7 Birth

Looking over at the now changed planets that are torn and bearing the scars of war,

I sigh, 'Why must mortals be so greedy as to kill billions just for some things what might or might not give them power?'

Thinking more and more about this question I became perplexed, 'I will never understand the question unless I become a mortal..'

Abruptly with those words, it gave me an idea, 'I can split off a bit of my aura, and it can form a mortal. Although, the mortal will look a lot different than the rest.'

I rubbed my chin with thought when children of light are born; usually, the mother and father choose to kill it as it will bring them hardship. Also this mortal I'm going to create wouldn't look like the father naturally... I'm not quite sure how that would play out. Although sometimes it can happen if something is 'within' the child. Equally, with certain bloodlines, physical changed would happen such as odd or utterly different hair and eye color than what was normal.

Nevertheless, some people make a Bloodline bond with certain magical beasts to make them stronger and in turn give their descendants a stronger start in life. But even with only a Bloodline mutation; factions would kill the parents once found and take the child and raise it in their faction, as it will grow to be a powerful individual even if they don't train.

....

Children of light are covered in a tattoo of chains from the neck down. If the child's aura isn't restrained before growing up, later down the line the parents would most likely die from the pressure. The only openly known child of light, as well as Bloodline descendent, is two of the three credited with ending the Thousand Year War, Florin while the other, Jimen, has a light dragon Bloodline.

But even they had their parents killed or assassinated by various factions or sects in hopes of acquiring them and raising them in their care as to grow in power and influence. Although this doesn't happen so much now due to the war being over although it doesn't mean that just because the surface of the water is calm, that there isn't a raging current underneath.

Just thinking about this made me frown in dismay. 'Well, I hope that the couple I get born through doesn't try to kill me right away or they, themselves, get killed."

Being ready for what was ahead I severed a significant portion of my aura just in case things do happen to go wrong. Alongside this, I have also formed Lerik (The weird god that wiggled his nub) into a tattoo of the necklace that I'm letting him recover in around my neck. Eventually, so that it will at least partially look as if it's supposed to belong there with the chains I will soon adorn all over my body. With all of that finished, I send my aura of a god onto a random planet; eventually, I close my eyes and sleep.

'Being born a mortal feels, odd,' I thought this as I started to form inside the woman.

Everything was black and felt strange until I formed a body similar to how I had once done in the void. Soon with the formation of my ears, I noticed that her voice sounds sweet and welcoming as the morning chill on a summer's day, her husband seemed to be somewhat poor but healthy and has a good character from the conversations I had heard through her stomach. From what I could hear it sounded like my mother was a wealthy noble who fell for a poor farm slave. After some time, they had me.

The couple was thrilled to be having a child but terrified if her father finds out as he could have both of them killed, but I wouldn't ever let that happen. Ever since I suspected this, I would always make it so they would have the best of luck in avoiding her father, furthermore, to not question as to why things were happening to my mother's body in preparation to conceive me.

The months flew by, and I was growing larger and larger until one day there was yelling that woke me up. People were screaming, and things were breaking,

"They're raiding the estate! Where are the guards!"

There were masked men killing everyone they saw running around, only with me bending the light around my mom as she ran were we able to get away from them. But my mom was frantically running through flames, casting any sort shield spells was tricky since I was in her womb and could equally harm my mother if something were to go wrong. To escape from the inferno that was her home, she fled and hid in the slums where a couple had taken her in,

seeing her in such a state, they were frantic,

"You have serious burns everywhere; what happened to you!"

They were laying wet towels all over my mother's burned body to try and sooth the pain as it was all they could do. My mother only replied with a scream, 'It looks like I'm finally coming out.' I was moving toward a bright light until a slightly undernourished female, and a somewhat dirty male in ragged clothing pulled me out. The first thing they saw was the tattoo of the necklace and suddenly the worlds will created a pressure that threatened to crush them into dust. As it was swiftly placed on the two, they spit up blood and almost died.

They never dropped me, showing their determination to keep me safe, in spite of that the pressure still injured them as they were too close to me when the tattoos of black chains appeared around my torso, my arms as well as my legs suppressing the majority of my power. Along with the chains that were forming, my hair was turning pure white with a tinge of silver, my eyes were the color of gold and jade and were exceedingly beautiful to look at.

As the chains and my appearance were changing the pressure that I gave the two were lessened by a vast amount. Still, they were panting and spitting out bits of blood every now and again, their bodies looked pale, and they were drenched in cold sweat. Although they knew what could happen to them if I was found in their care, they wrapped me in a piece of cloth and held me close.

They looked back up at the badly burned woman only to see her no longer breathing. The pressure that I gave off during the world will suppressing me when I was born was the last little bit her horrendously burned body was able to handle before dying.