A new Life

An unfamiliar place, unfamiliar faces and the feeling of powerlessness. These were the first emotions felt by Martin. He was confused. He was panicking.

'Where am I? Who are these people? Is it Black magic?'

Martin couldn't think straight and neither could he focus. All he could do was helplessly cry. He used all his willpower to stop himself from crying and focus on his surroundings. The place looked like an old cottage. It wasn't exactly good place but it was still better than dying. There was a bed and on top of it a woman was lying, panting heavily. He could hear some voices but he couldn't understand then. The language was foreign.

Martin was held by another woman. She was quite old and she was wiping Martin. Martin observed that he had short limbs that he couldn't even control.

'I guess I have been reborn? But is it really possible? That crazy Old man used to blabber something about magic that could give someone new life. Was he really right the whole time?!'

The Old man Martin was referring to was the Great Sage as well as the Great Mage 'Dean McCollum '. He was a noble who had worked together with him. He was quite old but energetic nonetheless. He had met Dean while exploring dungeon and they became acquaintances. He had proposed a theory about transferring soul

or something like that. Martin was used as a guinea pig. They believed they had failed but they were wrong. Cause him being reborn was a big proof of the experiment being success.

Getting out of his thought Martin again observed his surroundings. He was convinced that the woman lying on the bed was his mother The midwife had finished cleaning him. She handed Martin to his presumed to be mother. The mother was visibly happy. She was still panting rather slowly. She kissed him on the forehead.

Martin thought 'Woman I am older than you. How dare you do something ridiculous to me?!' But however much he tried he couldn't resist her.

Just then the door of the cottage flung open and a man who Martin pressumed to be his father came. He said something to midwife and she replied rather humbly. Martin guessed his father to be someone of importance. He guessed that the man asked midwife about him being a boy or girl but he wasn't sure. But the man started shouting and dancing. Martin guessed that he was super happy after becoming a father.

The concept of father was something new to Martin. Why? He never had one. And the concept was mother was somewhat forgotten by him. Even though he loved her mother and still was willing to call her name while dying, he still had forgotten about it with passing time. Before his death Martin was 47 years old. Fairly old to forget things which happened before he was 10 years old. And her mother rather than being a symbol of motherly love , she was just turned into a promise for him. Even though he cried after knowing that she died by the name of that dirty noble , it was still easy for him to accept his new parents.

He, while in his previous life was a sword master. He was the high member of a group known as 'Door'. High member were people directly below the Leader. It fought against a different group called 'Clown of Dark Night' or simply 'Dark Clown'. Members of Dark Clown were criminals who killed people for fun or simply fought against empires on whim. Countless people died by their hand. He was after the head of the lead. But was unfortunately captured and died. But there was one good thing in all this that he had sent the leader's identity to everyone.

After thinking all of this, he was exhausted. A baby's body was really weak. He couldn't even stay awake. So he fell asleep and was embraced by the darkness he was already familiar to. The last thing he saw was his new parents happy faces.

THE END