3 Chapter 3: Meeting her daughters for the first time

Now that she had become a come-and-go visitor to the dark dimension, she wouldn't be surprised anymore. She and Lireeza had started to fuse, and she could feel it; she was scared she would no longer be original because of it. After all, personalities were what made each individual distinctive, and fusion could destroy or create a new one. Her anxiety was not monotonous, it was a possibility for someone who lost their memories to change into another type of individual they themselves might abhor. But that occurs amongst one in a thousand and it was a rare scenario. For example, most of the time during her past life, a person in her past life went into a coma, and every person changed slightly.

Perhaps perceiving her worries, she received a message transmitted by the other soul letting herself be devoid of concerns and apprehensions. She heard Lireeza, saying only memories related to fighting professions would likely affect her; the others were not to be fretted upon because they were like pages written in the history books which could be referred to anytime, she wanted. In short, she heard her thoughts, don't make a fuss.

It was as if the book turned page by page, one after another picture scrolls were shown, depicting the protagonist's story from her birth, her naughty childhood toward her first step of becoming a ranger by seriously training day and night without complaint or hesitation because her ancestor and the name Windrunner asked her. She was promoted step by step from captain to the rank of ranger general. Throughout this journey, she made friends, lost many, and few would walk the arduous road together.

At last, she found her partner who would spend a long loving life with her and discovered her happiness. They gave birth to four daughters with the surname Windrunner because the Windrunner family had more prestige when compared to her husband. If this occurred in her past world, people would scold or snicker at the husband, but here there were no such things as gender differences for the powerhouses except for weak civilians who were unable to join the rank of professional. Windrunner family had a generation of strong women contributing to the peace for Quel'Thalas and they earned this surname with bloodshed and struggles. Nothing was free.

Feminism in the past world at the beginning had some meaning to it. Afterward, it trailed off from the intended goals and their meaning had been manipulated to become the enemy of the whole world. It had become the word, everyone would sneer at. Now she just wanted to complain: why not try to fight for more opportunities for women to prove their grounds and to prove their worth instead of degrading men and asking for weird rights. Of course, naturally, some were trying to undermine true feminism as if the concept could really be the enemy of the whole civilization.

Now back to the memory movie scrolling, she had a happy life until the moment she heard the news her husband was in danger. She rushed for a rescue but was unfortunately too late. She blamed herself and went into a coma. Now the final stage of fusion, understanding her position and emotions, was complete. She was now solely, Lireesa Windrunner, not the old Jones anymore, but she could still be considered Jones. Lireesa said in her heart as if to put emphasis, "I'm now Lireesa Windrunner. Fret not, I will fulfill our promise." Afterward, she sensed her restraint was set free. It seemed as if she could now open her eyes to wake up after a long soothing yet boring sleep.

No longer feeling her heavy eyelids and filled with energy since traveling through the darkness, Lireesa Windrunner now opened her eyes first to glance around and understand the situation. From her previous memory, this was one of the rooms inside the main building of the manor, belonging solely to her. Yes, the whole two-story building was for her alone. Naturally, the previous owner lived with her husband, freely and each room served its particular purpose—painting, music, various other arts to martial arts room, internal archery, and magic laboratory. She noticed quickly her three daughters were still standing there behind a woman who gave the impression of a physician, reading her pulse. This healer softly asked: "Lady Lireesa, are you awake? Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"

"Except for soreness in some places, I'm now very calm and healthy. I'm grateful and apologized for troubling you, Ella," replied Lireesa gently putting pressure on her hand to signal. She, nonetheless, had strength. "Please, call me by name Ella."

"Madame, we must pay attention to etiquette and rules, so that all followers of you will respect you and never have an idea of contempt." Ella replied, "Please pay attention to yourself, especially your mood. I know what happened really saddens us, Milady. But we must press onward, you certainly couldn't forget your four remaining daughters."

"I will," Lireesa promised. After looking at Ella's eyes firmly and squeezing her hand, Lireesa said with a trembling voice, "I've so few who still stand beside me as friends. I implore you deeply to regard me as your close relative sister and call me Lireesa. Please, Ella...Just who knows what'll happen next. So, I beg you?"

After contemplating for a while, Ella seemed to have made a decision. She signed out a breath and promised: "Well, forgive my rudeness, my dear Lireesa, you are always our sisters. Make no mistake of it." Ella grasped Lireesa's palm with both hands, comforting what she thought were insecurities after losing her husband.

Frankly, was Lireesa really scared? Nope, it might only be 50 percent frightened. What scared her now truly wasn't related to friendship, but her way of interaction being noticed by her close companions. So, she hoped to use this chance to alter her style of speaking and to close the relationship gap between her confidantes further. Ella was the first but not the last. After all, she was not the original Lireesa.

