Hello, hello,

I just wanted to warn you this is a 6 chapters update. You shouldn't get used to it since the posts probably won't be regular.

I hope you enjoy this new story,

Narsha

Part I: baby steps

Rebirth

She hasn't expected to die. Well she supposed nobody did. She was also conscious that being aware of being dead wasn't really something that one should consider a normal occurrence. And yet here she was thinking about life and death matters.

Well if one would call that a "here". She only knew that everything around her was pitch back and relatively comfortable. Maybe it was how the last journey felt. She had thought nothing about religion and life after death back when she was alive. All that mattered to her were her acting courses, the books she read about almost everything, the band and the different theater stages she lived for. She had lived a life of ink and paper, of music sheets and notes, of the different characters she enacted.

But did it matter now?

And the world shook and shrunk. It was constricting around her. Deformed sounds were coming to her ears but she couldn't place them nor identify them. She felt a ball of stress forming inside of her. The word wouldn't stop moving around her.

Suddenly something ripped out somewhere and there was the sound of running water. Her world constricted around her once more. The thick walls were crushing her! Water was rolling around her, and she was flushed along with it. But where water could go, she couldn't. She was much more material than she had thought she was, bathing in the darkness for so long…

Then she pieced things together and understood what this place was and why she was there.

Life was giving her another chance!

Time seemed really long to her as she was pushed out from her mother's body. She felt so frail and tired, yet she couldn't breathe. In the cold and bright world, she had been reborn, she was going to die. She felt her body constricting around that sole idea of breathing. Such a simple task really.

A pair of gloved hands took her away from the gooey cavity she just went out of. Unable to move with her untrained muscles, it was only instinct that made her shiver in the cold air. Pain spiked as something was cut near her belly, probably her umbilical cord. Right now all she wanted was to breathe and live.

A harsh slap on her back forced her mouth and lungs to open. The darkness that had surrounded her once again disappeared as her chest went up and down. Air. How long did she had not had air inside of her? She heard herself wail in relief. Or was it of fear? Of pain? Her emotions were such a mess!

Sounds, colours, smells, everything was overwhelming. Everything was blurry and the cheers of the medical unit were indistinguishable. Someone wrapped a warm towel around her to get her clean. She was already exhausted by all this agitation, but all these people moving her body around prevented her to get sleep.

A male face was presented to her. It was a chubby face covered of dirt and dust. It was a was a wonder to her how such a dirty person had been authorized in the hospital, had he been her father. He blurted some sounds she didn't understand. Probably something like "hello [insert name here]". How cliché was it?

As she did nothing but wail and closed her eyes, someone put her down on a warm place. A hand went on her back, and she felt how protected she was. She opened her eyes briefly to her mother's face, her new mother that is. She was frail and fragile, and this person was so gentle to her. A bond was formed with this unknown woman at that precise moment.

At that moment, she said her last goodbyes to France for the new life she was living.