I rested upon a mountain of bodies, under an eclipse. A mix of my blood and the blood of others covered me. The air was thick with the scent of steel and smoke, leaning upon the thread of life and death. I took my final breaths, feeling the eclipse pass, the power leaving through my veins, causing me my final moments to be in pain. The cold blood covering me was my only comfort. My last words escaped: “100/100, a worthy final battle.”

  I awoke in a dark chamber, unable to breathe but not drowning, my lower half was cold.

  “Push! Push! Just a little more!” a voice faintly echoed

  Suddenly, I had escaped from that cage, bright lights surrounded me. My sight was a blur. Giants loomed over me, looking down at me, one spoke.

  “What should his name be?” The figure to my left reached his hand out to me as he spoke.

  “Ashen, Ashen Hollow,” the figure that seemed to be holding me replied, its voice warm, my mind was going blank; I slowly faded into a slumber.

  When I awoke, I was in a crib with a little giant looming over me.

  “Hey, I’m Thira! I'm going to be your older sister from now on!” my so-called sister exclaimed, finally noticing that I had been born in the body of a newborn boy. Yet I knew my past life, only to the extent of fragments; even then, they were still foggy.

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  Once I had finally been left alone for the night, I attempted to circulate my mana. I had yet to remember anything useful, I wanted to have a head start if I became a warrior or adventurer in this life. As I began to breathe in mana, I realized something.

  Impossible! I had been lucky enough to be born with a mana body.

  A body naturally aligned with mana means all internal organs can manage it. My kidneys purify mana in my bloodstream, resulting in purer mana for longer. Plus, I can consume monster meat for mana, which is typically poisonous humans.

  From one night to another, I continued to gather mana. After a year, I was able to form a mana core. With a mana core, I finally had a space to gather my mana instead of continually letting it dissipate.

  Now I have a new goal… learning how to walk and talk. Aside from calling out by babbling, I've been silent for most of this year. My mother had been near, thinking, why wouldn't I try it now?

  I attempted to speak “Ma,” it felt as if I was blowing into a vase trying to crack it; through the difficulty, it was a relative trial.

  “Mama,” As I said this, my mind was filled with embarrassment. My mother turned towards me with a shocked look as if she saw a ghost.

  “Did.. did you just say, mama? Mav! Mav! Ash said Mama!” She went through all the rooms in the house in an attempt to boast of my so-called “first words.”

  As she left the house, checking to see if he was teaching my sister in the front yard, a hawk flew through the window and perched on the fence of my crib.