The last thing I remember is a tree falling then a blackness consuming my mind. When I regained conscience an odd feeling settled in my mind that something was off. The first sign was that the first thing I saw was a green tinted face of a tired woman. The second thing was that she appeared massive compared to me that when I looked down and saw a chubby green hand that felt like mine and after clenching my fist confirmed that it was my hand. Well crap I guess that tree may have been my end but what in my life warranted me a second chance. Well with my head in a spin after processing my new predicament a lite yet gruff sound caught my attention as the woman was trying to say something to me. I say trying because I couldn't make hide nor tails of what she appeared to say to me sounded like a cross between bear growls and german. Trying to keep track everything in my current state takes all the energy I have so I decided to let sleep take me.

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  Mother's pov.

  After eight months of carrying my child is born a male the midwife shows me filling me with joy and a hope that he grows to be a strong warrior. He didn't cry during birth and has a strange aura to him but I do not care for he is my child. I sing him a lullaby to help him fall asleep as I do the same.

  End of chapter one.