Chapter 5
On one of the pages there was a photo of a little girl, maybe five years old, judging by her appearance. Quite a sad face and somewhat similar to the face of a boy ... But that's not all, then there was a photo of an adult woman very similar to this girl. The most surprising, perhaps, turned out to be a photo of a boy, it is this photo that is shown on the first page, after the photo of the baby. If you turned on the logic, then it naturally became clear that the baby had grown into a boy, but as for the woman ... The guy looked at her face for a long time, and with every second caught himself thinking that he did not just know who she was, it seemed to him as if they are very close. In a moment the memories reappeared, dim, muffled, but filled with warmth. Pain pierced the boy's head, but he was finally able to hear the woman's happy laugh, her face, her dark purple hair, and then tears of sadness, the last of his memories ... It turned out that she was his mother.
- How can this be ... So this child is me, and then the girl is my ... Sister? - to say that he is surprised - to say nothing. Moreover, he had memories, memories of his own, of his mother. Plus, he could swear that he had already seen her, even before he got into this world, even then ...
- Ur! - the name instantly surfaced in my memory and all the memories gathered in a single chain. The moment of his own death was finally reflected in his mind. He remembered everything, remembered every passage in recent years. Putting it all together, it wasn't hard to figure out how he ended up in that lab. Experiments were staged on it, as on Ultear, for years ... All scraps of memories touched the ceiling, the only thing that he saw every time in moments of light awakenings. The blue magic circle ... Moreover, he did not acquire these memories, but experienced them himself! He knew for sure - he was the son of Ur, and this body was his own. He shouldn't have been born, but he was born to blame for everything ...
Touching his neck, the boy tried to find something. Of course, there was nothing there but dirty leather. There simply could not be any amulet from the past.
Closing his eyes, the boy sighed sadly. For some reason, the memories brought both warm feelings and unpleasant pain mixed with sadness. He didn't even know how old he was, he didn't know what name he received from his mother, the only thing he had were memories and photographs. He couldn't even read what was written.
- Perhaps she has already sealed Deliora ... Yeah, - with a sad smile, the guy looked at the blue sky: - And where did I get on the road of life? I would never have believed ... Mother Ur, and sister Ultear ... But who am I?
Returning his gaze to his own photograph, the boy sighed. Looks like a sweet child, but pale and weak. Magic threads were everywhere, eyes were closed, and hair was just hanging in the air. In this position he stayed all his life. Not to say that he was angry, rather it all seemed too magical.
"Exactly, magic!" - Realizing something important, his eyes sparkled. If this is the world of Fairy Tail, then magic is quite real here, and if so, then there was still a chance to survive!
Putting thoughts of problems aside in the back of his mind, the guy closed his eyes and tried to focus on the current force deep in his body. Now he finally understood what it was. It turned out that this was the very magic - ether! If you learn to use it, then it is quite possible to get rid of muscle problems. After all, most likely thanks to magic, he was able to move at all. Perhaps thanks to a strong desire to survive, he was then able to overcome all the dangers. He remembered well - magic is alive, and it may well be thanks to her that he could be here. Therefore, this is definitely not the end!
Collecting my thoughts. For the first time in his life, he tried to grope for strength in the depths of his body.
Time passed, but the young man continued to wait. Almost a minute passed before his patience began to fail. He usually preferred to act, but when you absolutely do not understand where to start, you slowly start to get irritated, especially when your whole body hurts and you want to eat.
After about ten minutes, the guy opened his eyes and grinned wryly:
- And what did I expect? They certainly did not just put the experiments on me, I probably have magic, besides, I feel it, but I have no understanding at all, - having rolled over to his knees, the guy decided to collect some branches and light a fire, and also pick berries and that's it- still wash. If nothing worked out with magic, it was worth washing the wounds and making simple compresses. There aren't many wounds, but the knees and palm were not weakly torn.
First of all, the guy reached the stream. The rumor did not fail, so he quickly crawled to the right place. He was already moving noticeably faster, but the lower leg muscles still did not work properly, so he had to crawl for now. True, on the way he managed to find a couple of good sticks, in an amicable way you can make temporary crutches and practice walking. If everything works out, then it will be possible even once to fully move around.
The noise of spring water and the smell of nature lifted the mood quite a bit. He washed his face and froze again, since the sun had already risen and was gradually getting warmer. After examining several nimble fish in the water, the boy just sighed, drank and washed all the wounds from the adhering dirt. All he could now was to rip an already small piece of clothing and try to compress the worst of his wounds. First of all, he tore off several bunches of a lichen-like plant and worried about it, then he applied everything to each of the wounds and tied it with small bandages. It's a risky business, but there is a much greater risk of getting an infection, you don't have to choose here. This method has already saved him in the past. The plant is not poisonous to the taste, so it shouldn't cost your life to try. Then he decided to make a fire, it was not easy to move with the new bandages, but he tried to use small thick sticks and lean on them, sticking them into the ground. He tried not to use his knees and forearms. This method turned out to be terribly difficult, but slowly, on a stick, he still gathered up on a small fire. All this time, the "force" in the body circulated and constantly gave off warmth to every scratch and muscle. Therefore, behind all this, he noticed fatigue only in the evening ...