Elijah's Story

Chapter 1 : Mother

[Elijah's POV]

          In such a bright and quiet day, all of this had to happen. Or maybe it happened in the night and I just woke up? I don't know. I don't know. I want my papa and baba here. I'm tired of walking. I looked around, a flat field of snow was what I see. Further up, something dark and prickly looking. Woods? Whatever it was, I kept walking and thought about myself. When I was still in my original body, I always fly to where humans were. Different shapes, different heights. I stayed there to observe the human life and I got interested, wondering if, in another life, I can too, be a human. I guess my wish was answered after my death.

          How old am I? If I was an owl right now, I'm allowed to be on my own, leaving my nest. Well, I didn't leave my nest because I didn't want to feel neglected... or abandoned in some way. But now, I'm not as tall as a standing fox. Maybe double its height? I do not know. If I were to remember my times observing the humans, I would be what the taller and older looking humans call "a child". Maybe I'm 11 in human years? Who am I kidding, no one cares about that because no one was here! Wait, what's that?

          Grey clouds coming near from the trees. What was that? Curiosity filled, I started running towards the woods, towards the grey clouds. Closer and closer, I see a structured thing. A thing... What do they call it? A house? I guess it's like a nest but for humans. I huffed, catching my breath in this cold. I tried moving my tiny feet fingers. So cold, I can barely feel it. I'm so tired, I think I saw a shadow coming closer. I blinked as hard as I could before walking ahead.

          "---ey! Hey! Are you alright? What are you doing out here in the cold?! Where are your proper clothes? Ah, maybe you don't have them," the shadow yelled, as it comes closer. I tried to speak.

          " I am... awol? Birf! Now...uhm... hooman.. ti'ed..." was what I said when I meant "I'm an owl. Bird! Now I'm a human. I'm tired." But of course, a newly born human placed here can't speak well after being a feathered being. I just kept on shaking, trying to look at the shadow, who was now very close to me. Darker skin than mine, chubby face, dark, long, 'criss-cross' hair. I guess it's a human. It said something, but I didn't really catch what it said. Maybe, "Hey, hey. It'll be alright? Fire?" What's fire? All I know was that I was wrapped with something warm, picked up and everything was dark. I fell asleep.

          Nothingness but it felt so soft, warm and smells nice too. I slowly opened my eyes, confused as I groaned. I looked up, no sky. Just a brown, wooden thing covering what supposedly was the sky. I sat up, looking at my hands. I guess it was not a dream. I looked at the fabric on my body. It looked new. It doesn't look like I was attacked and torn to pieces. I was wrapped with a really thick fabric on me; It's so warm, it felt like I was ready to be eaten. Wait. Am I going to be eaten? I quickly unveiled the fabric and hopped off this heavenly soft thing. I looked down, seeing wooden platforms and my...feet? Where were they? Were they in this fabric thing as well? Whatever. It's comfortable, I'll allow it. 

          I looked around, such a different environment I'm in. Everything looks like wood. The place looks so warm, there was even a white stick that has an orange thing on it. Bright. It's dancing too, amazing. I walked aimlessly, out of this... box. Out I go, through a tall rectangle hole as I pushed a rectangle shaped wood. I slowly walked out, walking around as I looked around my surroundings. It was dark but I could see the same rectangle wood, each on one side from where I'm standing. I guess I came out from this middle box. Maybe those two rectangle wood opens to another box like I was in! I turned around, looked left and saw a bright orange light, like the light from the white stick. I walked towards it only to realize it's below me and I had to get down by climbing down this thing.... a pile of wood stacked together weirdly, one going up and the other going down. I looked up these piled up wood; it's dark and at the end of it, there's another wooden rectangle. I got scared. Slowly, steadily and softly, I got down.