In the room that appeared neither too cramped nor too spacious a woman lay on a simple wooden bed pressed against the wall .
A thin mattress layout atop it , draped with a plane blanket .
she ( The lady ) was drenched in sweat , her body trembling from the pain that wracked her , but not a single scream escaped her lips . Her willpower alone kept the agony at bay .
She was giving birth .
Admist the pain , a voice broke through - clear yet horse , belonging to a middle aged woman : the midwife who had come to assist her .
"Push harder Lady Halen , you have to give it your all ". The midwife urged .
Moments passed ...
The woman now cardled a newborn against her chest . Her face , once twisted with pain was streaked with tears - tears she hadn't shed even during childbirth . NOW , they flowed freely , touched by overwhelming joy .
The baby in her arms was her only source of happiness and also living .
She had brown long hairs cascading down to her waist , warm brown eyes , and flawless skin . She wore a simple ankle - length on one piece dress .
The midwife , clad in modest black - white uniform , watch the emotional moment in silence. A sense of pity stirred in her heart . Despite the joyous occasion , Halen had no one else by her side .
With a respectful bow , the midwife spoke gently .
"Lady Halen ,you've given birth to a healthy boy . Congratulations ".
Halen looked up , her eyes still shimmering with emotion . Holding her son tightly , she smiled and spoke with gratitude .
"Thank you , miss Sareena . Without you , i don't know what i would have done ".
Sareena replied with another bow , her voice calm and respectful .
" This is my duty , Lady Halen . There is no need to thank me . You are the lady of the house after all ".
Halen chuckled softly ." you don't have to be polite . You are the only one who has taken care of me all this time sareena ".
Both woman shared a small lough , their bond clear in the quiet moment . A few minutes later , sareena asked to be excused and left the room .
Even after she had gone , Halen held her child tightly , smiling at tiny face asleep in her arms .
Within the child's consciousness
A vast darkness stretched endlessly, void on even the faintest light and from within that abyss , a voice echoed - deep calm and devoid of emotion . It carried a presence of both divine and unsettling.
" I am Vailorith , God of time . One who peers through threads of existing . When my power is fully awakened . I see past , present, and future - not just of humans . But all that exists...even the gods ."
( Vailorith: " Vai " meaning vision beyond , and " lor " meaning memory )
" From a beggar in the streets to highest peak of the world ... I rose ."
" And upon reaching godhood , I used my powers to reincarnate - again and again - each time to same humanity from the blink of ruin ."
" During my first life , I built the mightiest family of the era .
In next , i did so again - lying the foundation of four great houses .
Their bloodline power that defy reasons ".
"As such I have created 4 power houses in the human civilization , each of which the descendants possessing the talents beyond imagination ".
" But I have reincarnated yet again , looks like I have once again the task to save the world ".
The voice of the entity which seemed emotionless now faltered , sadness , guilt and regret lased his next words .
" But , with each reincarnation ... A soul perishes ."
" It's always the same - my mother . Her soul unable to withstand my divine powers collapses at birth .
It is the one sorrow that hunts me still ".
And yet - this time something was different.
Born into the arms of Halen , child did not cry , he laid silent still listening .
And then it struck him
" She is alive ...? "
" How is this possible? Has my power not manifested ? No - wait ".
He focused inward , inspecting divinity within him .
" The powers of mine are still there ...fully inherited . Then how is she alive ? "
Thoughts raced through his mind and only one explanation seemed to fit .
" Could it be ... Her soul ? Is it strong as well as pure enough to hold my divinity and yet escape death itself ?"
Even as he pondered , he listened to the voices outside confirm what he already suspected .
" So... I have lost my vision yet again , same as always ".
His conscious started to fade , the god who has seen 6 lifetimes drifted into sleep , held gently in the arms of his mother , for first time in all his lives had survived his birth .