Echoes of Rebirth

Chapter 2

Your father hummed in acknowledgement, "Mhm, speaking so early is indeed a good thing. Maybe he will become a great speaker in the future. Hehe." Your father looked at you.

Your father looked at you with a smile on his face. "Who knows, maybe he will become a philosopher, or even a bard, huh?" Your father joked while looking at you. Your mother just smiled, "Maybe."

Your aunt looked at you and smiled sweetly, "He is so smart and adorable, he will probably become a great person in the future." Your aunt then reached out and pinched your cheek.

Your aunt pinched and squeezed your cheek gently. "Who wouldn't adore such a smart, adorable little child?" Your mother chuckled at her words.

Your father also chuckled, "Yeah, it's almost unnatural at this point, isn't it? I heard that he is quite quiet before he started speaking. Maybe he is trying to compensate for lost time now."

Your mother hummed in agreement, "Yeah, his sudden silence made me worried. I thought that he might have some mental problem. Maybe it is a good thing now, at least he is back to normal, albeit being a bit more intelligent than usual."

Your father just chuckled in response. "Nah, I don't think there is anything wrong in the head. Maybe he is just very quiet and intelligent for his age, that's it." Your father then patted your head.

Days passed by. You are still interested with books but now you started to imitate words you heard around.

You continued to look at and flip through books, while slowly imitating the words that you heard from the people around you. Your mother and your aunt find your interest in books and imitations endearing. Your father find both your interest in books and imitations very funny.

Your household continued to dote on you while you became more and more like a normal and intelligent child. They always thought that you were just a little ahead of your peers in terms of intelligence, not realising that your intelligence is more than just a little above average.

You began to point at pictures within your books, then look at whoever is around you, trying to form the words that you learned for their reaction.

Your mother, your aunt, and your father all have the same reaction, they are touched by your innocent and cute way of trying to make them react, so of course, they react positively at your imitations.

Your mother, your aunt, and your father all smiled at your imitation, they all find your little acts endearing. Your father especially think you are funny, which often leads to him chuckling affectionately at your attempts of getting a reaction.

Days passed by you found a random instrument lying around and started to play with it. You don't know how to actually play it, and your attempt at making music result in a funny cacophony of weird sounds.

Despite the strange sound coming from the instrument, your mother and your aunt thought you are still cute. Your father, on the other hand, laughed heartily at your pitiful (to him) attempt at making music.

Your father, upon hearing the sounds coming from the poorly played instrument, started laughing heartily, finding your attempt pathetically funny. Your mother and your aunt, on the other hand, thought that you are still cute and endearing despite your pathetic attempt at music.

You stopped playing the instrument in frustration, the sound you make is so much different from someone who knows how to play it. You then laid down on the floor, feeling a bit upset that your performance was so pathetic.

You just laid on the floor for a while, feeling a little disheartened at your failed attempt at imitating music. Your mother then came over to you and picked you up, seeing that you are a little bit upset.

You looked at your mother and pointed at the instrument while saying, "Mama, me want play." Your mother chuckled at your words, you are pouting at failing at your performance with the instrument.

Your mother saw your disappointment and chuckled. "You are upset because you can't play the instrument?" Your mother asked, while ruffling your hair.

You nodded, indicating disappointment in your failed attempt to play the instrument. Your mother smiled gently at you, "The instrument isn't easy to play, you know? You need practice to play it properly."

Your mother tried to explain to you that the instrument isn't easy to play, and that you need to practice to play it properly. Despite her explanation, you pouted back at her, still unsatisfied with your failed attempt at playing the instrument.

You said with a pout, "Teach me, I want to play." Your mother chuckled at your insistence. "Alright, alright. I'll teach you, but it will be difficult, you know?"

Your mother chuckled in response, amused by your determination. "Okay, okay. I will teach you how to play the instrument, but it won't be easy. Are you okay with that?"

You nodded in agreement despite the difficulty. Your mother smiled at you, "Okay, I will show you how to play it, so you have to listen carefully and do what I said, alright?"

You nodded obediently in response as your mother instructed you, "Good boy. Now, watch and listen carefully, I will show you what to do."

Days passed by. Despite your young age, you quickly picked up the basics of the harp and now have started to play the basic tunes. Your mother and your aunt are amazed at your quick progress, while your father chuckled lovingly at your success.

As the days went by, you steadily improve your skills in playing the harp and even started to pick up reading from the books you always look at. Your mother, aunt, and father are surprised at your fast progress, but they all love and pamper you the same.

Years have passed and you have now turned into a 4 years old, you have already mastered the harp, and your love for books and learning remains steadfast. Your family, despite being surprised at your unusual progress, love and pamper you just the same.

The news of your talent spread among the nobles and even the royals. The rumours that a 4 year old child prodigy is living among the populace started to spread around the city, and the news eventually reached the royal palace.

The rumours of a 4 year old prodigy living among the commoners quickly spread around the city and eventually reached the ears of the royalty. The royal court and nobles all started to become curious about this rumour, wondering how a 4 year old child can master an instrument like the harp.

The royal court and nobles all wanted to know more about this prodigy child, questioning how a child of only 4 years old can have such a mastery over the harp. They all gossiped among themselves, wondering if this rumour is true or just a made up story.

One day, your parents were called and requested by the royal palace because of the rumours and news of your talent. The royals have heard about your mastery of the harp and are curious to meet you in person.

The queen looked at you and the asked your name, you were hugging a book while looking at her. You answered innocently with your entire name, "Eldric Thalion Ravenscroft." The queen then smiled at your innocent response, thinking that you are endearing and adorable.

The queen smiled at you as you said your name, she found it sweet that you stated your entire name without a hint of hesitation. Your parents, who were standing beside you, just smiled in response, trying to hold back their laughter at how cute and serious you are.