Almost a year has passed, and Cassius has grown used to his new living style.
His daily routine consisted of walking, eating, and sleeping.
At first, he was trapped in his own body, weak and clumsy, forcing his mind, that of a grown adult, into helpless silence. He grew bored and fed up.
But the days stacked into months, and the months shaped themselves into a year.
His body grew, and with it came strength, endurance, and greater control over his senses.
Cassius Feywin's POV
I have adjusted to my new living style; in fact, I have grown to love it.
I get fed every single day by my mom. When my dad gets off work, he always plays with me, carrying me is the best part, I feel so free, like I am on a rollercoaster.
"Stop going down the stairs by yourself." My mother said as I crawled step by step down the vast stairs.
She can be a bit protective at times, but that's one of the things I like about her.
As she took me down the stairs, I couldn't help but think, how lucky I am to have gotten a second chance at life, it is what I could only assume has happened only to me. I felt special, as if I were a chosen protagonist in some novel, as if I had been reincarnated for a purpose.
That feeling... could it be happiness, or is it delusion in the flesh?
"I wonder, if I had come here for a reason, what would that be?" I whispered, thinking out loud.
"What was that, honey?"
"Mama." I had replied in panic.
I was keeping up this fiasco of being a baby and not being able to speak. The main language used in this world was English, and I knew some English, but the only things I pretended to know were the basics, like mama or papa.
However, I didn't know why I was doing this... I didn't want them to know.
I'll tell them later...
As I was lost in thought, my mother had placed me in a chair to have breakfast.
"Open wide." My mother said in a soft and gentle voice.
We were having eggs, cheese, and a side of milk.
This is what we usually have, as my dad works as a farmer.
"Tomorrow is your birthday, do not forget." She reminded me, still feeding me.
I don't know how to feel about it, my first-ever birthday. I am a grown ass man, I shouldn't be excited, but I can't help but feel pure joy, like I was about to win the lottery.
As I finished my breakfast, my mother carried me outside the house.
As she slowly opened the door with one arm, holding me with the other, a bright light overwhelmed my vision, stabbing me straight into my eye like a blade of brilliance. That shining light slowly died down after a couple of blinks, as afterimages of colors swallowed my perception.
As I regained my sense of vision, a sea of green fields appeared. The grass swayed with the wind's howling breath, each blade shimmering with morning dew, painting the land in countless shades of emerald. In that sea lie a myriad speckled flowers here and there, like little corals that paint the vast blue. Far across, just short of the horizon, were hills that swayed gracefully, their shadows shifting with the drifting clouds above, symbolising the duality of worlds.
Looking over to my left, a great-big forest is around a fifteen-minute walk from here. It appeared as a vast expanse of green extending across the background, blending seamlessly with the rolling hills and distant mountains.
My mother, still carrying me in her arms, started walking towards the garden in our yard.
"Your father didn't water the vegetables," She said, crouching down to get a decently sized watering can. "he was in a hurry, saying that he needed to prepare stuff since today is your big day, isn't it?" Mimicking a baby's voice.
My father owns a pretty big farm, which is why he usually travels once a week or so to the capital. He sells it to markets, companies, and sometimes to very wealthy individuals, although that is what he told me, since I have never been to the capital.
As my mother finished watering the plants, she took a deep breath.
"Your father will be back in a couple of hours. Let's get you washed up."
We went back inside, went to the bathroom, and filled up a big bucket with water.
I removed my clothes, feeling a bit shy because a grown woman was seeing me naked. I stepped into the bubbly water and sighed in relief.
After washing up, she held me up, grabbed the blue towel, and started to dry me up.
"You're getting pretty big," She commented, drowning me with the rigid towel. "An enhancer, maybe." Adding quietly.
What? What the hell does that mean? I wanted to ask her, but I chose not to blurt out my secret; besides, it might be a term that this world uses for growing up.
It's been a few hours since then, ever since I came to this world, I couldn't help but reflect on my previous life. It's been haunting me, I wish I didn't remember anything, maybe then I could live a happy life.
As I was contemplating, a loud knock could be heard from the front door. Probably my dad.
As I got out of my crib, my dad opened the door.
"Hey, son, how have you been?" Not actually expecting an answer. "I have to go downstairs to prepare everything. You wait here, I promise it will be worth it." He said, carrying me into my crib. A great big smile decorated his face.
I nodded as he went back downstairs.
After what seemed like forever, my mother walked in.
"Alright, you can come downstairs now." She exclaimed in excitement.
As she took me down the flight of stairs, a pair of three balloons flew by us.
Reaching the end of the stairs, I saw the living room as it was dressed in color, ribbons hanging from the ceiling, balloons bumping softly against each other with every shift of air. A small cake waited patiently at the center of the table, its candle standing tall and flickering like a tiny beacon. The scent of frosting mixed with the faint sweetness of fruit juice and warm air.
In the center of this cluster, Dad stood with welcoming arms.
"Happy birthday, Cassius."
Mother looked at me before saying. "This is your first of many birthdays, by the will of the gods."
I was in shock, even though I knew this was going to happen, I didn't expect it to be this great. I knew what birthdays were like, I am not an idiot, but I never really experienced one myself.
"Come on, let us blow a wish."
It took me a couple of tries to blow out the candles, but I blew them out.
I wish... that I could live a happy life.
"Alright, let's cut the cake. I will take the biggest piece." He said, with a cheeky smirk on his face.
"May the gods bless this day and rest." My mother prayed.
They both smiled at me, looking very proud... I think that feeling is what made me happy.
After the night ended, the lights dimmed, and the scent of cake still lingered. I sat on the couch, fingers sticky from the frosting, thinking about every detail of what happened today. It was my own birthday.
This was a happy day, a happy day indeed.