AnnouncementThe story will finally begin to slowly unravel from here, hope you enjoy these next few chapters :)I may or may not have napped in my mother's arms.

  We've been resting here for a while, so eventually mother:

  "Hnng~!"

  Mother stretched her limbs with a satisfied smile and stood up while holding me in her arms. Standing at a new height, I finally looked at our fresh surroundings.

  Before my eyes stretched a vast, glistening ke, at the limits of the horizon y a mountainous region; the light reflecting from the gmorous waters was almost blinding to the eyes. Other than the ethereal ke and distant mountains, the area directly in front of the terrace was a neatly maintained garden around the size of a football stadium.

  This was a luxury only permitted to the highest echelons back on Earth.

  On the other hand, I couldn't see much of the mansion we lived in other than its aesthetically pleasing Victorian-era exterior.

  "Let's go back inside, sweetie. Staying out too long might give you a cold, and we don't want that, do we?"

  Pyfully patting my back, my mother carried me into the bedroom connected to the terrace. There, I was greeted by a spacious bed, bedside tables, a desk, a sofa, and a built-in wardrobe.

  The room was covered in what looked to be expensive materials. I'm not too sure though, I wasn't particurly wealthy before to be considered a judge capable of assessing the value of these luxuries.

  Curious about this pce, I lightly tapped mother on her arms and pointed to the ground.

  "You want me to put you down?"

  I continued pointing at the ground, it would be suspicious if she were to figure out that I understood the nguage at 6 months old.

  "Be really careful, okay?"

  Warning me with a pyfully stern gaze, mother gently lowered me to the ground into a sitting position.

  There, I used my abnormally growing strength to push off the ground; the material is so soft...

  Those lingering thoughts echoed into the distance as I squeezed my legs and-

  "Hap!"

  -stood up on my wobbly, fat-filled baby legs.

  With my arms awkwardly raised above my head, as though I were celebrating, to maintain bance, I hobbled forward into the depths of the vast bedroom.

  Keeping myself precariously on the edge of stumbling over, I failed to keep the smile away from my face. Seriously, being able to walk again is an unfathomable level of comfort. It's like the shackles of age were finally loosening.

  Try it, lose your ability to walk for 6 months, then stand up again and tell me how right I am.

  Half-hobbling, half-walking around the bedroom, I quickly reached a disappointing realisation;

  This room has nothing!

  No books, no toys, nothing!

  At this point I won't discriminate, I'd be happy with a kid's toy any time of the day instead of the old monotonous routine.

  Now that I was at the end of my miniature adventure, I turned to look back at my closely observing mother. With a pleading look, I stared at her, hoping that she'd understand my plea for any form of entertainment.

  I can't directly tell her to get me a book or toy now, can I? I'm not meant to know what they are even if I could talk.

  As...

  "You did a great job, Alora. You can come back to mommy's arms now that you've tired yourself out~"

  Cpping in joy, she reached and lifted me back into her warm embrace.

  Surrounded from all angles in squishy, if not erotic sensations were I not this age, and were she not my mom, I silently gave up and smmed my head into mother's bosom. A mother's comforting embrace is undeniably one of the most soothing things to exist.

  Regrettably, however, walking was a far more draining activity than pying with my sister. And as expected...

  I fell asleep.

  Again.

  For the billionth time.

  ...When will this useless body grow?

  -----

  Not anytime soon.

  Waking to the sight of majestic, orangish-red sunlight squeezing past the floor-to-ceiling windows, I only had one thing to say.

  Wow.

  The sight of the setting sun was spectacur.

  Speaking of, isn't today my first time seeing the sun?

  Certainly so.

  For 6 months I spent my days trapped in a room with no way to gaze at the sun, but now I can finally appreciate its natural beauty. Now that I think about it, neither has my sister;

  I would have loved to see her reaction.

  Pushing myself up, I gnced around the bed I was lying in.

  No one.

  Not my mother nor my sister.

  Where have they gone?

  The lingering taste of that madness is clinging to the back of my mouth; that sour, pungent taste is sending shivers down my spine.

  What are they doing to her?

  My sister awoke with powers, mainly fire, lightning, and a third unfamiliar something.

