A young man has just died.
Nour sits in an empty vacuum as he stares at his hands in disbelief.
A chilling voice breaks the mood:
"Child, what do you wish to receive before rebirth? Beware, all is balanced. I give and I take."
It finally happened! My wish has been granted. I will be reborn in a new universe of swords and magic. I only had to die to receive this opportunity. Nour thinks to himself excitedly.
"You must speak, child." It affirms calmly.
..This is uhhh some sort of deity I guess? They're quite dramatic. I wonder if they read Shakespeare as job training.
"Ehm ehm oh great being, thou art so powerful. What may thee offer this lowly subject?" Nour says sarcastically.
The large entity remains silent.
Hmm are they unimpressed? If mr. deity has no menu, I have to get creative…
Now, what do I need most as a newborn in a new world? This is difficult. Every main character I've read used their old life's specialty as a theme. I never really achieved anything so that's off the table.
What do I want to achieve? No, that's the wrong question!
I have no idea where I'm headed and how the environment will be. In this type of unpredictable situation, what I need most is adaptability... Yes, that's the most flexible option right now and it's good life insurance.
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"Adaptability. I want Adaptability."
"That.. is a tall ask. May you find joy child."
Was that... pity?
Warped is the vision as he disintegrates.
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This feels different from death. I really am afra-
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Vhalstic calendar 11th Cycle - Debin Kingdom
Another young man is still asleep.
The wind caressed his skin softly. He laid on the grass asleep. All the trees and rivers watch with anticipation. Our young hero wakes up slowly. He darts around and hurries home. His parents are anxious, he is not usually this late to dinner.
"Mom! Mom! Don't let dani grab my portion! I know he's praying to Eena for my absence." He shouts at the top of his lungs as he runs and trips.
"Enough. Don't run love, your plate is right here safeguarded by May."
Damien enters his home carefully. He feels a warm hand grab him softly, so small and heartfelt.
"HIII! is that you Maymay?" He says raising his pitch.
"Who else could it be? Do you think Duster grew hands?"
He picks his little sister up and smothers her in embrace "Oh you are a jester now! What talent you showcase for your age! I am in utter shock."
"ooh chilly darkness, I arrive upon your doorstep" She mutters ironically.
"Have you been watching the town plays again? Didn't I tell you they're a waste of time?"
"Well, how would you know?" She laughs.
"You little!" He starts tickling the little girl with playful irritation
"Wait, I was jesting!! HAAHHAHA-"
"Hmm you are spared, for this time you kept my meal" he lets go.
"Merciful! Truly kind!" She laughs before she takes off running then continues to say: "Oh by the way Duster took your piece of chicken hahaha"
"... She learnt to run quietly so I can't follow her. She's so clever." He smiles wryly and takes a place at the dinner table.
"Where were you?" asks his mother with concern.
"I fell asleep on Old man jin's hill"
"How is he?"
"I don't know. He's been confined for weeks now. Maybe I'll try knocking next time"
"Ok be careful, you know he has wild dogs"
"Mom, Duster would eat them alive I tell you!"
"Ehm I can hear Duster's bones shaking, he must have eaten one too many"
"Hahaha an old beast is an experienced beast"
They continue their conversation as our boy eats his fill. His mother has already made him a second plate of chicken and removed the bones.
...
Ugh I am exhausted. He lays on his bed and thinks to himself
What was it I felt during that nap? It was like a water droplet in my ear but I can't shake the eerie feeling.
He thinks hard to find answers and falls asleep minutes into his quest for the truth.
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Damien's first dream
“Hey, do you think this bra suits me?”
"hmmm nah pink was never your color bro. try the black one."
Soldiers exchange laughs comfortably under the terrified gaze of a child in hiding. The little boy is shaking and has held his breath for long.
"Did you check the perimeter?"
"Nah I like surprises."
"You're gonna get killed, you know?"
"Oh please by whom? This guy?" The soldier jitters around, then kicks the severed head of a fresh body. The child, enraged, comes out of his hiding place screaming.
"Oh fuck!"
"Shoot him!" screams the soldier in the back.
Hands hover to the automatic rifle under the leather belt. However, the child got to him first and thrusted a fork in his thigh. As the commotion began, the boy ran into the ruins of what was once his home. Navigating the maze of debris with plentiful experience, he escapes to the ruined world outside. He cries and holds his hiccups. He can not throw up. Food is scarce. His mother told him that. He must survive.
...
Our hero wakes up gasping.
I could see
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