Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I’m Stuck as Their Baby!

(Elyzara POV)

I flopped onto my bed with the kind of dramatic flair that could only come from an ten-year-old who had absolutely no intention of doing any actual work today. My limbs sprawled out like a defiant starfish as I stared up at the ceiling, thinking about… well, mostly Velka. The entire situation was giving me way too much to think about, and frankly, I wasn't sure whether I was in the middle of a mysterious life-or-death adventure or just experiencing an existential crisis that happened to involve a vampire, murals, and way too many confusing feelings.

[Feeling overwhelmed?] the system chirped in my head, breaking my thoughts like a very irritating glass of water.

"Gee, thanks," I muttered. "What gave it away? The dramatic starfish pose?"

[It's a very unique pose.] The system's voice was tinged with amusement. [Not many can pull off that level of dramatic exhaustion.]

"Glad to know I'm a one-of-a-kind tragic figure," I grumbled, turning over and curling into a ball. "Now, let's talk about Velka."

[Ah, Velka. Your vampire soulmate.] The system's tone was dry. [What about her? Is she still haunting your dreams too, or was that just a one-time thing?]

"Her, not mine," I corrected, though the idea of being linked to Velka in some cosmic, weird soul way made my stomach do a little flip. "But yeah, she came to me after class today. Told me that she dreamed of us as… adults. Fighting side by side in some epic showdown, blah blah. Apparently we're tied together in more than just this life."

There was a beat of silence before the system replied with a kind of strained patience I didn't entirely trust.

[That is… intriguing.]

"Right?" I sighed dramatically. "So, like, what does it mean? You're the one with all the answers. You must know what's going on with me and Velka, right?"

[Well…] the system began hesitantly. [It's not outside the realm of possibility that Velka might have lived before. Perhaps she's… reborn? Maybe she's carrying memories from a previous life. Or, dare I say, you are. After all, you seem to be the center of this entire mystery."

I sat up, staring at the ceiling in thought. "Wait. You're telling me that I might have been alive in another life? Me, the one who barely passed history class and thinks 'culturally significant' means two ice cream scoops instead of one?"

[Yes, it's a hypothesis. Not a confirmed theory. But something about your connection to Velka suggests that this may not be the first time your paths have crossed.]

I stared at the ceiling, blinking. "Are you seriously telling me I might've been… I don't know, like, some legendary ruler or an immortal princess? Because if I was, I'm honestly disappointed with how things are turning out. Like, where's my army of shadow demons? My enchanted throne made entirely of gold? You know, the usual perks."

[Again, no evidence for that particular hypothesis yet.] The system's voice was thick with sarcasm. [But I suppose if you really wanted an army of shadow demons, we could start investigating that for you.]

I snorted. "No thanks. I can barely manage one dragon. Let's start small, okay?"

[Well, you do seem to have a habit of attracting trouble.] The system chuckled, clearly enjoying itself. [That's probably why you have an eternal connection with Velka.]

"Great," I said with exaggerated enthusiasm. "I've got a lifelong bond with a vampire because we're both trouble magnets. How romantic."

[You two are clearly perfect for each other.] The system said dryly. [You, with your impeccable ability to create chaos, and her with her... brooding tendencies.]

I rolled my eyes at the ceiling. "Brooding tendencies? What, like how she avoided me like the plague all day today?"

[Ah, yes. The classic avoidance strategy. A perfect way to build great communication skills.]

"Exactly." I groaned, flopping back onto the bed. "Why is everything always so complicated? I just want to understand what's going on with Velka. Why is she acting like she's known me forever? Why the weird dreams? Why the obvious avoidance?"

[There's something else here, Elyzara. Something deeper. But... we don't know what yet. You and Velka have a connection that spans beyond this life, and that might explain why she's acting so weird around you. But we're only scratching the surface.]

I closed my eyes, feeling an unexplainable ache in my chest. There was something I couldn't put my finger on—a feeling that Velka and I were connected on some level far beyond the superficial. It wasn't just the dreams or the weird reactions. It was like she was a piece of a puzzle I didn't know how to solve yet.

But what was that puzzle, exactly?

I sighed, flipping over onto my side to face the wall. "So, let me get this straight. You're telling me that Velka could be, like, a reincarnation or something? Like, a whole new life?"

[It's one possibility, yes. But you should be cautious about getting too attached to any single theory. We need more information.]

I squeezed my eyes shut. "Fantastic. Just what I needed: more mystery. I'll get right on that. You know, after I finish sulking and maybe sending a very strongly worded letter to whatever higher power is responsible for my apparently tragic fate."

[If you do decide to write that letter, let me know. I'd love to add some snarky comments.]

I laughed, feeling the tension in my chest ease just slightly. "Thanks. I'll add you as my co-signer."

