Chapter 2: Starting Line
My life began with no surprises. Simple child birth into a house that looked safe and cozy. I continued to look around trying to get a grasp on my bearings wondering how I can think at such a high level being only but an infant. Then a sudden pain in my head made me cry out in similar fashion to all babies. "Well good thing to know his pipes are working. Almost started panicking when he wasn't crying out at all. Was about to slap him to make sure he is alright." The lady holding me said in a calm matter of fact way. How could slapping lead to me being alright? That is just plain absurd. I want to know how spanking a child would help. Then a searing pain in my head as thoughts not my own flooded my head. After a short few seconds I understood the slapping comment. All that to check to see if a newborns lungs are functioning. Slightly barbaric but another glance around tells me no equipment around would be able to help at all.
Wait did I just question something and have it answered immediately. No only that but I also gained ways to improve this technique through the aide of several items I didn't know. Just as I was about to question what they were. A high pitch squeal came out of no where. "Oh mom he is so perfect he looks a lot like dad." "I can't believe how big he is." Two new voices provide background noise disturbing me from me discoveries. The lady holding me spins me around slowly to show me. Wait what the hell are these things? Pain leads once again to knowing. They are apparently my family. Thanks for that one took a real genius to figure that out. I meant what kind of thing are they? This time no pain as a description passes through my mind. This doesn't make any sense. We are beast kin. A very rare species none the less. All of us host pure white hair and tail. Our eyes are perfect pictures of a starry night sky. We are silverlight wolf folk. It seems like the enlightenment are getting less and less descriptive almost like a dam holding back the flood. The lady holding me passes me to my mother.
"Your name shall be Ridzac." My name is Ridzac, huh that sounds pretty cool. My hands and legs itch began to itch like crazy as I entered my mother's embrace. Kicking the blanket off of my body I see my hands phasing or morphing in between normal and clawed monstrosities. My whole legs changing the same way to be seen as very wolf like limbs. My mother's gaze is dumbstruck. All I can hear her mutter is the word deviant over and over again. Let's see what I can find out about this. I pose my question to my inner self before being given a short explanation on what just happened. It seems that deviants are more in tune with their ancestors hybrid blood allowing them to grasp a brutal hybrid form through this morphing I am currently performing. "No wonder you took forever to come out young one. You were special to begin with." With everything back to normal mom broke the silence giving me a calm feeling as she spoke. Suddenly she howled. A message was passed through my mind. *Pack leader come son special.* This must be how we communicate over large distances. I thought nothing of it until a man walked in a few moments later to my surprise having a fully hybrid face looking like a pure wolf's snout. "What do you mean special? Many times we have learn special is not a good th...." *Pack leader* I mimicked my mother's open howl. Well to say that I found a way to mimic it. I don't really know how and for some reason my internal encyclopedia isn't working. Looking at everyone shocked faces my mother spoke "How did he do that his mouth never moved? Does he have a gift for sound magic as well?" My father looked at my mother with disbelief when he said "As well you mean this isn't what made you think he is special." "No he showed promise as a deviant already able to change his arms and legs." Why is dad like the way he is. I jumped at a small concise response of cursed from the inner me. What, how is he curse? Data blocked. Huh that's a new one. Perhaps I'll find out on my own later.
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"Why is this babe so inquisitive?" A counsel member asked. "I didn't think that one of this age would have enough mind power to develop thoughts like this." Another respond to the question. The meme bees all sat around staring at a pool with Ridzac in the middle able to hear all his thoughts and see all his emotion. "Maybe all our interaction is starting to affect him. Either way his head is not capable of all this knowing and understanding we must place some sort of filter on this till the time is right." "Agreed." The remaining counsel members shared the same thoughts. At the wave of one hand the boy started to receive less information until it reached a safe and simple level. "With this he won't be overburdened by his reward. Until his mind is fully functional." "I'd say that should only take until is tenth birthday. After that his past and present universal knowledge shall be able to pass through him with ease." "Let us watch and enjoy his growth." The counsel nodded in agreement. Returning to their silent over watch of the child known as Ridzac.
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