"You should talk with your daughters, Lireesa," Ella stated, "We can converse other times, but they need your support. They are still children, my sister. I'll be taking my leave for now." With that Ella rose from her chair beside the bed and nodded to the other three women. She walked outward.

Lireesa only had desired to whine, what children, except for the little baby face child, all of them are older than mine. Now I became their senior. Oh no their mother! The world is always filled with strangeness. No need to marry, straightaway upgraded to being a parent.

"I'll see again when I'm fine," Lireesa said, to which Ella just waved off her hand backward. Lireesa smiled at her behavior. Luckily, she was able to change Ella where her original found difficulty in. She was very proud now.

She moved her eyes toward her daughters. Apart from the youngest who sit on the floor and played with her fingers and muttering chatter happily in her own dream world, the eldest three looked at her with some caution as if they regarded their mother as porcelain who was easier to be broken. Lireesa was embarrassed at the moment when she reminisced how she was shocked to a coma. It was actually the change of gender and location what hit her the most not them, but they only knew when they spoke their mother went unconscious.

She beckoned with her hands while saying tenderly, "Come here darlings, don't be scared." They were a bit hesitant. She wasn't scared they would doubt her because she was their mother and had a slight freedom of style. The previous Lireesa was extremely strict and highly demanding, which the current her would never implement. In the end, she knew how that worked out based on the Warcraft game she'd played. Honestly, in this whole world, apart from her dead so-called husband, she had no fear. Naturally, as a man soul from the previous life, she clearly didn't want to be ridden by her spouse, especially a male spouse. Just a mere thought of that had already disgusted her to the point of vomiting reaction. In this life, she would never, certainly not be ridden.

Well apart from beautiful goddesses, I can accept with a clear conscience, she thought.

Seeing her three daughters frightened to move, she quickly scolded harshly albeit with a soft voice: "Come closer. Your mother is not weak as you thought. Remember how I raise you. Now come along sweethearts." Only then they began to move forward cautiously. Amongst the three, two of them had blonde hair—one with emerald eyes, another with blue eyes—and the other had silver hair similar to hers with blue eyes. Obviously, the eldest was blonde followed by silver.

The one with smooth silky blonde hair, long enough to the waist level, having a pair of green eyes like jade was the eldest, Alleria Windrunner. She had an enchanting figure with a guitar shape body; her firm breast had a size of probably double D cup and her upturned buttocks were big and curvy enough when viewed from the front, depicting the perfect golden ratio of a woman. She wore a white tulle dress, golden belts with crystals enclaved surrounded her waist, and lower portion forks out from both sides of the thigh showing off her snow-white skin. Lireesa swallowed her saliva, her heart rocked and rolled like a roller coaster, but she had to pretend to be nonchalant.

She thought, this figure and this face alongside her eyes, she is my goddess wifey I highly sought after. But life made a joke on her, the goddess became her daughter. Alleria exuded not only a warm and gentle temperament but also a mature charm, which was the killer for most men. However, Lireesa knew Alleria was a proud woman, her gentleness was only toward loved ones.

Beside Alleria, Sylvannas Windrunner with blue eyes was also similarly attractive. Her face was more beautiful, but she didn't have the aura comparable to her eldest sister. She had infamous hourglass figures, S-shaped curve lines enticed males—Lireesa included because she was still not immune. She had a bigger bust compared to Alleria. Both of their mountains conveyed the pride of the women. Their bodies were likely to be envied by others.

The last one with silver hair, Vereesa when compared to two older sisters, it was hard for her to be noticeable. Her figure was still beautiful and glamorous, but her aura diminished when she stood with her sisters. However, Vereesa seemed to signal to others she would be very playful focusing more on cuteness. It had to be stated all three of them were long-legged beauties. Of course, the youngest didn't have any products, but she was very cute, playful, and mischievous, at least for Lireesa. She was sure to be very naughty girl who would not even fear her mother, not to mention the new Lireesa who came from a modern background and had never experienced childcare. So, she might really spoil her in the future.

After they got closer, she touched every hand of the three Windrunner, caressing every inch and memorizing the sensuality. Well, she wasn't perverted enough to target her daughters, it was just to comfort her injured male soul. She called the youngest, whose name was Lina, beckoning her to lie down beside her. Lina's cuteness had already touched Lireesa who still hadn't put herself as original to become a real Lireesa, awakening her maternal instinct of willingness to protect her four daughters from any danger. All of a sudden, she sensed her body's relief and trust.

She reckoned faith may play with our Windrunner, only with strength can one perfectly grasp oneself destiny and be able to secure our life and happiness. My daughters I promised I will protect you from any harm and will lay the road for you to walk. Of course, it would be best for you to stay with me forever.

Lireesa might be selfish, but she'd indeed do what she'd promised. Nothing could stop her oath.