After the revelation of my new identity my mother set me back down in the crib. I am not going to lie I am a bit lost for words. When I became the Dark God, I was a bit lost too but, after some time I settled into my roll. The best I can do right now is to just train my body and come to terms with my new name. I have already had this conversation with myself in the past, but I feel like I need to go over it again.
What is a name? Some say it is how one identifies oneself, others say it is just a label. I’m more of a follower of the former opinion. When I became the Dark God, I forsook my previous name and embraced the roll. It was slightly easier because the roll was already there, I just needed to fill it. What about Sophia though? Who is Sophia? What kind of person do I want to be? Do I want to be a necessary evil, a Hero that fights that evil, or just some person? Those were all roles I played in the past; I need a new role. Is Sophia going to be the no nonsense girl, a girl who likes to play with boys? Do I want to be the book worm girl or the natural talented genius? Maybe I am looking at this wrongly. Why forsake who I used to be? I know in my last life I wanted to be a better man then I was in my first. What is so wrong about being mediocre? Staying out of the limelight avoiding people’s gazes… Why not be all. I can be a naturally talented genius but, I can be humble about it and live a typical life. I can also be the Anti-Hero. I have made the tough choices of taking a life before I can do it again as long as it ultimately helps the whole. I can come up with an alias.
Yeah, Sophia is me an amalgamation of my first and second life and the time I spent as the Dark God. Sophia is just another name that I carry, Sophia is me, all of me “cogito ergo sum” and I am me. Now when do I show off my talents? Now is as good a time as any right? With that being said I continued my exercise while drawing mana into myself.
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It has been a week sense I was reborn again. I think my mother is starting to get suspicious of my actions. Unlike a normal baby I don’t do a whole lot of sleeping, using mana to keep myself awake. I did have to cut down on my exercise with her entering my room more often lately. There was also another interesting development, with my constant circulation of mana, my body has adapted, and I circulate while I sleep. This has helped my body develop faster. I can now see my room in some clarity. The clarity it more akin to looking through a dirty window but, it is still clear enough to where I can make out some details. For example, my room is roughly ten feet by ten feet with cream-colored walls. My crib is about four feet by two feet; it is made out of wood with dowels of an alternating pattern of a light-colored wood and a darker colored wood. The mattress I lay on is a light pink color and is surprisingly soft. I have a little embroidered blanket with designs of cartoons like suns and moons. I don’t know if they somehow knew my elemental alignment, but it was quite amusing to find out. Oh yeah and I am also an Elf. Being a human for two lifetimes is a nice change. I was also able to spot some more details on my mother’s face. She has a heart-shaped face with a sun kissed freckled complexion and bright blue eyes with long wavy blond hair the point of her ears just barely peeking out. I still have yet to see my father’s face clearly. He has only entered this room twice sense I was born and it was only to grab my mother.
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Today will mark my first month in this world. A lot has happened, or well a lot for a baby. I finally got a good look at my father. Like my mother, he is also an Elf, he has a squarish face and permanent RBF with dull red eyes and short black hair. After the first week and a half he started spending time watching me. Most of the time he would just sit in a chair in my room which I dubbed the voyeur chair. He would just sit there and read the newspaper or read a book. He doesn’t do a whole lot of actual watching which lets me push myself some more. Pushing myself resulted in me rolling over and holding my head up. I was so happy that I may or may not have squealed in excitement. This caused my mother to run into the room along with two followers. It turned out I had some older siblings. I haven’t quite got their names, so I have been mentally referring to them as thing 1 and thing 2. They are twins I think, thing one is a boy with blond hair and red eyes and a square face like my father’s and tanned skin. Thing two is a girl with long black hair, blue eyes, heart shaped face like my mother’s and a grey skin tone. They only cared about me for about five seconds that day then they ran off. After that not much happened but now, I can prop myself up on all four limbs.
Which leads me to today. My mother entered the room and picked me up out of the crib; finally, something else other than that boring old room. Like seriously I have studied every detail of those damn walls. I forgot to mention I can finally see everything, in fact my vision is sharper than it was as a human and in the dark, I can see as well. I mean colors and stuff are really dull, but I can definitely see in the dark now without a spell.
