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Vyrantium, 9:16 Dragon/2010TE

Miriel, a elven slave to Magister Helios Peverell, a rather average mage focusing on Runes and their usage, was screaming. Nine months after her rather rough night with her master, she was giving birth to his spawn. The whole childbirth was rather painful and this one was also one of the longer ones, as she was pushing for 10 hours till the child came out of her womb. It was a beautiful one. Violet eyes, silver hair and the most curious of all slightly longer ears than human babys would have. It shouldn't be possible, as children born to elven women sired by a human were human themselves and showed no characteristics of elven. But this one did, if only slightly. But no one questioned it, as the child was just another bastard, born from the union of a slave and a Magister. But the child did not cry when it was born, and later only then when it needed to be fed or cleaned. Other than that, it slept a lot and, when not sleeping, it kept looking around, searching for mental stimulation.

Lynraels POV:

When he closed his eyes for the last time, he did not expected to open them ever again. The warm walls of his "prison" pushed him through a small gap in them when he awoke from his seemingly brief slumber. A blinding light greeted him when he opend his eyes for the first time in this life. Blurry giants took him from his cold restingplace and placed him somewhere warm. Then he fell asleep again. When he woke for a second time, he felt hungry and a little bit cold. He tried to shout for help and food as he noticed that he could not move on his own accord but the only sound that came out of his mouth was the scream of an infant. The second he heard this sound, a thousand thoughts whirled through his head as he connected the points. He was an infant. Buddhism was apparently right, as he was living proof. But why did he remembers his past life so clearly? It shouldn't have been possible, as he did not remember a life before the last one... his thoughts were running wild and after a short period, the door opened and something warm was pressed against his mouth. An instinct took over. He began sucking on what had to be a tit or something similar, as a warm, for his undeveloped tastebutts, delicous liquid run down his throat... After 2 minutes of sucking, he fell asleep again, not waking for another 4 hours...

Miriel POV:

She was given chores in the kitchen right next to the sleeping quarters of the slaves for the next 12 months as she had just given birth and needed to feed the newborn. Lynrael, as she decided in secret to name the bastard she had given birth to, even though the naming was something done traditionally at the first birthday of a newborn as a lot of them died before reaching this age, was an easy child. But he seemed to be healthy even though he still slept more than the other babies she had seen in her short life of 16 years.

Vyrantium, 9:17 Dragon/2011TE

Lynraels POV:

I was amused, terrified and fascinated at the same time because well, he was in Tevinter. The first clue that I was not in the future or in the past was the obvious medival setting as well as the floating lamps in the estate he was living in. And no, there was no technology anywhere to be seen that could have explained the lamps. The second one next to the FLOATING LAMPS were the dragonthemed decorations and the casual display of magic, a wink of the hand there to lift a plate, a small fireball into the chimney to light the fire there, the glowing scripture on paper and so on and on and on... and thirdly because of the green shine when I drifted into sleep and entered the land of dreams. Oh, my dreams are perfectly normal but there was always something not quite right, something was wrong but as long as nothing happend...

I was one year old now and slept less, I could crawl, eat normal food and and "talk" although brabble was more like it... it was clear that I was the child of a servant or a slave. And surprisingly it wasnt that bad, as i was mostly ignored when crawling around. I was hiding in the shadows whenever somebody crossed my path while exploring the estate, true, but you get the idea... I think I am a somarii, as I seemed to have some control over my dreams. But so far no magic made itself known to me, no sparks, no freezing of surfaces, nothing... except for strange dreams that i could control and sometimes small glimpses at the black city, high in the air and far in the distance…
I'm still confused by my ears... my "mother", if I could even call her that, made it clear that she was forcefully bedded by our master and that I was not a child born of love...

Helios POV:

The little tyke crawling around, "hiding" when I or somebody else came along the way, was very amusing. I had never seen such a curious baby before and such a sometimes abnormal one too, as he was abnormal by all means. He could not be normal. No child his age was so systematically at exploring, so intelligent. It was clear that I would let it be educated by another slave in the next few years , and then would see if he was something worth... I could need a new slave for my library, for Agrippus is getting old and will soon expire...

Well, i hope you like this new chapter. there will be tons of mistakes, but i hope its readable...