A New Set of Wings

Sora POV

"Fly. Your future awaits..."

Was the last thing she heard since she woke up in that plane and was able to move since the surgery began.

My eyes began to flutter open as I was faced with a baby toys danging down over my head. Blinking, seeing light enter the room and the quite chirps of the birds outside.

'Where am I?' you thought as you turned your head to look around the room. Everything looked big and enormous than what you has remembered. 'Why-' I looked at my hands.

"What the heck!!" I said. But no words that were audible came out but a screech and baby sounds. Resulting in me observing my hands closer seeing that my hands were small and stumpy.

'Baby hands...'

Soon enough loud footsteps were heard coming towards you and you looked at the door to see it open suddenly.

In came a woman with a bottle of milk and many other items in her hands. The woman placed down the items at the table in the corner and came over to me.

She picked me up and patted my back and checked if I needed my diaper changed. She pulled me away to face her face.

We stared at each other for a while. The woman has straight brown hair that reached her shoulders and shaped her face perfectly. She seemed to be in her 20s, I assumed. But she also had a caring and motherly aura around her.

She smiled at me and chuckled. "What's wrong Sora?" she said and held me in her arms while walking around the room. I blinked at her and felt my stomach rumble and signal that I'm hungry.

I started whining unintentionally and saw a bottle of milk at the table. I tried to reach towards it and the lady went over to pick it up.

She handed it to me. "Ah~ You were hungry, sorry Sora, my baby. Here you go." she told me as I drank the milk. I nodded my head in reply.

'Sora? Is that my name? 'My Baby'?' I thought. 'So I'm her daughter it seems and a baby.' I let the information sink in.

'I'm alive!!!' I screamed internally as I choked on the milk with a frantic mother who takes the bottle away and pats my back.

A little while later after me choking, my mother set me down in my crib and tucked me in. She began to caress my head soothing me as I slowly drift off to sleep.

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The next time awoke was in the night. Dark with a little light in the corner of the room acting as a night light. I layed there and looked at my hands and feet confirming I was a baby and somehow reborn?

Was this my chance or opportunity where that voice told me....

But was this even reality. Was this even true. Was I allowed to live again. Was I truly alive?

Knowing nothing of where I am now or what happened to you. Of why you were here. But I surely knew one thing.

I died. No going back, your dead. And yet here I am. As a baby

Those thoughts invaded your head. Dead. Dead. Powerless. Flightless. Useless. Dead. BABY.

Nothing you could do now that you are like this. Nothing that you really could do since you ended up to the way you were. But yet, you still held on to a slimmer of hope. A hope that maybe just maybe you can go back to what you had.

But yet, somehow you had a feeling that things are not really will stay as they were. After all that sentence rang in the back of your head. To "Fly" and a new "Future awaits". Just what was waiting for you. What future? But that one word made everything else at the moment not matter.

Fly

"Will I be able to? To fly?" I say to myself, unsure of where I am at the moment.

'Please let me fly once more. Let me play once more. Let me stand on the courts. Let me feel the stinging pain and the touch of a volleyball.....' I plead to myself.

'Let me play volleyball..'

Those were my last thoughts before I drifted off to sleep once more.

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Fate.

Fate believes in second chances or just decides that Sora will have more to accomplish here than where she came.

For Sora will she be able to accomplish her dreams and goals that she couldn't accomplish before. Will she be able to follow and gain new wings to fly. Will she continue to follow path that volleyball leads her.

For that not just volleyball she will be facing. She will be facing much more.

Rather than the sport itself and competition. She will be dealing with a group of volleyball idiots and players much like herself. Only thing is.

It's much more complicated than just that.