We were suddenly back to my first memories as a baby. The moment my memories began.
It started off in a nursery for a little girl. Stuff animals all over that were handmade of different animals and teddy bears. There was a rocking chair in one corner of the room made out of pine trees and woven beautiful into its shape. A table set on the opposite side of my toddler bed made out of oak trees. My bed had a wooden frame with rope holding together with blankets and quilts on it. The room made out of hardened clay and wood.
I couldn't be more than a year old. I was playing with my toys. I was just able to walk a small amount, but crawling I was good at. My mom was sitting on the rocking chair watching my father and I as we played on the handwoven rug ontop of the dirt floor.
My mother was gorgeous as if a goddess. Her long black hair touched her ankles. She had feathers woven into her thick hair from various birds. Her skin a beautiful caramel color with very few blemishes. Her eyes the color of honey if held to the light resembling a slight golden hue. Her face perfectly symmetrical. Her lips a light pink. She wore a hand made dress made out of animal fur. It looked like buffalo skin or deer. It was made in such a way that my mother was completely modest, but also cute. She had the same material for shoes, but zero fur. Her hands slightly rough from her basket weaving and dress making. I could finally see who I resembled ever so much.
"The time draws near, for the hour glass she left is almost out. What are we going to do? I can't give my dearest baby away," my mother's soft feminine soothing voice like an angel spoke a foreign language that my brain translated beautifully like I have always known it my whole life.
"We shall fight then," my father spoke in a stern voice that of a God depicted in ancient stories. He was also handsome and God like. He had sandy blonde hair that cascades down his back in waves. He also had feathers woven into his hair. He had slightly pink lips and emerald green eyes. His tan complexion proving he works outside constantly. His hands rough and that of a warrior for he always had his blades and bow with him. He was very muscular however lean all at once. His clothes made of the same material as my mother's.
Torches and candles were around the clay house to give us light. The bright sunlight shinning through the open cuts for windows also allowing a small breeze to come through. It was cold nor was it hot. It was comfortable temperature inside.
The eerie feeling begins and my mother snatches me out of the floor. A sigil written in blood covered the clay walls creating a barrier. The sun getting blocked out by clouds making everything darker. The candles going out to an unknown wind force. Only the torches remaining. Several black shadowy figures stood at the windows but only a silhouette. A woman's silhouette standing in the doorway shrouded in shadows. Her red eyes the only thing you could clearly see.
"It's time to give me what you vowed. Give her to me," spat an evil voice from the red eyes with arms out stretched. Shadows spilling from her keeping her shrouded.
"We will never give her to you!" Guarded my mother. The sigil vibrations on the walls getting louder. Shadows trying to get in every way they can.
"Then let her be cursed." Spat the red eyed woman. My father drawing his bow and shooting into the windows causing the shadows to run. He then started using them on the red eyed woman. She caught each arrow my father shot snapping them in half and dropping them to the ground. He ran out of ammo so he dropped the bow pulling a blood sword out of thin air. My mother was using her magic to shield my father and us. Some of the sigil began cracking around the door allowing her to step inside. The black shadows covering all the lights in the room and breaking the other sigil to allow it to enter from everywhere within the small nursery. The woman silhouette with the red eyes reached for me. My father jumped to try and slash the woman. She grabbed the sword causing it to start boiling and dripping turning into mist and a pool of blood. She reached threw my mother's field and grabbing my father by the throat within a spilt second of grabbing the sword. She opened a hell pit underneath him before slowly lowering him inside with his haunting screams as hands grabbed into his flesh pulling and ripping him into the pit. She dropped his head in a second after before the pit disappeared back into the darkness. I could feel my mother shaking as she held me. I felt soothing magic touching me trying to keep me calm throughout the whole ordeal.
"You saw what I just did to your husband. Give her over to me and I will let you live and try for your revenge. Or let that baby girl be cursed for all eternity and I'll still keep her," Snarled the red eyed silhouette of a woman. My mother was crying and trying to hold the force field as the red eyed woman reached out for me. My mother screamed in terror. My mother began trying to throw shimmering orbs of light at the darkness for them to only get taken over by the darkness surrounding us in the force field. I felt myself get yanked from my mothers arms in a matter of moments and her agonizing screams as the darkness took her. I found myself being in complete darkness except for those red eyes looking down at me. I was too much in shock to even cry at this point.
"What a perfect child. So full of potential. I will raise you as my own. At the end of this life may you never remember any of this and begin the curse that your parents have set forth upon you by breaking their vow," whispered the eerie words from a forked tongue of the women with the red eyes. I felt a lock click around my very soul cementing the cursing words as her magic wash over me. I felt trapped and scared until the soothing magic of a gentle woman came after slowly and softly putting me to sleep after a while of staring into complete darkness of the unknown. With only the soothing magic to keep me calm.