The feeling of the unknown came to my mind in the path of nothingness that led me astray from what I had originally been.

Recalling lost memories was pointless, something had removed or completely blocked away the former knowledge I had grown to know. Yet my emotions and further developed mind stayed intact within this long and vast tube of darkness. Submerged, into what seemed like an ocean. Fed by an unknown straw that magically passed food through my throat with my eyes unopened and my body growing from what was formerly a speck.

Time and time again, voices would emit from the outside with caring voices and the sense of warmth from what seemed to hold me dearly in this small and cramped space. The need to escape from this place always came to mind, yet my body remained unmovable and small.

Whether this was normal or not, very little communication would come from an unknown source that often lit the area, giving me the sight of deep redness. Due to the shut and unwilling nerves to open and widen my eyes in this secluded area.

Their voice was peaceful and caring, but the feeling expelled from this being was neither as warm and touching as the ones that always provided peace to me.

Light and darkness possessed itself upon me the more I continued to grow and develop as the limited space turned even more cramped than before and the voices became clearer and more understandable. The language was different from what I had been thinking inside my brain, but the further I heard it the more I came to understand its basics.

My senses increased as the feeling of things I touched were much more sensible but smelling and seeing were still out of the question. It was abnormal as I was sure that by now or sooner, I should've been able to do such things. After all, I was already a developed person, right?

It felt unjust and I became a tyrant wanting out of this cramped place that secluded me away from what I lived to be that still didn't come to mind. With now a moving and capable body, I kicked around and swung my hands around forming fists every while as the feeling of panic evoked within the senses attached to me.

Continuing, a light lit up above me as if to show an exit to this damned place as I began to slide my way there with the feeling of a cold breeze touching the top of my head. I was in pain as soon as I left that place, but I was held up with my small figure as a strange fabric traveled my body cleaning away the feeling of unsoothing liquid.

My eyes now capable of opening, revealed a vast room yet disturbed with the light that limited my vision to only things in a close proximity.

Lowered down by a strange crimson red haired woman, the touch of warmness lit up by the thing or individual that had taken hold of me. Laid down onto a cushion, her vibrant long blonde hair excelled beauty. She was filled with large breasts that emitted sweat from the tiredness that filled her body.

Short pants came from her mouth that formed a smile as her hands touched my small face that made me realize who I now am in this unbeknown world. I am this person's child, born from her womb and kept in perfect health from everything she indulges herself with.

"Elysia, that is your name."

Her forehead touched my own, warming me up and forming a smile that befitted a small unintelligent child.

A name, placed upon the creature I was born to be. The name given by the woman, I would grow to cherish and praise as my own mother.

A small river of water formed in a floating matter as a spectacle began with mother being the one in control of the illuminated lights of flames and colors formed. The scenery was magical and by now, I knew this was something I had no knowledge of even from what I was before.

Even so, I was intrigued with this bizarre phenomenon that unfolded itself around me, giving light to many opportunities in this world.

Sonia Straga, the name behold of the mother who now raised me. Her husband, a strong and buff man, is quite capable with the large long sword he possesses. My parents are both blonde with similar colored eyes of pure lantern hued brown.

Upon many reactions from visitors and family, I am quite the different specimen. I am incapable of seeing myself in a mirror as there is barely none to be found in the household made of wood and rubble.

Even so with the constant and loudly whispers, the difference most of all in me came to be my eyes. I have no knowledge of what they were different on, yet they seemed alarmed and distant by the fact that stood in front of them.

Well, not standing but laid right under their eyes in a crib.

Elysia Straga, my birth name. It’s sound represents more of a feminine than masculine. However I’ve grown accustomed to the name despite the signs of a man laying dormant under the diapers that seemed old and raggedy.

“Elysia, open wide.” Mother would silently speak, laying me upon her large breast.

In all honesty, this seemed to excite me the first time it came to occur. Yet the more I’ve experienced the more boring it became and my emotions for this mother became more of her child. It was meant to be, indeed it was. Yet I wanted to feel my old self trying to recall something that does not respond to my commands.

Sorcery, or magic. It’s the thing that lit interest in my life from the very beginning.

While swordsmanship proved the same as I’d watch my father practice. Mothers affinity into magic caught my full attention as I grasped into something that seemed so distant despite it being so close.

My curiosity seemed bound to this phenomenon that was too unfamiliar. It was something of a longing that I was desperate to attain but unable to do so.

Those emotions coursed through the veins and blood in my body as my try in spell-casting only led to disappointment with the undeveloped vocal cords. It was pathetic, but at the same time common knowledge to be unable to speak as an infant.

Similar to an irregular, was how I felt during these times of infancy. Unable to walk or even crawl around much less let out a word of plead and help. Rage developed out of this infant body as the wait and anticipation would always get the worst out from me.

Then again, this is how the life of a small child should always be. Perhaps the wait is necessary, but it was a long time to wait for my first execution to evoke out.

Just a little longer. Is what I’d come to say to myself the more I’ve lost my patience.

Wait to harness your power, Elysia Straga.