I leaned back against the wall, my fingers absently tracing the edge of my blanket. "So, what now? You think I should confront Velka about all this? Maybe demand answers with a dramatic flourish?"

[You could do that. Or, you know, you could just ask her outright. You might be surprised by what you learn. Or not. Your usual method tends to work out well except when it doesn't.]

I snorted, closing my eyes again. "Wow, really selling me on the whole direct approach, huh?"

[It's your life, Elyzara. I'm just here to help you... sort of.]

I stayed in silence for a long while after that, letting the conversation and the strange thoughts swirling around it sink in. The possibility that Velka might have been here before, in some other life, was a lot to take in. The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. But it also left me with more questions than I had answers.

I couldn't help but wonder: if Velka was truly connected to me from another time, what did that mean for our future? And if we'd been here before if we had fought side by side, if we had somehow shared a bond that transcended time then was this our second chance to fix whatever went wrong?

I had no answers. But I was determined to find them.

And, in the meantime, maybe I could get a little more sleep. The storm outside had died down, and I figured I might as well try and enjoy the peace while it lasted.

[You do realize you're talking about this all night, right?]

I sighed. "Go away."

[Not possible, darling. I'm here to stay.]

"Great. I'll never sleep again."

[Don't worry. I'll keep you company.]

********

The storm outside raged on, a distant rumble of thunder that seemed to shake the very foundations of the school. But inside my room, the silence was suffocating. I stared up at the ceiling, watching the shadows stretch and flicker under the weak light of the candle I'd left burning. I turned over once again, trying to find a comfortable position, but sleep was as elusive as ever. It wasn't just the storm or the clamor of my thoughts it was something else. Something pressing down on me, cold and heavy, like the feeling you get right before something terrible happens.

I sat up abruptly, throwing my covers aside. The room felt too small, the walls too close, as if they were closing in on me. I had to get out, but there was nowhere to go. My fingers pressed against my forehead, trying to push away the thoughts that clung to me, heavy and sticky.

A soft, cold breeze whispered through the cracks in the window, and for a moment, I thought I heard something—a whisper, faint, like a memory I couldn't quite grasp. I turned my head toward the source of the sound, but there was nothing. No breeze, no voice, just the quiet hum of my racing heartbeat.

But then I saw it.

At first, it was barely a shadow, flickering at the edge of my vision, something that didn't belong. But when I looked closer, my breath caught in my throat. There, standing at the foot of my bed, was a figure.

It wasn't a stranger, though it certainly should have been. The figure in front of me was me but not me. She stood tall and confident, her posture strong, but her face... her face was older, sharp, marked by the passage of time. She looked like a reflection of me, distorted and aged by years that I hadn't yet lived.

My mouth went dry as I stared at the ghostly version of myself, a pale mist hanging around her form like some kind of ethereal aura. Her eyes those same dark, piercing eyes I'd seen in the mirror every morning shone with a dangerous intensity. She looked at me with a mixture of concern and... regret?

I blinked, rubbing my eyes. This wasn't happening. I was imagining it. Or... was I?

The ghostly version of me stepped forward, her movements fluid and graceful, but there was a weight to her steps each one echoing with years of experience. She was dressed in a black cloak, the fabric rippling in the air like it was alive, and her eyes fixed on me with a gaze that seemed to pierce right through my soul.

"You need to listen," she said, her voice a whisper carried on the wind. "The danger is coming."

I could barely breathe, my heart pounding in my chest. "What... what danger?" I stammered, my voice shaking despite myself.

Her gaze never wavered, but there was a subtle sorrow in her expression. "You're not just connected to her." She gestured vaguely toward the direction of the school, where Elyzara's name hung in the air like an unspoken truth. "There's something more. You were always meant to protect her. Always."

I opened my mouth to speak, to ask questions, but no words came. My mind was a whirl of confusion, fear, and curiosity, all fighting for control. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of my own emotions, and the figure before me was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.

"Why now?" I managed to ask, my voice barely a whisper. "Why are you telling me this now?"

The figure's expression softened, though the sadness in her eyes deepened. "Because you need to understand. You were bound to her long before either of you realized it. And if you don't act..."

She paused, the weight of her words hanging in the air like an unspoken threat.

"...you both might not survive the coming storm."

Before I could ask her what she meant, the figure began to fade. The light around her dimmed, as if she was being pulled back into the darkness, her presence slipping away like sand through my fingers. My heart raced as I reached out, but it was useless. She was gone, leaving only the faintest trace of her presence behind, like the echo of a dream that you couldn't quite remember.

I sat there in stunned silence, staring at the empty spot where she had been. The air in the room felt colder now, heavy with the weight of her warning. My thoughts were a tangled mess of confusion and fear, but one thing was clear: whatever this was, it was real. I wasn't just imagining it. And Elyzara? She was more connected to me than I had ever known.