Magic exists? Aslan still couldn't digest the reality of what he was experiencing. It happened that in the world he had been thrown into, magic wasn't just a dream, but a reality. Yet, the air he breathed in still felt the same as it did on Earth. How could it be that a world where something so unreal felt so real could exist? Perhaps the people living in this world would feel the same if they set foot in his world. What is going on here? Suddenly my eyes feel so heavy. Aslan couldn't find the energy to think more about the world he was in. He was in the body of a baby and therefore didn't have enough energy to think anymore.
After a while, Aslan opened his eyes from slumber, and lo and behold, the environment around him had changed yet again. This time, he was in a room way bigger than before. The room's ceilings were so high they were higher than the literal house he had back in the old world, and the window was an arched window, something he had only seen on TV.
Moreover, the room's furnishings were made of wood carved with such artistry that it must have cost at least thousands had it been sold back in his old world. Even the crib he was in, the bedding felt so soft, almost like a cloud. I remember secretly lying down in Uncle's bed whenever he'd leave me alone in the house or when he'd knocked out outside after drinking too much alcohol, Aslan recalled.
Back when he was with his so-called uncle, he would always have to sleep on the floor due to their house having only one bed, and obviously, his uncle would not share it with him—not that he had ever wanted it. But one time, he was caught sleeping in his bed, and he was thrown outside to sleep in the corridor. Surprisingly, the room was also filled with toys; one section of the room was just filled with them, almost like a zoo with that many animal plushies.
Wait a minute, how come I can look up and roll over already? Aren't I just born? What is this body I'm in? Aslan quickly realized the oddity of his own body.
Yet before he could come to any conclusion, the room door opened—it was the empress! She walked toward Aslan hurriedly, her face looking puzzled, perhaps even more so than Aslan himself.
"Darling, how can you already roll over and look up?! I must call the emperor this instant!" She ran outside.
After less than a minute, she came back with the emperor. "How could our son do this already?" asked the empress, a bit anxious about her son.
The emperor smiled and then said, "It's normal for members of the royal family to grow this fast, but considering that he is not pureblooded, this is quite slow, actually."
"You call this slow?"
"Yes, when I was his age, I could already crawl. That's how fast we grow. Aren't I awesome?" the emperor added.
"Uh, can't you, Dragon, quit praising yourself?" the empress said, her face showing just how much the emperor praised himself daily, annoying her.
Dragon? Did I hear that right? Aslan questioned his newborn hearing ability. Such a thing as a dragon is even more illogical than having magic exist. The dragons he had only watched were on the instant tattoos you would get when you buy chewing gum.
"Part dragon, Empress. I'm not a dragon; I have dragon blood. A dragon is a scaly, flying lizard. I'm a handsome man you fell in love with. We are not the same. Have you forgotten the stories?" asked the emperor, looking like he was about to start rambling a lot.
"Ah, not this again," the empress sighed while carrying Aslan out of his crib. "Hold on, my boy; your dad is about to do a lot of rambling," the empress says, carrying him in her arms to a chair in the room.
Then the emperor began his tales.
"Long ago, when the continent was a battlefield of the angel-demon war, the people suffered. There was famine beyond anything we could imagine, and the soil became scorched with blood and destruction. Yet one day, the first sage of the human world came hand in hand with the great Dragon of Origin, named Agravar. They sealed both the demon world and the angel world away from the human world. After the war, the dragons created ties with humans and established 14 continents, one dragon per continent, except for the Origin Dragon. The Origin Dragon established a nation with the first great sage; he became its first ruler, and from that point on, the dragon bloodline passed from one generation to another."
"And it remained pure," said the emperor.
"Until your great-mother made the dragon bow!" added the empress, smiling.
"Yes, you certainly did," the emperor answered with a smiling face.
Not long after the emperor left him and the empress, he was called back to the office by Chancellor Orvill. While in the empress's embrace, Aslan was greeted by the empress's beautiful humming. It reminded him of his mother from the old world; she used to hum just like her, though now the memories that remained of her were like an old dream, fragmented yet in pieces that come and go in his mind, each time breaking off pieces of his heart. This empress is now his mother, yet he can't accept her as one just yet. How could he? All the things that had been given to him up until this point by adults were nothing but misery. Sure, the misery is a thing of the past, but the wound will always remain, always.
And yet he thought to himself, perhaps this feeling isn't so bad after all. Thus, as the night sky began to glow with starlight spanning across the black canvas of space, he stayed in the empress's embrace, holding onto her so tightly as if, had he let go, it all would melt away.