It was time.
It was time to leave the comfort of the ebony mother's womb and head out to the unknown world outside. His only taste of it so far were the murmuring and distant voices that made no sense to the young Fantôme's mind. The gentle rocking and the one voice that always provided comfort to the young creature, filled with soft, gentle whispers.
He had always been the more active and aggressive one in the womb, squirming around and kicking. And today was no different. The young Fantôme squirmed and struggled as the home that it had known was changing, ushering him towards the wonderful world waiting for him outside, towards the unknown destiny that awaited him.
A warmth ran over the little Fantôme, a strange and unknown feeling that provided him warmth and comfort. He squirmed as strange, barely detectable smells reached him, a loud piercing cry escaped him, announcing his arrival into this extraordinary new world. Another gentle force guided him towards a soft wall where instinctively, he latched his small mouth around the teat and began eating his first meal in this new world.
Moments later, he felt another body next to him. The young Fantôme did not like the jostling body at his side, but he stood his ground and nursed with vengeance.
