Chapter 4 - Windbloom

“My poor child!”, the gentle woman stroke her cheeks, her hands trembling, afraid she would make her pain worse. “Just wait a little bit more! I will ask your father to let us move to another mansion again. It might take a while but please endure.” she begged, her face washed in tears.

“I’m sorry but, can you tell me who you are and who I am? What is this place? What happened to me?”, Aira asked.

“So, you don’t remember anything at all?”

“...”

Adriel and the woman both sadly looked at each other.

“Here! Take a seat!” Adriel said, taking Aira and his mother to sit on the bed while he sat on an chair in front of them.

Aira kept looking at them without saying a word, expecting only answers.

“I am Hestia,  the second wife of Baron Windbloom and this is my first son and your older brother, although not by blood. You were adopted by the baron after your father, his younger brother had passed away. The woman and the young boy you saw earlier are his first wife and the first son.”

“First son? How so?”, Aira asked, looking at Adriel. The young man was obviously older.

“Because I am only the second wife, Adriel is the second son by status, which, by rule, makes Noah the first son even if he is younger because he is born of the first wife.”

“This does not make sense at all. What kind of rule is this?”, Aira thought.

“You fell from the balcony a few days ago and hit your head, so that might be why you do not remember anything. I asked your father to bring a better healer.”, Hestia added. “I’m sure you’ll get them back. You just need to be a little patient.”

“Fell from the balcony? Hm! Did me and this girl from another dimension synchronize? We also have the same first name. Is this a parallel world, I wonder?”

Adriel noticed Aira was lost in thought. “I’m sorry I’m late.”, he said.

“What…! What is this?”, she asked, puling herself back, startled by the sudden strange green light coming from his hand and covering her body.

“Don’t be scared! You may not remember now, but I would never harm you. Allow me to heal you. You are completely covered in bruises.”, Adriel tried to reassure her.

“Is… Is this… magic?”, she asked, then took his hand, inspecting it.

“Yes! I was blessed with healing magic by the great beings of Asteria.”, Adriel replied, gently removing his hand to resume the healing.

“Adriel is the first and only wielder of healing magic from our generation in this family.”, Hestia spoke proudly, but with a sad tone.

“I see.”, Aira said, impressed. “Wait! What did you just say?”, she asked Adriel.

“...?”

“Did you say Asteria?”

“I did.”

“Then, is this world called Oria?”

“Indeed. Do you remember?”

“I… The names just popped up in my mind.”

“That’s great! It means that you are recovering.”

“Um, I believe so, too!”, Aira replied.

Things finally started to make sense.

“So, this is the famous transmigration I read about. I must have ended in one of my favorite novels. Is this the first book or ‘The Flower’s Tears’? Or maybe the third book? I don’t remember any characters by the last name of Windbloom. So, I either transmigrated as an extra, or a new character in the new book.” she contemplated.

“You need rest.”, Hestia said, thinking that Aira might be tired from all what happened. “You’ve been through a lot these days. You should sleep. We will wake you up for lunch later.”

“Wait! I have so many questions.”

“First, sleep, then we will answer your questions. Your recovery is more important right now.”

Hestia kissed the girl on the forehead while Adriel covered her with a blanket, then they both left the room.