didn't listen to my brain and stuck my nose where it didn't belong, so I won't make that mistake twice.
My death...I remember how pathetic it was and how with it are all my regrets and guilt. Maybe this dream won't be so bad, to leave it all behind and start fresh. Maybe it's for the best. Yes, it is the best. It's what I've always been looking for, a chance to fix all the mistakes I made and start over with Mary....
I'm sorry, Mary. I left you alone in that horrible place, I wanted to give you a better life but I failed and I left first leaving you behind. I hope that everything I have taught you and left behind you can use it to face your problems head on. I don't think I can go back as my old body has six holes in it and I am a baby now. I can only wish you luck little sister dear, your big brother loves you. Shit, I'm so sensitive, no doubt it's because of this body I have now.
A few weeks later...
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