I was born after what felt like an eternity in suffocating darkness.
I gasped for air, for the first breathe I could take after being trapped in that awful confined space. I couldn't help but shriek as the world blurred before my underdeveloped eyes. The biting cold nipped at my bare body. Thankfully someone, a woman, soon cradled me, sharing her warmth and comfort.
I don't understand. Wasn't I much too large to be held in such a manner?
"What will miss call little master?" a high-pitched voice asked from somewhere nearby, interrupting my thoughts.
"Sarin, Sarin Black," the woman replied tired and breathless. She held me tight while I squirmed in her arms, blindly attempting to escape whatever hallucination my mind was conjuring.
Please, someone help me.
"Hush now little one," the woman whispered, her soft voice clashing against my shrill one. I eventually calmed under her placating presence and constant cooing. Exhaustion tainted my consciousness, beckoning me into a deep slumber.
I can figure everything out another day.