Have to say the be some drama before all the fun stuff can begin, just don't want to shock you all when it happens that's all.
The next following day when I woke up it came to me like I shock, being born into this world may have been better but the flashing memories of my death were corrupting my mind. In no time I could hear myself cry, scared and lonely. It was that until two gentle hands picked me up and she called to me which I guessed was again my new name and from the sound of her voice she wanted to calm me down. Sure it was such new experience knowing exact was happening yet being just a small baby. Was it what every baby experience? If so would I forget my past life so fast I could speak and walk on my own? It seemed I could just wait for the right moment to find out. Would it make less intelligent? Was my question. Did all babies had such thought as I did or was my case extra special? You could wonder I mean they barely did anything from eating, peeing and sleeping then also crying. At this point I could not even sight to express my irritation which came from my overthinking about things.
'Maybe if I remember all this I could write book about this' look at me just a baby and already planning my future how crazy could it actually get from this point on.
The days went and so fast I could see I started to analyze the situation as well the people around mine surroundings. From what I assumed was my mother some kind of species of fish-woman, she had horns and some fins coming from her skin. My word for her beauty would be 'stunning'. She sure was beautiful but I could see the tired look in her eyes, or rather exhausted. It looked like having me wasn't her only problem in this world. That's why I tried to be less of a problem of her as much as I could, sure it was backfiring on my health, yet I didn't want the man scold her as he seemed to enjoy that. I always wondered if that one ugly man could have been my father and why he mostly took her by force or locked her in this room. Knowing how I could not ask these things because of the language barrier I instead tried to remember the songs I knew from previous life and sing it to her to make her happy. From her expression it seemed she thought it was just baby language, which it didn't mean quite anything, beside me babbling on to try to express something that was wondering trough my mind. But I could see the smile appear on her face when I tried to cheer her up. Maybe it was a mother instinct speaking to her that her kid wants to actually cheer her up which was the case. I always thought she was even more stunning while she smiled, with her yellow eyes and blonde locks that made her look like a living beam of sunshine.
Yet her looks always made me question how I looked like but I never really got to know it until one day she decided to put me next to a mirror. I could see my reflection and just stare at it. My hair was such ordinary color, light blue meanwhile my eyes were just as yellow as my mothers. Then again I was sure there was some small horns sticking out from my head which made me just poke them thinking it was really funny. Other things I noticed about my body was that after touching water my legs could change into a tail the first time I found out my jaw dropped and I was a small gaping baby. Apparently I was a good amusement as I got a good laugh section from my mother. But who can blame me not often you get to know you can change your limbs to something else. Did that mean I was a mermaid? But what was the deal about the horns was it because of some strange lineage. Maybe it was the case.
The months went on and I finally could communicate a little, sure it was just things like 'I want that', so it would be quite annoying to ask anything as I could not understand what was quite said to me yet. Again as a baby I had to wait, but this time I finally realized the wounds and scars on my mother's body. Sure I asked from time to time what it was all about but most of the time the answer was "do not worry about it's just a scratch" now when I grown up she was away from the room more often, that's why I mostly was my own entertainer. So when I could I either sang, draw things or just tried to get physically stronger so I could stand on my two feet.
It was after I turned 2 when I finally discovered the dark side of my life. My mother was a slave and so now even as a little kid I was that as well. Sure it was a good thing they didn't depart me from my only family I got here, but it was quite sad to see my mother being so tired and exhausted constantly. Apparently they gave the mother the free hand to raise me. From I could say she done a good job so far. The time flied by and I constantly even as a small kid tried to help my mother the best I could. I knew I had limits, that's why I tried to become a stronger person no matter what. So sometime I could actually free her so we can have a funny family life outside this creepy mansion. That was my goal and I would not let these people make me down as I knew with my intelligence I could make it. There wasn't any day I wasted for something else than either helping or getting stronger. Yet I could hear that man always calling me for one name Jinx. I had no idea what his problem was so I just always ignored his presence.
Then one of these days when I was 3 I got to hear a really interesting story from my mother.
"Let me tell you something that now is barely a legend around people of these generations. There was once a fishman kingdom so great and powerful even the fishman kingdom feared their power. The legend says the name of the kingdom was Triton. And trough generation it attracted the most powerful fishman species. Even if the power in men was fearful the royal family had specific power going through generation. It was called "the power of voice". If not used correctly it could not make any harm yet if you could think outside the box you could hypnotize people and take it to your own advance. Yet when the power was introduced to the world the kingdom was barely taken out, wiped even from the history. Yet the legend says that the princess of the royal family survived and such power is passed down through her blood line. But nobody quite knows how to activate the power and so it was declared as if it died out." I could not really understand what she wanted to tell me by this story. Did it mean that we two were related to the story or she barely come upon this idea just now. But why even bother to tell such sad story in the first place.
"Why did you tell me this?" was my question.
"My mother said to pass it to my children if I have some." Was her only answer, what was the purpose which such strange story in the first place? Could it be this legend was true? I didn't give any special thought about this later as I never seen it could be possibly we are related to this princess. I mean my voice wasn't any of extraordinary. Leaving this story from my mind beside when I actually need to tell it to my kids, because why not? Make them confused as well why not maybe later it could bring a good laugh. From this point on I decided to focus on this I was doing before. Shortly after I noticed that soon was my mother onto pregnancy again. Did that mean I would have a sister or brother? Sure it would be painful to watch them living a life of a slave yet I promised to take care of him/her as good I can as well as in the future we all would go away from this place.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it :3