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Anyway, my mom came in and picked me up and started taking me somewhere. We left my room to enter into a hallway, like my room the hallway was also covered in a cream-colored paint. We swung a left out of my door, and down the hallway was a set of stairs. We had a two-story house. Downstairs opened up into a living room with a play pen sitting in the middle of the room. My mom walked me over and laid me down on the floor. Against one wall in the living room were two windows.
I’m not going to lie I got lost in staring outside. My room did not have any windows, and it was starting to feel stuffy. Not to mention it has been a couple of centuries since I have seen the sky and clouds. Unfortunately, there were stupid buildings in the way of my beautiful sky. While they were in the way I still could see the sky.
After a bit of staring I took stock of this room. On the one wall with the windows was also a door. On the wall some paintings of my family hung. I wasn’t in any of them but that was to be expected. Against one wall sat a plush chair in which my father was sitting in and reading another book. There was also a couch sitting behind me facing the window. Behind that was the kitchen along with a small round table with four chairs.
Now that I have more space it was time for phase two sitting and crawling. Fun fact sitting takes a good amount of core strength and again babies ate weak. Fortunately for me I am now a strong baby. So, I primed myself and sat up from laying down. It was actually a lot easier than I thought it was going to be. I nodded to myself confident in the next step, crawling. After sitting I flung myself forward onto all fours. I took my right hand, raised it and placed it in front of me. I followed that with my left knee, picking it up and moving it forward. Then I repeated that step with the next two limbs. After a bit I was successfully crawling and squealing with excitement. At least that’s probably what my parents heard in truth I was say “Fuck yeah.” In every language I knew.
This caused everyone to come over and watch me giggle and shout profanities of excitement in six different languages. I turned my head to my father smirked and attempted to crawl backwards. The first couple of movements were a bit shaky, but I got it eventually. That’s right this diaper covered ass can finally move. Wait a moment. I came to a stop as I finally realized something. I have not passed any sort of waste sense I was born, because my body had zero waste. This was something I got used to it when I became the Dark God, but an infant should not be able to breakdown the food in their body so efficiently as to not create waste. “Shit,” I squeaked to myself. Well, I am supposed to be a genius baby with the ability to use mana so it should be fine right. Just then someone knocked on the front door.
My mom answered the door and exchanged some words with the person, and let them in. It was an older human man with a long grey bread and a balding head. He looked like the definition of old wise wizard. He was wearing a colorful robe of blue and red. My mom gestured the man to me and said something along the lines of “This is Sophia,” I have been starting to get a grip on the language, but it wasn’t that great of a grip. It could have been “That’s Sophia,” or “My daughter Sophia.” I doubt it was the last one, but you get the point.
The man started to approach me while rummaging through his robe. While he was doing this, I was slowly backing up away from the man only to be picked up by my mother. The man finally grabbed something that looked like a mix between a magnifying glass and that thing doctors use to check your ears. He approached me and held the thing up to me chest then my abdomen while muttering to himself. He then quickly passed the thing around my body. He said something to my mom and then put a finger on my chest. Then I felt his mana try to enter my body. That was not happening. I focused my will and stopped his mana from entering my body while I shot a glare at him. Then man smirked then said something to my parents. Their eyes widened with shock looked at me then back to the man. Thing one asked my mom something, but she didn’t answer. The man continued to say some things I only caught a few words nothing substantial enough to figure out what he was talking about. My parents asked him some questions, he answered then he left with a bow.
My parents set me back down in the play pen where thing one and two joined me. They attempted to play with me, but I just crawled away from them lost in thought. This prompted an unofficial game of chase, with thing one and two following me. Honestly, I was just pacing while I was thinking and heard giggles behind me. The encounter with the man was weird, or it was at first. After a few moments of consideration, I realized that my parents were concerned about me, after all I had not pissed or shit sense I was born. I only give my parents half a point for that because they should have grabbed a doctor or healer a lot sooner. After another moment I gave them an extra quarter point because in their eyes other than me not extruding waste I was healthy, I was eating and moving. They also could have had to save the money for it. Overall, they now don’t have to worry about potty training.
