13 To feel alive 6.1

She stepped forward. The room temperature dropped. She raised her right arm, stopping her hand above the baby. She snaps her fingers. All the candles lightened with it.

She breathes slowly. "There is no turning back now. Again, I will do my best, but... Well, you won't hear me anyway." On her palm, a white flame appears. The flame is small. She closes her eyes and opens her mouth. The little flame on her hand grew in size rapidly. In no time, her whole arm was in a fire.

She turned her hand downwards, now her palm facing the baby. (I can't miss here.) With a very slow movement, she touches the baby with her burning hand. The flame was freezing cold, just like the room. The candle lights change color, from orange to white.

The fire from her arm sways and starts converging on the baby. After three minutes, only the baby has flames on his body. The candles have long extinguished, and her arm was black from the burning flame. The excitement overwhelmed her pain.

She opens her eyes slowly. The previous dark blue is a pale white. "Now it's up to you little one. Don't disappoint me." She fainted afterward. Before she could fall to the ground, the saintess robe turned into a chair to catch her. The Saint Robe will always protect the user, no matter what.

...

'How does it feel, son?' "Strange. It's the first time that I can talk to you properly, yet..." 'You don't need to apologize. We'll have plenty of time when you go to the Realm later on. For now, enjoy this mortal life.'

"I know that you mean every word, but it's really necessary for me to live among mortals?" 'You won't throw a tantrum before even coming to life, will you?' "Wish I could..." 'You can. We, gods, can do anything we want. The only thing that we cannot go against is the Ten Laws. Besides that, anything.' "Sure. But I'm a mortal now." 'Humph, clever boy...'

"So, I can't do anything I want." 'For now, at least. Look, our time here is limited. Soon this projection will end, and you'll come to life. Take your time in this world, it's not like I could die from waiting for too long. See you soon, my son.' "Bye, mom."

...

The room was messy. The saintess passed out, Andro's body was headless, and his head was bodiless. The candles melted. The square-shaped seal faded away. The only thing alive was on the table. A baby with pinkish skin and pointy ears, black hair, and a strange V-shaped birthmark below the eyes.

However, something was different. The baby had its eyes open. Purple, with stars on it. A magical sight. The baby's eyes move around looking at everything around him. Fascination, excitement. The start, the real start.