Azrael's POV:
"HAAAAAAAAP!"
A sharp gasp for air.
Am I alive?
Wait, didn't I just died right now?
Wait I can't move... Why can't I move my legs...
Wait, why do I feel so small?
"Seki, leopa amaama atu hahagi buras. Aka herula ma ka segugu, aka hastura aga keru quat, ala?"
Translation: "Aww, our baby is finally awake. You slept for so long, you must've had a nice dream, huh?"
A woman suddenly approached me, peering in as I realized I was inside a wooden box...
Wait is this a crib?
Where am i?
Who's this woman?
What's she saying? I can't understand her language...as I look unto her, she's smiling, making cute faces, as if I was a little child.
She took me from the crib and lifted me up. As she did, that was when I started to see the place I was in.
As I look around, I see a dim room lit by the soft light of the moon slipping through a small window. Wooden walls surround me, faint shadows stretching across them.
In one corner, there was a table filled with things that looked like they were for a small child. Bottles, cloths, and other small items.
That's when it finally hits me.
I've been reborn and this is my second life...
and this lady right here is my New Mom in this life.
No way! what about my parents from my past life?
Mom? Dad? please help me T.T
It all started to happen so fast,
what's going on, i'm scared
But why do I feel like crying?
Is it because I'm alive and was given another chance?
I want to go back
The parents I had from my past life. I hoped they were okay with my death, I hoped they were strong and doing well.
Suddenly, I started crying loudly.
The lady who I assume to be my new Mom got startled.
"Seki, atutu atu huat amaama cuatrko? Juset aku tura keru shoqu zuret forey? Jikkko heur, akas cua."
Translation: "Aww, why is my baby crying? Did you have a bad dream instead? Mama's here, don't cry." It felt like she was trying to soothe me as I continued wailing. This felt like the love of a mother.
Wailing in the background...
A man arrived, gesturing with open arms, wanting to take me. My mom then handed me to him.
"QUAQUAQUA, huat misut, atutu duret aku cuatrko? Hural, hural. Pikko acquap Jikko muret heur."
Translation: "HAHAHA, my son, why are you crying? There, there. Papa and Mama are here."
I, I can't understand them... I never heard of this language before, was I born far from the Philippines? Wait, the real question is, was I even reincarnated on Earth?
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