2 The Young Miss of the Astley Family (2/2)

A loud scream had woken me up from my sleep, the normally calm and warm liquid that I resided in was churning violently. I heard a great deal of voice and it dawned on me.

It was finally time!

Finally, time for my Mother to give birth to me. A great many emotions washed over me at that second. However, as time continued, I didn't come free from my confines.

It seems that my mother was having a tough time, I could hear every scream and it seemed like her body didn't want to release me.

I needed to help her!

But how in the world was I supposed to do that?

As if in answer, I felt my body move forward slightly, and then a hand began to close around my leg. I did the best to move with the flow of my mother, and soon enough, I found my body completely free my living quarters for however long.

I opened my mouth wanting to say something but instead, a cry came out of my mouth, it was a wail, I sounded just like a child. I tried a couple more times, but it was the same result.

Someone began to wipe down my body and I felt a cloth pass over my eyes, a sticky film was removed, and I was able to blink my eyes, I blinked a couple more times and a fat bald man's face came into view.

This couldn't be my father, could it?!

I felt a bit distressed as I started at the fat man, he had sweat pouring down his head and some blood that matted his face. His eyes are a bright red as he looked down at me.

I wanted to go back into my warm confines!

”Clovis! Clovis, how is my child!” The whimsical voice of a woman drifts through the air like a soft note of music. It was beautiful, I felt my little heart pound ever so slightly at the sound. I wanted to twist my way out of this fat man's arm and get to the woman, I knew her voice!

She had to be my Mother! The man holding me cleared his throat and began to speak.

”Lady Astley, you've brought a healthy baby girl into this world! May the blessing of the Goddess Muheia, bless this child,” the fat man warps me in a black cloth and moves towards a bed.

I could smell the strong scent of blood.

Looking around as he walks me over to the bed, I found that a lot of people were in the room. All of them had glowing eyes.

”Hand her to me Clovis,” the musical voice of my Mother sounds again. Soon I was transferred from the fat man to my Mother's arms.

Her face came into view and I thought that she had to be the prettiest woman that I'd seen in my life. Not even the supermodels from my previous life could compare to her beauty.

She had long inky black hair that was matted to her forehead and emerald green eyes that are framed by thick black lashes. Her facial features are all delicate and angular, she had the looks of an elegant lady.

I noticed a small simple lotus flower was tattooed onto her forehead. It was golden in color.

Her pale skin was a little flushed as she smiled at me, that when I noticed that she had two large fangs peeking out from her lips.

”Dear she's beautiful,” my mother gushed as she caressed my face with a finger, I smiled.

”She looks just like you dear!” The man on the other side of the bed spoke, he was leaning down and looking at me.

He was a big man; he was a bit of a darker brown than my mother. His face was warm though, even though he looked like he could squash someone.

His one eyes was a light golden color, the other half of his face had a scar that ran from his mouth all the way through the right eye. It looked like he'd lost the use of it.

His hair was short and brown, he wore a simple shirt and pants. So, this man was my father.

I glanced over at the other person that was standing behind my Father. He had dirty blond hair; he had a strained expression on his face. His eyes are the same emerald green as my mother. He didn't look anything like my Father.

Was he maybe... a brother or another family member?

”What shall we name her?” My Mother asked my Father.

”Hollis,” she spoke as she looked down at me with her emerald green eyes.

That wasn't a bad name, it looked like I was Hollis in this life.

Boom!

I was startled, but another shock ran through me.

”May the Young Miss be blessed by our Goddess Muheia,” it was a booming echo as everyone had gotten down on their knees and had spoken.

”Thank you,” my Mother's voice sounded again. ”If you could I would like a moment alone with my husband,” she spoke with a kind voice.

In a couple of seconds, all the maids and doctors had left the room. The last one to leave was the man that had been standing next to my Father, he glanced back at us before he too left the room.

The door closed behind him.

”My pretty, pretty baby girl,” my Mother gushed as she rubbed my nose and I open my mouth a light laugh left my mouth.

I felt embarrassed at myself.

”Dear, give her to me,” my father's deep voice sounded as he reached out a hand. My Mother smiled and passed me to him.

Being up close to my Father, I found that he had even more scars that dotted his body. Was he an adventurer, the God had said that this was a world of magic and monsters…

It was only logical that my parents could have been adventures.

My Father rubbed my feet as he smiled down at me.

I felt warm, I'd finally gotten parents.

I planned to live this life to the fullest!