CRASH
"Soone call 911!"
People ghastly yell and cry around as I lay on the road after getting hit by a Ford truck and each breath becos fainter and fainter.
"My Son!" I see my dad running to with the rest of my family close behind, Is this the end of my life? I had so much more to do...
"D-d-d-ad am I going to be okay?"
"Yes son, don't close your eyes!" Everyone around starts screaming for help and the rest of my family also centers around as every single second cos by harder and harder. Until I close my eyes for the last ti and everything falls silent.
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"Is this death? just silence..." The peacefulness is suffocating and painful...
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"Child you are not too worry"
"Is that a voice?" I start to look everywhere in this abyss until suddenly a pure light shines through, piercing my eyes and making look away.
"I don't understand, why just why did my life end like this?" I scream for a response and the blinding light dims allowing to eye the 7-foot figure in front of . A beautiful feminine body and face with ever-expanding wings of pure glowing white an angel through and through.
"Child this is not your end this is just your beginning." the angel says to lightly, so light it is hard to hear.
Everything then disappears and I close my eyes praying for the angel to explain more...
Until
I open my eyes again
I am being held and my vision is limited
I see my small arms; I must be a baby again
I just died yet... I'm here?
I just turned 18 and received a full-ride scholarship to the college of my dreams
I was supposed to do great things... but I lost it all through death.
Wait, maybe this is another chance, maybe this is my new journey the angelic spirit is talking about! Maybe I'm reincarnated back when I was a baby, if so I can make sure our family invests in Tesla or sothing bringing us the richness we never had!
Suddenly soone begins speaking! I try to see the person that is speaking yet my infant eyesight renders unable to do so. The language is completely foreign to as well, maybe I just have to relearn English? Albeit that doesn't make sense..
*Dumps*
I scream and kick as a form of protest while being subrged while the taste of wine enters my being. I double-check and taste it again and indeed it is wine. I doubt my parents would ever do this. Maybe this isn't reincarnation? Am I in hell then it would make sense for this situation but I thought I lived an honest life and the angel told this was just my beginning.
They continue talking in a language I don't understand. As I am held in the wine bath by these strangers, I feel multiple hands testing .
I start kicking at the n and biting so I can be taken away from the wine and the hands to try to start my new life with peace. The strangers continue speaking in an alien dialect until I am then released from the wine but now I feel as though I'm being transported sowhere else. They travel for several minutes, I act calm and try to look around yet can't see anything useful with my limited senses.
All the voices begin to resu their muttering until they completely stop walking. They all speak hard and gruff, seemingly taking whatever is going on dead seriously. Then one of them gets close to my face and I see their diterranean features and wearing a Corinthian helt! This can't be happening. My family would never do this.. does this an I've been reincarnated with so type of cosplayers? Maybe my parents just had so very weird habits before I could start to rember, yet only one thing is for certain and that is I'm hungry and this feeling is horrid.
I begin to claw at the man wearing a Corinthian helt carrying and once I'm put down, I arch my brow inward and start kicking and punching air fiercely hoping to retrieve food. Yet I stop once my senses kick in at the acknowledgent the only food I will be able to have cos from a woman, not a filet mignon or even Tofu.
The n continue to mutter all in varied tones of praise I reckon. They pick up and I get brought back to my original surroundings and am placed in a woman's arms presumably my mother's.
She speaks in seeming words of praise like the n from earlier, her voice having a tone of masculinity. After she finishes speaking and places in the arms of a man in spartan armor he then speaks passionately to . He raises high not with a smile but instead with a sad face, the man then leaves the house with in what could only be described as an ancient crib.
I fall asleep due to my infant urges and accept my current predicant. Perhaps this is just a rocky start to my new beginning. The next day then follows and I am picked up and fed by my mother. It is deeply embarrassing to have regressed to this point if only I could've spawned in as at least a 10-year-old.
Father remains nowhere to be seen as I am switched from the hands of my mother to instead to another young woman. The woman cradles extensively allowing peace in what seems to be a completely different world. From my limited senses, everyone wears simple cloaks and the houses hold nothing modern.
As the weeks go by I begin to pick up on more social cues between my mother and what has co to be my main caretaker. Her na seemingly being Anastasia and she calls my mother by so honorific following with the na Laurel. As my sight grows the furniture around presents soft and comfortable shapes none being plastic or modern all being wooden or leathery. The walls all being dried mud and the ceilings seemingly being clay.
I must not be reincarnated in my world! Is this potentially like one of those ani with magic? Perhaps I'm in a different ti period if so I will be at an advantage due to my studious background.
The weeks turn into months and I can begin to understand phrases and the social hierarchy between the two won that care for . Anastasia mainly cares for and does all the duties of the house while Laurel, my birth mother mainly practices instrunts like a lyre. She also bosses Anastasia around and frequently yells clear profanities at her, sotis even dealing out a smack.
Laurel even begins to purposefully put in the dark but whatever thod of parenting she is trying to place on holds no use. My face turns to stone as I just find the darkness as a playground for my imagination. She turns proudly to though after she finishes her parenting every single ti and then she leaves with Anastasia.
Eventually, my legs grew strong enough to allow to walk. On this monuntal day of my newfound freedom, I walk outside with the supervision of Laurel.
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I look out and see everyone wearing the sa cloaks as we do. Not just that but the aged n wear Corinthian helts the sa helts worn from the 300... Am I in Sparta? I turn to Laurel and she makes a rare polite face.
"Ma-ma we Sparta?"
"Yes, my son!" She picks up proudly and then quickly puts down.
I sit in disbelief...
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