Prologue-
This is the way the world ends not with a bang but with a whimper
This isn't a story about how I died, and found myself in another world, of waking up and missing everything you were; of how everything you knew was gone (disappeared). That story was over, that part of me…well it had died. I had the memories sure, but not the emotions attached to them and as this new lease on life happened even those escaped me to the point they became nothing more than a half remembered dream. I'll be honest the only thing I remember about my death was a clear searing heat; and then nothing. Darkness. My next memories were of darkness and warmth for a long time, and I had a clear thought if this was death…well it was bit boring but surely it could be much worse. I spend most of the time sleeping being lulled to sleep by a rhythmic beating, sure the longer I stayed there the tighter the space I was in became but it was peaceful.
And then finally one day I woke up panicked, my warm cocoon was become unbearably tight. The drumming had reached a crescendo, the warm walls where becoming tighter and tighter with my fist (and this came with shock to me, I had a body!) I moved furiously trying to find escape. The squeezing was now coming sporadically, I was being pushed down. I panicked! I did not want to leave this warm heaven, I pushed and kicked I would not be leaving with a fight.
Then there was light, and for a stunted moment I stopped moving completely. The bright light had momentarily blinded me; but soon enough my vision cleared yet I saw nothing more than blurs around me. I felt warm hands on me, carrying me! This was wrong I was small sure but never small enough to be carried in one's arms. This had all happened too fast; I was panicked on my change of position and possible loss of my sight and to my eternal shame, I opened my mouth (thinking to question what was happening) a shrill cry escaped my lips. I sobbed and cried panicked about what was going on, on where I was; the arms carrying me did not slow. Carefully lowering me into another's arms. This new creature, or, person carrying me shushed me, cooing at me like I was a baby placing me carefully against their chest. And here once again was that drumming to be heard, I whimpered calming as I heard my one constant companion among all these new sensations. I was washed out, I was exhausted finding myself in a new environment ripped out of my quite cocoon were I had spent who knows how long.
Finding what small comfort I could, on the drumming that had accompanied me through my confinement I fell in to a fretful sleep.
