In a luxurious room built entirely of polished wood, a beautiful elf woman was in labor. Beside her stood another elf, supporting her and wiping the sweat from her brow.
"Mother, the child is almost here. Push a little more."
"Ahhh!"
The mother cried out as she pushed with all her strength.
"Ee—eh! Ee—eh!"
A baby's cry filled the room as the assisting elf gently lifted the newborn.
"It's a healthy baby boy, Mother," she said softly, handing the child over.
The mother cradled him in her arms, her expression filled with love.
"My beautiful child… From this moment on, your name shall be Aeltharion Vorynth Yggdrasil."
— Aeltharion's POV —
Ugh… where am I?
I slowly opened my eyes and froze.
Before me was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
She stood like a vision of life itself, her presence radiating both power and serenity. Long strands of green hair flowed down her back, shimmering softly. Her eyes—pure white irises—glowed faintly, filled with a calm wisdom that felt timeless. Every movement she made was graceful, as though the world itself bent around her.
And her ears…
Long ears?
Is she an elf?
I had heard elves were beautiful, but this was far beyond anything I imagined.
"Oh? My baby is awake already," the elf woman said gently. "Are you hungry again?"
She pulled aside the cloth covering her chest and guided me closer.
As I drank, my thoughts wandered.
The taste was strange—sweet and fresh, like flowers and forests rather than milk.
…So this is my new life.
Slowly, memories from my past returned.
I had been sick—my body fragile since birth. My skin couldn't endure light, and my heart had always been weak. Pain was a constant companion. That night, the pain had grown worse than ever before. My chest felt tight, my body heavy, every breath difficult.
I remembered lying still… and then darkness.
No fear.
No pain.
Just silence.
And then—
I woke up here.
Reborn.