  What is that personification of madness pnning on doing to her? Is my sister safe or is she no longer-

  I tightly gripped the sheets beneath my fingers. The sheets would have undoubtedly torn apart if I were still an adult. And most importantly, I...

  I want to see her.

  Reigning in the tender emotions tickling all the nerves in my body, I tossed around the massive bed. Rolling left, then right, and left again. Exploring the comfort of the bed, my mind began repying the events from before.

  The moment of us pying.

  My sister's powers awakened; her fmes burning our bed, cracking the ceiling light and sending shards spewing in all directions.

  The pretty crackles of lightning sparked before my eyes.

  Then, the miraculous ability of the calm, orderly maid.

  She repaired everything back to its initial state using her powers; she's more impressive than I expected her to be.

  And, at the end of it all, waking up in mother's arms.

  ...Do I have powers?

  I still have a vague memory of the maid saying something along the lines of 'Abnormal Initial Mana Signature' back when we were born. Did that include me? I can't properly piece together the stuff from my past; at that time I was still panicking and confused.

  "Hap~"

  Sitting up on the bed, I twisted my gaze to the wardrobe located to the left of the bed; a mirror accommodating the floor-to-ceiling-sized wardrobe reflected my image.

  Sizzling golden hair loosely scattered on my head, still short due to my age. And staring back at me are snow-white eyes, shimmering, untouched, pearls.

  Adorable.

  I am objectively cute.

  I look just like my sister.

  That's to be expected, we're twins.

  Still...

  Lightly patting my face, I stared at the reflection in the mirror.

  Now that I can see myself...

  This different self...

  This isn't me.

  The me I remember isn't so soft.

  The me I remember isn't so useless.

  ...And the me I remember isn't in love with his baby sister.

  I want to feel nauseous.

  But I can't.

  Swish!

  Pulling my head away, I spped my face till my palms stung.

  Admonishing myself, I took a deep breath and searched around the room again for any signs of my missing mother. Perhaps she left me something, food, a toy, a children's book; anything.

  As.

  Nothing.

  What am I meant to do alone in this room?

  Do you normally leave a baby alone on a tall bed that they could fall off and potentially injure themselves on?

  Maybe?

  If this world is a medieval fantasy, then it's possible.

  I'll mark this incident in my mind, vengeance will be sweet once I grow up. That's the consequence of not providing me with some form of entertainment; I'm not asking for much, even a piece of paper would be satisfactory.

  Just you wait.

  But as it turns out, I was the one thrust into the agony of waiting.

  1 hour passed.

  The sun had set entirely.

  2 hours passed.

  Odd noises could be heard cricketing from outside the terrace, I was drenched in darkness, other than very dim moonlight, by that point. The room had no light source, at least as far as I could tell.

  Then 3 hours.

  At this point:

  Zzzz...

  I gave up and fell asleep. I decided to try to exit the bedroom in the morning when I had some proper light.

  -----

  Grumble.

  With my arms wrapped around my stomach, I clenched my few growing teeth to suppress the ravenous hunger panging from the depths of my body. My brain fired off bring warnings, screaming at me to consume something.

  I'm utterly starving.

  Forget sleeping the night away, I awoke at some point in the middle of the night with unbearable hunger.

  I need food, scratch that; I needed it yesterday.

  The st thing I expected was to be starved to death after seemingly attaining some level of peace.

  Fuck.

  Rolling to the edges of the bed, I pulled my arms off my belly and pushed myself to the ground.

  Almost stumbling from drowsiness and a severe ck of energy, I poked my arms around the darkness to find my way to the main entryway of the bedroom. I remembered it being somewhere along the opposite side of the terrace, but...

  Solidifying my bearings in this darkness is easier said than done.

  Every other second, a part of my body spped into a sharp corner or my feet would almost trip over something hazardous on the ground; this room was not built with children's safety in mind.

  Not long afterwards, my tiny palms stumbled upon the engravings I remembered on the doors. The engravings of leaves, hundreds of leaves; densely packed together like a can of sardines from Earth.

  Got you.

  ...Or not.

  It only took me a few seconds to notice something I hadn't taken note of.

  I'm too short to reach the door handles.