Dragon Spirit

I'm Alive Bitches

Dark, oh so very dark. Dark but warm. Warm and fuzzy. A little tight, a little suffocating. 

Hunger. The grumbling of my teeny tiny stomach. I have a grumbling stomach? I thought I died?

I'm hungry? Can you be hungry in hell? Gordon Ramsey's Hell's Kitchen was always an entertaining show I watched.

It's still dark, can I get some light? Is there light in Hell?

I heard murmurs and whispers and felt a discussing warm breath hit my face.

How can I sense these? Do I even have a face? If I do, do I have eyes?

With all the strength I could muster, I forced myself to open up one eye, if I even had one. I wish I didn't. 

The light was too much for me to bear and it mad me very sad and scared. I felt the warm tears forming and my other eye lid starting opening. Everything was blurry and I felt like a baby crying for dear life.

"Katherine look! She opened up her eyes! She has her mother's eyes! Oh how Lady Lynn would have loved to see this," I heard someone say.

"Bella you mustn't touch the baby! What would the king do if he heard you had touched his daughter?" I heard another voice say.

"Oh hush up dear, the only people in this room is you, me, and this darling little baby angel."

Wait. What?

"Katherine is it true that babies are almost blind when they are newborns?"

Yes you dumb idiot. Everyone knows that.

"Bella if you want the baby to see you, you don't have to touch her so much. Just stick your head in the crib and call it a day will you?"

I closed my eyes in fear of what's to come. Dear god please do not be a succubus.

"Helllloooo Princess Anastasia, I am your nanny, Belllllaaaa," 

She dragged out her words as if I was a baby. Curious, I opened my eyes to see what demon named Bella was in front of me. It was quite calming to see a normal face of a human dressed in maid clothes. 

Wait, did she say my name is Anastasia? Like that Russian Princess that died along with her whole family? What a joke.

"Katherine!! Look she's giggling! I think she likes me!" she squealed.

The other blurry lady behind 'Belllllaaaa' was probably Katherine. I wonder how she looked.

"Haeyiah dahbuh bahhuoohha heahh," I babbled.

I babbled? I was trying to say 'show me your face' and instead it came out as that? Am I really a baby?

"Katherine I thought babies aren't able to make a sound at this stage of her life?" asked a clearly confused Bella.

"Indeed. It took my nephew quite sometime before he could mutter nonsense like Princess Anastasia. We must tell the king."

"I call not it."

"I hate working with you," I watched with my terrible vision as movement was made and a door was opened and then shut.

"Now that the other grumpy nanny is gone you should go back to bed your highness," Katherine said in a singsong voice.

 I did not want to go to bed, I wanted answers.

How the hell am I alive, who the hell am I, and why am I in the body of an infant still carrying the memories of my past self?

Was this was God wanted? Am I a chosen one, one like those chosen knights in those fairytale stories?

A flush of tiredness overcame me and I slowly succumbed to the depths of sleep. Whatever is going on, all I know is I am alive, and quite frankly, better than ever.