Journey of the consumer

[First person POV]

Once more I wake up in complete and utter darkness. A place where light just cannot reach, once more I'm alone.

Though… this warmth. This darkness is the opposite to the kind in death. Warm and full of life, like waking in a warm bed on a winters morning.

The soft heartbeat I feel all around me, almost knocking me right into the land of dreams.

In this place I can barley move, it's as I'm restricted by heavy chains, just without the discomfort.

The most movements I can make out are small kicks or punches, which only serve to make me more tired and exhausted. Trying my hardest to stay awake I quickly realised that it's impossible and it only pushes me deeper and deeper to the brink of unconscious.

…..

Once again, I eventually awaken in this dark void where my small body floats softly. I feel a lot of time has past with my internal clock but I push these unecessary thoughts away and focous on the final moments with the goddes.

'What the hell was that… name? She called me? Why was it so distorted, enough to nearly knock me out in pain? Most importantly, why does Aphrodite's sad expression hurt my heart so much?'

My continuous firing of questions to myself was getting me nowhere, though it was quickly interrupted and I felt the sensation of the walls closing in on me and pushing me out, as well as a suction pulling me through a whole?

Quickly I'm pushed out of the 'living' room and into a cold world full of light.

'Ah, yeah. That makes much more sense. I am being born, aren't I.'

Swiftly connecting the dots I find my legs join me in the land of the living.

Coming out of my racing thoughts I realise that almost no time has past since getting lost in thought 'Is it my skill?'

Taking this as a cue I look around the room. First up at the midwife handling my new born body, at the luxurious room in a sort of medieval theme but with a strangly mix of Morden style mixed in. I also get around to looking at the various maids looking at me with an anxious expressions.

'Oh, I'm probably meant to cry or something right? Well I don't really want to so …nah.'

My eyes finally fall on the last women in the room. Her eyes full of exhaustion and recovering from intense pain. Her whole body drenched in cold sweat. My mother.

Eventually our eyes meet and we lock gazes, when that happened it's as if time froze and everything beside this women in front of me disappeared. The aura of love and care she raidates towards me is absolutely shocking, even a bit overwhelming might I add!

The way she looks at me, the smile that was reaching her eyes and the completely genuine emotions that shows she only want the best for her child, me.

All of this together just screams the words mother and maturnal love.

Before I even notice it, I'm am craddeled In her arms and silent tears slowly flow down my cheeks. But all I can focous on is her. Despite her obviously exhausted look, like she could fall asleep In an instant, she cradled my body will a firm gentleness. Humming a beautiful meleody under her breath, wiping the flowing tears from my eyes and all of this combined with the reassuring beat of her heart, instantly put me into a sleep that I know will be the best I ever experienced.

"Goodnight, my dear Azrael". She whispers softly into my ear as the world slowly goes dark.

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