Sorry this is kind of short, working on my own etsy store and got busy.

Rated T for language, I don't own Final Fantasy VII.

Cold washed over my body like a wave. It felt like I was submerged underwater but, I could breathe just fine? My body did feel damp but enveloped in warmth at the same time? How does that even work? Oh forget how it happened, I just wanted out of whatever situation I wound up in. Something happened before I could think anymore about it.

The next thing I knew however, it felt like I was being crushed. It started at my head and slowly spread down the rest of my body. I tried to move but my body just, wouldn't. Even just trying to move a finger felt difficult. I couldn't feel any individual part of my body, just the crushing pressure that was surrounding it. My chest began to burn, it felt strained and was growing stronger by the second. It was like trying to hold your breath underwater, and fighting the urge to resurface for air. The longer you stayed down, the stronger the burn grew. What the fuck was happening to me? Was I actually drowning?

My mind felt overloaded as the pain moved down, and the lack of oxygen increased. It felt as if I might pass out at any moment. Anything would have been welcome at this point. Even getting shot a few times in the chest, again. I might have even stooped to begging if everything would just... stop.

A sharp pain hit me, but i couldn't tell from where. Did someone slap me?

A second one, this time harder. I started to cry out, more like I wanted to yell at them. Before I could do anything, the rush of sweet, sweet, oxygen hit me. I inhaled it greedily, gasping and coughing as I took it in. A soothing hang rubbed at my back a bit. At least I think it was a hand? It felt larger then normal, much larger then normal. Warmth surrounded me before I felt myself being moved and cradled. I'm a grown adult, who could possibly be cradling me?

Opening my eyes was more of a challenge than expected. After this oh so daring feat, I was greeted by darkness. Well not complete darkness, there were smudges here and there but it was still pretty dark. I couldn't understand the sounds going on around me. My confusion only grew as I tried to move and found I struggled with that too! Couldn't see, couldn't hear, and now I couldn't move right either?

What kind of situation did I get myself into?

It took a long time, or at least what felt like a long time before I could finally start to see things. Well most things at least. My range of vision was very limited at first but steadily increased over time. My hearing had managed to clear up soon after the first time I woke up. That first time was about four months ago. The last thing I would expect to happen to me was to be reborn as a baby. A baby. I can say it was nothing like reading fiction made it seem like.

Living in a child's body with an adult brain was the worst experience imaginable. I was always hungry, always tired, always in need of a fresh diaper, and always grumpy. I cried a lot, at most times, I didn't even know what I wanted. I had no real idea of exactly how much time passed the following months, unless I heard someone gushing over how cute I was. I hated every second of it, and dreaded when I would hit puberty... again. Being unable to do anything for myself made me unbelievably frustrated, and in turn made me a fussy baby. I bet my new family were going to be worn out when I hit my terrible two's. Speaking of my family...

They were pretty decent people. In the few months I've been with them I learned a handful of things. My new father's name is Derek, and my new mother's name is Aster. I had a brother named Xander, that was a couple years older then me. Around six or seven I believe, but he didn't really come by to see his new sister that often. Not that I blame him, watching me was pretty boring. One thing they did differently in my new home, was not immediately have a name ready within the first week or so of the baby's birth. They wanted to wait a few weeks to see what I was like before naming me. I was a month old when they finally gave me my name. If this is a common thing here, it's kind of weird. I wonder if everyone did this or if I was a special case. Or maybe it was an old ancient custom they just wanted to try out.

They ended up naming me Thorne, it was a odd choice but not terrible, however I still didn't know what my last name was. If I had to guess, I was given that name probably because of how terrible I was during that first month. If I had a name like that in my previous life, I have no doubt people would have thought me in a gang or something. From what I could see Xander took after my new mom with his hair black hair and brown eyes. I haven't seen my new look, but I've been told I look like my new dad. Going based on his looks, that must mean I have the same light hazel eyes. Derek's hair was black with hints of red here and there. In the light it looked like it was completely red. It was pretty nice, and I hoped my hair would look like his too. Each of then had dark skin, so I could at least assume I did too. At least that part of me hasn't changed.

I learned my parents were some of the village healers. They, and all the other healers here, relied most on basic knowledge of plants to help people. In other words, they were herbalists. Vaguely I wondered if it was a family business and if I would be forced to do it somewhere down the road. From what I could gather not much happened here besides the occasional mishap in the forest or monster attack. Their life here seemed simple but peaceful all the same. Kind of boring but you really can't expect much of a village in the country.

I almost wished I had a boring life, in a simple boring village. It would have been a major upgrade from my past life... But I didn't have such luck, because this wasn't just any village, no no no... I was born in Gongaga of all places. Unfortunately the only place I heard about that place was in the world of Final Fantasy.

It was hard deciding if that was a good or bad thing, especially since I had no idea what time I was born in. As someone who was basically obsessed with everything Final Fantasy VII, I knew things would either be pretty good or pretty bad. On one hand I could have been born before all the bad shit, or maybe I was born somewhere in the middle. Or if I was really, really lucky I was born sometime after the events of the movie. The biggest problems however, is that not that much is really known about Gongaga. I knew there was a explosion with a reactor at some point, but other then that there's little known about this place. I wasn't even sure just how big the village actually was.

Of course being a baby, there wasn't anything I could really do. I wasn't old enough to wipe my own ass for... Gaia's sake? All I knew was the bare basics about my family and what they do. Even the few times I went out with my new mom around the village didn't tell me much. All I could really do, was nothing. Except wait for the next few years to go by, and hopefully get an idea of where I am in time in this world.

The next few years are gonna suck.

Sorry i know this chapter seems boring but it's about to pick up.

Updated 5/3/2019