"The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins."- Edgar Allan Poe
In the beginning I thought I was just asleep. It was plausible enough with how I could feel such an interesting fabric twirling beneath my fingers. It's hard to explain but there was a blanket covering me, maybe like a cocoon, protecting me from harsh light.
It was nice and dark. It was bliss. I felt a connection of some sort though, something, I dunno… magical. I couldn't concentrate. It was all fuzzy, and I felt scared because concentration was a characteristic of mine I was so proud of. On top of everything, there was confusion. Where was I? Why was I here? How was I here? Was my family okay? Were my friends okay? My pets? Coworkers?
I racked my brain for the last thing I could have possibly remembered. I was….home, cooking…. curry…. went to different room…. working on self project…. and then everything was so hot…. It was burning and I…!
I could feel myself shaking, and I didn't stop for quite a while. I thought that after I stopped, I would feel safe again. I was wrong. After thinking, I felt even more scared than I was before. I wasn't burning but I felt comfortably warm, and it was the only thing I could hold onto for solace, yet at the same time I wondered if I held on too long, were there consequences to be burned?
And just like that, I was ripped away from the subdued flames and into a cold blizzard. I had trouble breathing, the air was dense and I whimpered. I wanted to scream but I felt too weak to even try. Cold layers surrounded me poking and prodding my skin. There was a shrill cry, a pained one, but for a reason, I think was wrong of me to think, it made me feel grateful I wasn't the only one going through some sort of suffering.
I tried to yell out. "Yes! I'm over here! Please help!" It was foolish of me to think. If we were both in pain, how could they help me? How could I help them? What could we possibly provide for each other?
I was answered by more soft warmth. Warm objects, warm arms, and warm words.
"Shhh, it's okay now, we're all done," A feminine voice whispered close to my ear. Her words, I believed them. I was safe, and my dangerous thoughts cleared away like wind to a cloud.
I wanted to reach out to her and thank her. Her words gave me strength. Slowly I opened my eyes, and, though it was blurry, there was a tired young woman. She was in her twenties I'd think. She had beautiful light brown hair that came down in waves and curls, and pretty deep brown eyes that showed off so much emotion.
It came to my attention that she was so much larger than I was. She was holding me in her arms when she looked so weak and vulnerable at the moment. Was it even possible for someone to be that giant? Or was I just an absolutely tiny idiot?
I decided on the latter and thought to myself again. She was tired and in pain, and me, I was tiny, she was holding, me in her arms.
"You have such a cute little face, and such beautiful blue eyes. You must have inherited that from your father." She whispered again and snuggled me closer. "Would you like to hold her, love?" She looked to her upper left.
"I-I'd be honored my queen." And there, I was left shocked. Their dialogue made it all click into place. I was in the body of a newly born infant, and my parents were of royal lineage, making me a princess.
Not only that was news to me, but that man, my….father had dark blue hair with blue eyes to match. A silver shoulder plate, a white battle torn cape, and on the side with his shoulder plate was a sleeve that went all the way down to his gloved hand, while his other arm was bare save for a glove. It…. It looked so familiar.
Slowly and gently, he lifted me, probably so as not to harm me… an infant. "Did you have a name in mind for her?" Mother asked wearily her hands folding on top of each other.
"I was thinking of the name Lucina in honor of my late grandmother." He bounced me in his arms a little. "What do you think?" His blue eyes looked into mine, and he had such a heartwarming smile on his face that I couldn't help but smile back a little.
"I think she likes it." Mother smiled. "Our little baby, Lucina." Her eyes drooped and she looked close to collapsing.
"I suppose I should leave you two to sleep. You just gave birth after all." Father placed me in a crib next to Mother, and left the room whispering, "Rest easy now, my loves."
"Goodnight Lucina…." Mother whispered once more before entering a state of peaceful slumber.
And no matter how much I didn't want to follow her example of sleep, my new body had already decided it for me.
This is my first fanfiction so please be don't very harsh in reviews.
I'm surprised no one has thought of doing something like this for Awakening already. I know there are ones that are in Lucina's point of view, and SI-OC's as Robin, but not as a child from the future? I was originally planning to do this with Morgan or Marc but I feel as if a story where a young woman in put in Lucina's place would a little more interesting.
And to make things interesting for you readers, I'm going to ask a question to you guys at the end of each chapter.
If you were going to be reborn as one of the future children characters, regardless of gender, which one do you think you would most likely end up as?
I would probably be Severa but a tad bit less teenage girly.
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