Reincarnation?!
Christopher died.
He knew he had died because his vision went black and he lost all feeling in his body. Just like how people always speculated.
In the brief instant before death, he wondered what would happen.
He wasn't particularly religious, so he doubted he'd end up in whatever paradise was there. If there was one anyway.
Then there was also a very popular theory that was reincarnation. That if soone died they would be reborn as sothing else, maybe human, or so other animal.
Christopher had no idea which one awaited him, so he just hoped that whatever it was, it would be good.
So when darkness fully engulfed him, his soul that was invisible to everyone left his body.
It floated upwards beforehand shooting out at a speed that far suroassed light. Out of the Earth's atmosphere and into outer space.
At impossible speeds his soul flew, passing by planets, stars, galaxies, galaxy clusters, and galactic filants.
It passed by all of these until, in just a few seconds, it left the boundaries of the universe.
Still, his soul didn't stop and kept traveling. And as it did, it passed unimaginably large bubbles that represented other universes, and as it moved, other souls could be seen near it as it appeared that they had a similar destination.
His soul moved, and the souls around it beca more and more until and entire river of souls shot through the empty space between universes, and their destination was sowhere that many individuals couldn't even fathom.
At the end of the massive ocean of souls, there was a structure so massive that it seed impossible for such a thing to exist.
A massive gold and white palace appeared with its size dwarfing hundreds of universes. And at its massive front, a door that was made up swirling light could be seen, and all the souls passed through it.
It was through this door that the various souls would be inspected before being reborn.
Christopher's souls, a small white orb floated amongst its peers and moved towards the door. The mont he passed through, his mories would be wiped and he would be reborn as a completely new entity.
That was how it was supposed to be, that is.
Christopher's soul was about halfway towards the massive gate when a phenonon occured.
Far in the distance, a light flickered. And then far faster than the souls were moving, it shot towards the river.
It didn't seem to have a specific destination as it just flew in a straight line leaving a streak in its wake as it flew so fast.
Even though the soul river was in front of it, it didn't change its direction and just zood. The mont it reached the soul river, it impacted the soul that was in its way. And this soul, happened to be Christopher's soul.
It hit his soul, but there was no impact. Instead, the light fused with his soul and settled in the very center.
After that, not happened for a mont. And then, the light began to shine and proliferate within Christopher's soul. And then, it vanished.
Like it was never there, Christopher's soul disappeared and a soul quickly took its place.
This phenonon didn't alert anybody, hence no one would know what had occured. However the implications of this phenonon would shake the very fabrics of reality on an unimaginable scale, and no entity would be unaffected.
However, that was sothing that would happen far in the future. For now though, we'll turn our focus back to Christopher's soul and where it disappeared to.
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In a world an incalculable distance away from earth, a figure could be seen face down on the floor, his clothes tattered and bloody. It didn't take a genius to realize that he was dead.
However, at that mont, a small orb invisible to the normal eyes suddenly appeared right above it before sinking into the body's chest. And then amazingly, all the wounds on the figure's body began to heal rapidly.
In no ti at all, the the broken bones and torn skin had been healed, and there were no scars whatsoever. The only indication of injury was the blood on the clothes, but that was all.
A few seconds passed, and then the figure's chest rose.
"Ugh!" With a groan, the figure shifted before rolling into his back. And shockingly, the person's face looked exactly like Christopher. And it was.
"What happened? Where am I?" He asked to no one in particular as he sat up and rubbed his head that was throbbing.
"The last thing I rember was…!" At that mont, mories of what happened flooded Christopher's brain. His eyes widened in shock before he blinked and blew out a breath.
"Right, I died." Then he looked around in confusion.
"But if I died, how co I'm here? Wherever this place is anyway." He was about to get up a a sharp pain suddenly assaulted his brain causing him to groan and clutch his head.
Then, mories, ones that he was positive didn't belong to him flooded his mind. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth through the pain, trying to comprehend what he was seeing at the sa ti.
Nearly half an hour later, the pain stopped. Christopher's eyes opened, however his gaze was filled with shock.
"I… reincarnated!?" He mumbled as that was the best explanation he could think off.
The mories that filled his brain just now ca from the body he was in. He was in a completely new world nad Altrea, and the body he was in, actually was very similar to his own, nearly identical.
The person was also nad Christopher and from the few mories where he looked at a reflective surface, he noticed that he looked the sa as well.
Even their last was sowhat similar as the Christopher was also an orphan who, upon reaching adulthood, loved a very unfulfilling life. However, this one never t anybody like Joan, and what pushed him to death was that he'd gotten so tired of his situation that out of desperation, he ran into the forest with a knife wanting to strike it lucky and harvest a rare herb.
However, this desire didn't last very long as soon after entering, he was chased by a pack of wolves and got to the edge of the cliff. And in the hopes that he could survive the fall instead of dying to the wolves for sure, he made a gamble and jumped.
The gamble failed.
This Christopher died almost instantly, and the one now in his body entered and took over.
"There are nurous degrees of ssed up, and this is on a whole nother level." Christopher shivered, feeling uncomfortable in his own skin. But was it really his?
He shook his head, dwelling on that wouldn't do him any good. Instead, he focused on sothing else in the mories that really caught his interest.
This world had magic.
It sounded insane, but then again, so did him reincarnating.
He sighed. Magic or not, this body was just as miserable as he was in his past life. Even if there was magic in the world, this one couldn't use it.
Christopher was about to mope when he suddenly felt a vibration at the back of his skull giving him a strange feeling.
Before he could dwell on the feeling though, a holographic screen suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
A monotone voice filled his mind.
"Huh?" Christopher let out incredulously.
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