RE; Birth

Luke fon Fabre.... Luke fon Fabre.....was that my name?. I can't even remember my name at this point slowly but surely I'm beginning to fade. My body, soul and eventually even my thought is beginning to disappear....

Everything went according to his plan, the kidnapping, the fake prophecy and even my own birth was calculated so that the ultimate goal could be fullfiled the birth of a vessel for God . I'm not even real mearly a replica of the original Luke fon Fabre even thought we both hated each other in the end we wished for the same thing the salvation for Auldrant and thus we sacrificed our own bodies to create a miracle strong enough to clear the miasma but in doing so we created the perfect vessel for him Lorelei.

The last thing I see was that thing with our face talking to our companion without a shred of hesitation using our own memory to gain their trust and cruelly show his true color by stabbing each one them in the back if I would still have a mouth I would have screamed.

How I wished couldn't see it their faces as they realize what happen, they cursed me for betraying their trust and how foolish of her to love me a replica, a clone.

'The adventure, the hardship, sorrow and sacrifice that we suffered was it all in vain was there no justice no reward not even a tiny hope for us someone please anyone please answer me please.. don't.... I don't want to die'.

Bright light pierce into my eye forcing me awake.

" Ugh where is this place...."

'Wait I'm not dead but that's impossible!,'

As soon as wake up and begin to examine my body I started to realize something seems different..

'wait my body it seem to be a bit..'

" Master Luke! Your awake! Oh thanks Lorelei! Guards! quickly summon the Duke and Duchess young master Luke is finally awake".

Without even waiting for me to make sense of what's happening I was surrounded and hugged from all side it is only then that I realize that I have returned yes I have returned to to the day that I was born to this world.

To be precise I was not born from this world yes I was created. The real Luke fon Fabre was kidnapped at this day and was cloned to make a replica 'me' all for the sake of destroying a prophecy. Human thoughts that making a second 'Luke' would throw a wrench into the plan of God into fate but neither of us know that we are just puppet dancing in his palm.

As I look at my mother Susanne which haven't stopped crying.

" Oh Luke! Thanks Lorelei, thank you for being safe and sound I can't believe you were taken from us!"

And my father stern gaze.

" Your safe now Luke don't you worry I will make sure everyone that dared to touch my son will be punished and be brought to justice!".

Yes they are not my parents no a being like me do not have a parent even so. Their grief, rage and care for me was real, yes their care for me before and they will care for me now and that was enough no that was more than enough even if I'm not Luke to me they will be always my....

"Father, mother i...i...i...."

Word fails me for the joy of even seeing them blur my eyes and cause tear to flow it feels like eternity since I last see them.

" There there Luke you are a Fabre you should not cry too much rest now and talk after you have collected your self your mother and I will be waiting in our quarters ".

After some consoling from my mother both of them left and give a strict order to the guard to watch over me. Even now everything feels like dream how could this be real to be returned to the past 10 years ago? The mere though of it is ridiculous but even so I can't deny that is reality but how? Why? And by whom will was I sent back? The thought of it all continue to assail me as sweet slumber of sleep start to overtake me.