2 Womb Chronicles I

It's been weeks since I was born into this world. Well I suppose I haven't really been born yet, just created or maybe conceived? I have no idea. I wonder how people on Earth would react to the idea of babies being sentient the moment you unleash your nut. Actually, no, I can already imagine all the abortion debates.

First of all, these two keep going at it. It's ridiculous. Like dude, you need to give her a break before you break her back. That's common sense. Honestly, I can't consider these two as my parents. They look my age when I was on Earth. They act my age too.

Now, I can't understand any of what they're saying but my mom seems to be pretty loaded. Looking around as she goes about her daily routine, she seems to be some sort of noble, which is weird considering that there are definitely some certain modern elements to everything. We apparently live in a mansion decorated with ornate furniture and rich lovely colors.

This wouldn't be my first time in this kind of situation though. There's something about living the life of a noble that's somewhat unfulfilling though so I'd hate to go through something like that again, though this life seems different.

But yeah, back to my mom being a noble, her daily routine is pretty standard stuff anyways. She wakes up, gets ready for the day, eats, talks with her friends, looks at some paperwork, talks with her friends, reads a couple books, goes to the bathroom, talks with her friends, honestly just boring stuff. The one good thing about it is that I managed to learn little chunks of this world or maybe just this area's spoken language. The written one is still just completely out of my understanding.

To make matters worse, I can't stray too far away from her body or else I'll feel my soul weakening and dispersing. So I can't even fully explore the world. My guess is that souls can't survive without their bodies close enough to them.

So besides learning magic, I'll also get the perk of moving around once I get a body. Yeah, there's magic in this world. It gets used pretty much all the time. From what I could read over my mother's shoulder, the magic seems to be loosely based on the four elements. Indeed, looking at the pictures counts as reading, I don't care what anyone says about that.

My mother definitely has some magic capabilities but she doesn't seem to use them at all. Of course, maybe that's for the best. I have no idea what a stray fireball would do to me, as I'm a soul. The safer and less active she is, the safer I am.

At first, I didn't think there'd be a problem. After all, I'm a soul. I shouldn't be able to be touched or seen by regular physical things and regular physical people.

So one day, I'm just floating around my mother, following her around and stuff. This day seemed to actually be one of importance since she got dressed pretty quickly. Usually, she spends half an hour fussing about what to wear.

She walked around the spacious mansion before arriving in a grand hall. I could see other women and girls just like her talking. I can only thank God(which is funny because even after dying 359 times, I never met him)that I don't understand the language. It's already bad enough that I can see the toxic expressions on their face.

So a bunch of mind games disguised as mindless chatter, later, we meet this old guy. Now, he looks like he was gonna give my mother a hug but he just stops. Just imagine my face(like literally imagine it since I don't currently have one)when the son of a bitch looks up and stares at me. I dove straight back into my mother's womb.

She seemed to ask what was wrong and he kept trying to sound me out or something. I couldn't really tell. After some more nice chatter, he left. Still, that encounter remains on my mind.

I haven't felt like that in a while.

Personally, I think it's about time I got sent here. If reincarnation only sent you to random 'normal' worlds, that would be some sick twist in reality. If I can reincarnate and become the leader of an empire spanning hundreds of thousands of square miles, then throwing fireballs and facing off against guys who can see into the spiritual realm, was the next step.

To cope with the boredom of waiting to be born, I've been trying to get this girl to read the basic books on magic, or at least basic books on the language. Overall, each attempt seems to go better than the last. I've noticed that I can't touch the books so I used my intelligence to get out of this predicament.

Given that I have a soul, everyone else should probably, most likely, in all possibility, have a soul as well. I can't touch physical things but I should be able to touch her soul.

When I touched her soul, which unlike mine took a humanoid form, I felt a sort of link. I could feel her thoughts and worries. Not only that but I could transmit my thoughts into there as well. Of course, I had to disguise them as hers a little bit so it was more coaxing rather than mind invasion. This was essentially a victory on all fronts.

I could use her thoughts to begin learning the language. Hell, I might not even need the basic grammar book after a while of listening in on her thoughts and using them to translate her conversations. After all, thoughts are less actual words and more impulses and feelings so it's all laid plain to me. In addition to learning the language, I could learn more about my environment and more about magic. I just need to get her to read for me.

I don't know exactly much time has passed but at least a couple of weeks. My mother got worried about her lack of period and her cravings and all those other pregnant woman ailments, and decided to get tested.

Instead of going to a hospital, she got a doctor to come to her family's house where she's been living her whole life. He looked a little like how I was, bored and dissatisfied. Then I watched him do.. something..? I had no idea what he did but it was seemingly enough to show she was pregnant. There was a wonderful mixture of surprise, worry, and joy swirling through her mind.

This really put a damper on my plans to get her to read more. There's no amount of "hey, you should reread that book that you haven't touched since you were 12"'s that'll fully distract her.

And it turns out I was a bit off on the age thing. She's a bit younger than me, at 19. It's not the first time I'm 'older' than my mom.

The whole age thing is kinda screwed anyways. I could be considered 24 since that's the age I died on Earth, and I don't really feel any different from back then compared to now. I could also be considered thousands of years old if one compiled every single life I've lived. Or I could be considered just a month old embryo.

I didn't care much about it, just like I don't care much about the intricacies behind reincarnation. If I end up discovering the reason why the universe gives me infinite second chances, I'll want to know but it's not my life(lives) goal.

Living each life to perfection is all I want.

That's exactly why this is annoying. You'd think that a girl who gets railed every other day would be less surprised that a baby popped out. That's just simple cause and effect. But her shock is so palpable I can almost taste the electric currents. It's not even that big of a deal honestly. Four babies are born every second; I'm not any different.

I guess I'm really just a little bit scared that old guy from before will come back and connect a couple far-flung dots to make a sinister connection. Maybe enforcing the paranoid conviction would be difficult when my mother is still pregnant but I'll be much more accessible when I'm alive.

Man, this is exactly why this is annoying. If I could focus on learning more, I'll be more prepared for the world when I'm born and start growing.

Well, at least it's not like I haven't collected any knowledge. I have a much better understanding of the language, where I can have basic conversations. If I do have any questions, I can always inject a little question into my mother's mind and she'll answer, thinking she was just having one of those "that word looks kinda weird, did I spell it right" moments.

I also sorta understand magic. It's a lot more difficult than learning the language, mainly because a lot of concepts have to be intricately explained rather than simply thought.

Essentially, magic is just an expression of mana which is the energy that flows through everything that lives. It can be expressed in four main ways which branch off into countless other mini branches of magic. These four ways are the four main elements of earth, air, water, and fire. If you grow advanced enough in the manipulation of mana to express these elements, you can combine and refine them to achieve most things that exist in nature.

Theoretically, at least. No one can master mana to the extent that they can control every element, basic or advanced. People are generally more attuned to one element or the other, though it isn't impossible for them to use magic outside of that little affinity bubble.

My mother is apparently most attuned with air. This would make the expression of mana as air magic or advanced applications of it, easier for her.

Anyways, that's the extent of what I could comprehend. Life in the womb is tough but hopefully rewarding.