Tristan gently opened his eyes and gazed about his room, taking in his new surroundings. He was no longer in his mother's arms but in a little room.
He attempted to sit up, but his newborn body was still too frail, and he collapsed back into the cushion. As he looked around the room, he noticed that he was in a cozy and comfortable nursery, complete with soft blankets and toys.
Tristan was lying there when he noticed a lovely young girl with long silver hair and pale blue eyes enter the room and glance down at him. She grinned and kissed him on the cheek. "Good morning, little one," she remarked cheerfully. "I'm your sister, Bella."
Tristan recognized her as his sister. She smiled warmly at him and picked him up, cradling him in her arms said. "How are you feeling?"
As his sister fed him and changed his diaper, Tristan's mind wandered. He wondered what had happened to the stone, and why his mother had left him. He longed to know more about his family, about the world he had been born into.
Tristan gazed up at her, his mind still foggy. He couldn't remember much about his past life, but he knew that he had been reborn in a world with the stone's power.
Tristan gazed in awe at the wonders of this new world. He had never imagined such a level of technological advancement in his life, and he was captivated by the myriad of gadgets and devices that filled his vision. But as he took in the sights, a pang of sorrow and regret pierced his heart. He had left his world behind, dying on the battlefield without fulfilling his ambition of becoming a Grand Sage healer.
Bella sensed the melancholy in Tristan's eyes and assumed that he was missing his mother. She hugged him close and rocked him gently. "Shh, it's okay, my sweet boy," she whispered. "You're safe here with us. We'll take care of you and love you always."
Tristan relaxed in her arms, and he felt his eyelids grow heavy, lulled by the warmth of her hug. He decided to put aside his worries for now and focus on getting to know his new family.
Bella carefully lifted him up and carried him to his crib, wrapping him in a cozy blanket. She gazed at him with a tender smile, caressing his forehead, and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Sweet dreams, my brother," she murmured before tiptoeing out of the room.
Tristan stared blankly at the ceiling, his thoughts swirling. The last thing he recalled was clutching the stone in his palm. He had discovered it in a mysterious temple of a forgotten god. And it had whisked him away to the future world. A world without magic or monsters. A world where he had to fight against dark forces. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he was reborn in this new world. He wondered what had become of the stone that had sent him here. Had he dropped it during his time travel?
He pondered. What was happening?
But now, he was here in a different era. In a world free of war or mages or magic.
As he lay there, Tristan heard footsteps drawing near. He looked at a man with brown hair and grey eyes familiar somehow. And then I realized who he was. He was his father. Not his real father, of course. His real father had died on the battlefield. Carter walked into the room, a warm smile on his face. "Hey there, little guy," he said, picking up Tristan and cradling him in his arms. "How are you doing?"
Tristan cooed joyfully, feeling snug and cozy in his father's arms. His father carried him out of the room, showing him various things and telling him what they were. Tristan paid close attention, intrigued by this new world he was in.
Over the next few weeks, Tristan adapted to a routine. He spent his days playing with his toys, listening to stories from his sister, and napping. He learned that this world was governed by science and technology and that magic had become a thing of myths and tales.
As weeks turned into months, Tristan grew more familiar with people's voices and faces, and he loved his new family. He also grew stronger. His father taught him about the world. He showed him photos of his mother, telling him that she disappeared after Tristan was born. But Tristan couldn't ignore the feeling that there was more to the story.
He remembered hearing his mother's words in his sleep, and he was determined to find out the truth about his past and the stone that had brought him here.
As Tristan grew and learned more about the world around him, he felt a restless urge inside him.
He didn't know what it was yet.