As you made your choice, the world turned to darkness. You heard murmuring from above you as you were pushed out of what felt like a tunnel and into the light. The unpleasant feeling caused you to cry, as you blinked at the enchanted lights at the bedside. A woman lifted you up, and you felt an instinct to suck on the breast she held you up towards. You began to calm as you suckled at her breast. Once you had done so, you tried to make sense of your surroundings. Your thoughts were slower, and the words that were being spoken by those around you were unfamiliar to you. You felt immense comfort in the arms of the woman holding you, and were lulled into sleep.
Over the next few days, you began to piece together that your name was Michael. You were a healthy baby boy. The woman that was now your mother was named Anna, and she was a single mother who recently inherited a tavern from her mother who passed away. You had a four year old sister named Saria who often liked to play with you. You tried to talk to them, to tell them about who you really were on several occasions, but you could only babble. You didn't realize at the time that both Saria and Anna were not, in-fact, speaking English, but an unfamiliar fantasy language, and you were slowly learning this new language.