Angelica Cruz knew her life would end one way or another and she accepted it, she's not afraid of it. In fact she welcomed Death like an old friend, but Death decided to give her another chance and reward for her treating it like a friend since there's not so many people of age 18 welcome it especially after a car crash.
Don't get her wrong, she loves her family and best friends and she will definitely miss them but she's so done with the whole world especially college. She still dreams of having her own family though so when Death told her she can have another chance she definitely grab it just to experience having her own family, having her own babes and a loving partner.
She didn't expect anything. So just imagine her shock when she's enveloped in darkness and stayed there for almost an eternity and felt herself growing, her body changed and she giggled when she can feel something between her legs. Oh boy! This is going to be amazing for her especially when she also wanted to experience being a man.
Soon, the darkness constricts and she knows she... excuse her it should be he is being born.
He fought his way and after a few minutes outside the womb he opened his eyes, he didn't cry but look at curiously around the medieval setting of the room he's in.
"Ho-how is it? Is it a he or a she?" Despite labored breaths he heard and understood his new mother, he struggled to look at her but the elderly woman held his head firmly and gently while bringing him to his mother. When he finally saw her he thought she is a beauty and he giggled, when he's finally in her arms he laughed and cooed and made so much noise bringing the ladies to dote on him.
A door opened and a man who assumes his father is handsome, but what struck him is he's appearance of a younger Balon Greyjoy from A Game of Thrones. Gosh, Theon got it from his father...
He squirmed, somehow getting louder. He didn't know he's not laughing anymore or crying, he just made a lot of noise until his noises died down when he's in his father's arms. He grinned as much as he could and masked his hate towards the man, he is family now but he will try and not get close to him.
"What do you think of him my Lord?" his mother, Alannys, asked her husband.
"Rodrik is a loud cryer when he is brought into this world, like waging a war cry over and over and not calming down until midnight. Maron is like him but only for an hour. Asha came kicking and screaming but this one, this one laughed and laughed and quite reserved. Theon would be his name to honor our Drowned God."
"Wise choice of words, my Lord Husband."
The door opened and he heard multiple footsteps of who he would guess be his siblings, and boy was he right as a 7 year old Rodrik, 4 year old Maron and 3 year old Asha surround him as his father knelt in front of his children near his rock wife and presented them Theon.
Maron scrunched his face as he peered at his younger brother, "He looks so little and weak." he said as suddenly the infant eyes focused on his eyes and smiled at him as if to mock him, it made his hairs stand on end and goosebumps rise on his skin as the babe laughed. It gyrates his ears because he knows it's a mocking one.
Rodrik laughed at Maron and stroked the babe's head, surprisingly gentle for a kid his age. Theon looked at him and grinned a gummy smile, at that smile he knew he would protect Theon at all costs even by being remembered as a bad big brother... he would never want to see his brothers and sister weak in front of any one.
Asha peered down at Theon and immediately fell in love with his baby brother, she looked at her parents' proud faces and decided that she would help make Theon into a strong man.
Little did the family know but the infant does a storm is brewing in three years time...
'Drowned God, let my parents be as in love as they are now and to the future to prevent my father's ambitions and slightly change him away from the Old Way. Don't let my brothers perish and my sister be alone when the time comes my father would rebel, don't worry about me and guide me now and always even though I still believe more in my friend whose name is Death.'