Chapter 2

I woke up to darkness and a feeling of floating. The first thing I realized was that I was probably in the womb. My second thought was shit. Don`t get me wrong, I am excited to be in this universe, but I didn't want to be reborn...as a baby. I thought that I would wake up as an 11-year-old or something. Now I have to go through all the annoying baby shit...literally. I will have to deal with it, I guess, no crying over something that I can`t stop now. Now that I am here, I need to focus on how to get stronger, hopefully, meet the important characters, and do some magic. I can`t wait to learn spells, potions, magic creatures; the list is endless, so much to do in so little time. The pathway moon and white tower should help me learn, though, so that's not a big deal. Oh crap, that reminds me, I wonder...and yep, I know all the ingredients and steps needed to make the potions for the pathways. HELL YES. I am getting impatient just thinking about all this stuff. Come on, body develop faster, and women do something to make me born...I want magic, and I want it now, dang it.

****Later***

I can see the light; I guess that means I am being born. I wonder who my parents are? I wonder if I will be a wizard...will it be a pureblood, muggle-born, or half? What time am I in? Shit...he never said. He also never said where I would be born either...SHIT...okay, calm down. You can worry about that later; now you are being born, focus on that.

As I got closer to the light, I got more excited, one step to my journey. When I was finally out of the womb, I got hit in the face twice. Once by the unbelievable bright light around me, imagine being in a dark room for a month and then having someone shine a flashlight at your face. The second slap on the face was... it's fucking cold...like my balls are frozen cold. I always thought that the cold wasn't that bad, well today I have realized how wrong I was.

The two things combined made me start to cry, why because one, I was cold as fuck, and two, it's fucking bright, damn it. They could at least dim the lights down at the very least.

A few seconds after getting slapped in the face by life, I was covered up with a blanket. It was great, fuck you cold. I could hear what seemed to be my parents and a midwife

"Liz. Congratulations it's a boy"

'Oh thank God I can understand these people…did not want to learn a new language' I thought to myself.

"Thank you…Let me see him" said what I believe to be my mother. The women took me into her arms, and I got to see her face. She was very beautiful with brown hair, and bright green eyes. If she is this pretty then maybe my father is. If that is the case then I am handsome fuck yeah. I was pretty average looking in my previous life so this just makes my new life better.

My mother and I stayed like that for a few minutes before I heard the door open up. I saw a very average looking man come in. Average as in you would not even bother with him if you saw him. My first thought was 'please do not let this be my father'. Hopes and dreams are crushed very easily.

"Honey…is this our son?" He said. Great not only is he average looking but stupid too.My mother stared at him most likely thinking 'why did I marry him' and said "Yes, this is our son"

"Good…now tell me how we are going to afford this LIZ..I told you that we should not keep him"

I did not like this…I looked at my new mother and saw her face. She looked like she was just slapped in the face with depression. It was only when I saw her sad face that I looked around me. The home I was in looked broken, there were holes in the walls. This was definitely not a hospital

"We can make it…we just have to try. I am sure we can" Said my mother, she seemed desperate.

My mom and father argued about what they were going to do about me. I could not help but cry. My father was pissed about it, so my mother took me to the crib. Being in the crib, I felt kind of bad. In my previous life, my father left my mother for whatever reason she never said. I did not even know the guy, hell I tried to look him up multiple times and found nothing. It was like he was not even real. I grew up poor with my siblings and mom. When my mother was mad, she would say that it was our fault that we did not have anything. I tried to not let it bother me, but now seeing this situation I could not help but feel sad. 'No..this is not my fault. They had me, I did not have them' I thought to myself.

I was starting to get tired. Hopefully my new parents' figure this out. I closed my eyes, maybe tomorrow will be better I thought to myself.

I woke up in a basket next to a door. The idea that my parents left me hurt…I did not know if this was because of me being a baby or something else. I started to cry, it was only a few minutes before an older woman opened the door. She had gray hair, brown eyes, and an average-looking face. She was wearing what looked like an older nun uniform. She seemed like a kind old lady that you see in shows and movies.

"Oh my what do we have here" She said to me

Holy shit...she has the kind old lady voice. Holy shit...I am going to call her kind old lady. I don't give a bloody fuck what her name is...Kind Old Lady it is. Hahaha, thank you, god, for kind old ladies. She picked me up from the basket and brought me into the building.

The building was a little old. She took me down a long hallway, where I assumed the rest of the newborns were. After a few minutes, we reached a room. The room was pretty big, with multiple cribs in it. The ceiling was painted in blue color, and the walls were painted pink. Not sure why, but hey, more power to you. The women put me in the crib, and I couldn't help but feel excited. Magic, adventure, and some action. I couldn't wait to learn all I could from this place.

Thinking about it...that guy said I would know all the ingredients for the Beyonder powers. It sucks that I can only go to sequence 8, but still, that is pretty dope. Let me see....closing my eyes to focus and bang...I knew all the ingredients, what the powers were, and what sequence paired with what.