When the wind rushed past me and the ground opened again, I thought I was ready… but I was not ready for the sudden flashback. It was so sudden, instantaneously my thoughts slowed down as if anticipating my breath and the beats of my heart stopping. From the volcano of memories slamming my brain, with the force of fire from a dragon. Then it turned dark as I was brought to the past.
My throat closed up and my eyes watered, from the force of his hand slapping my face. My face slid to the side and there was something wet. A tear had slipped down my face, and that was the last straw for him. My father, the man who is supposed to love me, always and forever. Didn't. He didn't love me. Was something wrong with me… did I commit a great sin. God. Please, what did I do? After all it can't be his fault, he doesn't do this to Ella. NO, what is wrong with you? Why would you think that you should be grateful? Honestly, what kind of person thinks that about their little sister? You do, you deserved the hit.
Then the pressure came, and I was brought back to the present with the morbid memory floating away with plans of torturing me later. The discomfort from the squeeze was helpful in dredging the last of the memory of my conscious mind. Then I saw the same blinding light again, with the people in the scrubs but this time it was blue scrubs.
This time, the breath flooded my lungs easily, like the world was giving me something. I was interrupted from my musing. When water ran down my face, but I was exhausted from fighting if the world wanted to take my light again, they could. I felt something when the water stopped, and something warm surrounded me. Then someone picked me up and said, "Do you want to hold him?"
Suddenly a lady, who I assumed was my mother, held her arms up. She has mussed up blonde hair and green eyes, with an aura of surprise and power, like she knew something everyone else didn't. The lady that my brain didn't even feel important enough to remember put me in her arms. Then I felt it, a connection, the air changed from surprise to love so full it overflowed. I felt like I would never lose the love she had for me. I just knew she loved me deeper than the oceans and the skies, more than light and dark.
She is my mother, the awe came rushing when the link came. The love I feel is awe encompassing pushing through my soul at a rate I didn't know I existed. The love broke through all my barriers and pushed the doubt (from another life filled with abuse with one person keeping me from killing myself). All I know is I made a promise to protect my mother from everything.
The moment the line stopped in my brain, there was this faint feeling of liability. Like if I didn't keep the promise something bad would happen to me. The feeling was pretty solid to where a person who did not just feel the link from their mother, would find it overwhelming.
The baby instincts in this new body have apparently hit their limit, because my new body is finding it really hard to stay awake. It feels as if someone hit a switch in my brain to turn it off, and all of my thoughts are like going through molasses. My thoughts just kept getting slower and slower until my eyes shut of their own accord.
It was the middle of the night, or I assume so because there were very few lights on, when I woke up with a cry in the hospital room (where all of the newborn babies are). When a nurse came in, or I assume it was a nurse, because she was wearing blue scrubs. She seemed overwhelmed, but got over it in about two seconds, she got me sorted out (i.e changed my nappy). I fell back to sleep immediately, because my eyes kept blinking and eventually they just closed.
The next time I woke up was in my beautiful green eyed mother's arms, and some nurse was saying "He can go home now!" In an excited voice.
I remember my mother holding me while she was wheeled out of the hospital by a male doctor. Then getting placed in a car seat, and some bumps in the road. I looked out of the window of the old car. There was a lot of farming land, like twenty minutes of farmland. I saw some cows, some vegetable farms, a lot of horses and actually some fruit farms. Then we passed by some schools, and we were home in like forty-five minutes (sorry I wasn't counting).
By the time we got home I was already sleepy, so when my mother picked me up from the car seat I fell asleep in my beloved mother's arms. It was so comfortable with the link filled with love and her arms with just the right pressure, I fell into the most comfortable sleep. My new mother's arms almost contested with Ella in my bed after she had a nightmare, or when she was scared.
The next time something interesting happened besides eating, sleeping, and pooping, I heard a doorbell ring. Now this is rare because we live in the middle of nowhere, and no one ever comes here. Back to the point, the doorbell rang through the house, and my mother opened it. I heard her open it because the house was pretty open and sound echos in our house, like if mother was making something in the kitchen, I could hear it on the third floor.
So my mother opens it and someone comes in, I catch the tail end of their conversation with my baby ears.
"Yes, it's a boy." I can hear my mother say nervously.
"What did you name him?" The stranger asked, they sounded male, and their steps were reaching through the house.
"I named him luke." My mother replies, but she sounds like she would rather the stranger be anywhere but here.
As their footsteps come closer I can hear the dread in my mothers voice as the stranger comes closer to me. When they sound really close I can hear my mothers nervousness coming through the link. Then they reach my door, the handle turns with a squeak.
The door opens and I can feel the room fill with an atmosphere of power as the now, definitely male, walks in. He says "My son" with such a loving tone I can feel a wealth of warmth for this male run through my heart.
He picked me up and my body felt like this is where we were born to be. This new body I worked so hard for feels like me and like this is a magical moment. Then the familiar dread came back. This moment like all moments will end no matter how badly I don't want it too. The thought just barely crossed my mind when it was shot down by this warmth from this stranger's arms. It was the next thing that really shook this new save haven I had built for myself in this new world, new body. He said "I am your father child, you are the child of hermes."
My new world, my new safe haven, I had built for myself came crashing down so quickly. I got whiplash, it was like my heart just shattered. The only conclusion I could come to was I am a demigod. The story I read about monsters, villains, gods, and heros. Are alive? This fantasy I read for comfort, are real? Not only that, I am the villain who aligns with Kronus, to explain daddy issues, and the mother I swore to protect is doomed? Now that cryptic line my mother said makes sense. "You will be the most amazing child in the world I can see it, Luke Castellan." I thought this theory was crazy before when she said it, but now I know it's true.
Hey i am rewriting this story because I didn't like how it came out.