Born from gold

My body is engulfed in pain, my head assaulted by the sound of a crying baby.

Fog blinds my mind as i try to recall anything previous to this, failing miserably because of it.

I try to move, to get up and find the source of the sound, but to no avail as my body refuses to do as i order.

I can feel something wrapped around me, hear not only cries but a strange language which i do not understand and perceive the smell of flowers and perfume, and yet i cannot see.

As i perceive the different sensations, a new one adds to the bunch; as i feel myself being lifted by someone i realize that i am either surrounded by giants, or I have somehow shrunk, given that my body is now completely wrapped in that someone arms.

"^&÷¥#(#**$*"

That someone is talking to me in that incomprehensible language, even though i cannot understand it's words i can easily identify the kind of tone that is using...like that of a mother.

I try to open my eyes to look at the one uttering the affectionate words which i cannot understand, failing at first, i didn't took long for me to open them barely.

What i saw was a woman of elven appearance, with pale skin lacking of imperfections, long and delicate hair reminiscent of golden rays of sunlight, and eyes that were the lively image of a fiery and golden sun.

The woman who held me in her hands was perfect in both body and face, and could only be described as beauty incarnated, something that couldn't exist and yet it was in front of me.

As i was mesmerized by her beauty the fog that covered my mind dissipated, and i remembered...

The nurses and doctors, the smell of antiseptics, the bandages that covered my rotting body, the blood that constantly dripped out of my collapsed veins.

I remembered it all, my mostly solitary life and my agonizing death.

And i also remembered this woman, but not because i have met her before, that would have been impossible, since she is...

Queen Marika the eternal.

Vessel goddess of the Greater Will, ruler of the lands between and mother of offspring possessing demigod status.

But that should be impossible...after all, she isn't a real person, or even some legend from ancient times, she is a game character.

I played the game some months before the event that would doomed me to an brutal and slow death, and i was familiar with its history and lore.

It was a good game, but that was all, a simple game, and yet she is right in front me...as if i had reincarnated in the world of said game

Just as i was pondering of the absurdity of all this, I heard the loud sound of someone slamming a door open.

The next thing i knew was that i was being held in the air by a man who could only be described as testosterone taken human form.

He is a tall man  built like a mountain with arms the size of logs and muscles which were clearly visible through his clothes.

He had long greyish hair and a small beard, even though he looked younger than what he looks like in the game, it would be impossible for me not to recognize him.

The first elden lord, Godfrey; also know as Hoarah Loux, Warrior.

Upon his back was an armored white lion who's size was a perfect match for the elden lord giant like physique. Beast regent Serosh, the king of all beasts in the lands between.

"₩×),$)$₩(,@,$"£&(÷, Godwyn!"

Even though he speak with obvious joy, which i could see in his face, i couldn't understand his words just like whit Marika.

But there was one word that i did recognized, a name.

By now it was obvious that my body is that of a baby, Godfrey and Marika had three sons of which two were born as cursed omens, since i do not see horns growing out of my body i can only assume that i am the one who wasn't cursed, Marika's first born.

Does this mean that i...became Godwyn?

Well, since i do not like the idea of becoming a giant fish monstrosity...this does not look good.