In your dreams, you see three perfect golden triangles, floating freely in the air before you. They call out to you, whispering promises of Power, Wisdom, and Courage, offering to grant your deepest wish if you can but lay hands on them. You step forward, reaching towards the icons of divine providence, and a symbol appears on the back of your outstretched right hand, shining through the material of your gauntlet just before there is a brilliant, blinding surge of light...
...and then you wake up, momentarily surprised to see that there is nothing in your hand, nor on the back of it. It is the tiny hand of a newborn baby, nothing more.
You feel an overwhelming sense of loss. It takes much time and effort on the part of your mother before your wailing protest finally ceases.
Over the next couple of months, you spend a good part of your waking hours thinking on the dream. Power. Wisdom. Courage. The words resonate in your half-recalled memories, and when you think on them all at once, you remember another word, one that was not spoken in the dream - "Triforce." Not much else can be drawn from the dream, save a feeling of absolute certainty that it, and the objects depicted in it, are of tremendous importance.
Gained Past Life Experience F+
You also gain some practical information from the dream. You know how to reach for things, and how to grasp them - and spurred on by the crushingly bitter memory of waking to an empty hand, you work hard at being able to hold on to the things you pick up. Dreams are insubstantial, perhaps even unattainable, but you resolve that in the waking world, you will not lose what is yours, nor allow it to be taken from you. Towards the end of the fourth month, you also figure out the basics of crawling, though at this point, it's more snake-like wriggling than anything.
Gained Physical Prowess F
Then you have another dream. In it, you see the golden light of the floating triangles, just fading away to reveal two figures.
One is a young woman. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and clad in an elaborate gown of white and pale purple, her features are beautiful, wise, and not quite human - the delicately pointed ears are a bit of a giveaway. In one hand, she holds a slender sword, while the other grasps a glowing golden bow. On the back of her white-gloved right hand, glowing faintly golden, is a familiar symbol: an equilateral triangle, divided into four smaller equilateral triangles, the bottom-left of which radiates sapphire blue light.
The second figure is a young man, hardly more than a boy. He too has blond hair, blue eyes, and the elfin ears, but unlike the girl, his garments are quite simple, consisting mainly of a green tunic, dusty leggings, and a long green cap. Over these, the boy wears an assortment of leather gear - belts, pouches, gloves, and boots. Over his right arm is a brilliant shield bearing a complex crest, while in his left hand he wields a long, blue-hilted sword of painful beauty. The glyph of three joined triangles is on the back of his left hand, and features the bottom-left triangle glowing with emerald radiance.
After looking upon the two - not strangers, even if you've never seen them before in this life, you know them far too well for that - your point of view changes. A mirror appears, and you behold yourself.
You are a giant of a man, dark of skin, with fiery red hair and beard and bright golden eyes. Clad in dark, full armor and a long black cape, you carry a sword longer than most men are tall sheathed at your side. The fingers of your right hand are closed loosely about a sphere of crackling energy, and there on the back is the triangle-glyph, the topmost component giving off a burning red glow. A shadow seems to loom above and around you, something vast and terrible and not remotely human, a horned and tusked beast whose body surges with unstoppable might. It ROARS...
...and once again, you awaken. This time, you do not scream, instead remaining still and silent for a long, long time.
Gained Aura of Power F