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Another Life

Carl was a baby in a room with deep blue walls. A fine carpet with intriguing designs laid on the floor. The design was of a hunting ground where several hunters were chasing foxes and antelopes on horseback. Pictures of dragons and dragonoids without wings decorated the walls of the room.
Carl looked around himself and reached out, but his baby legs and arms were too weak to move his heavy body. As he hit the ground, Carl heard the sound of crying louder than ever he had heard in his life. The door to the room opened and a woman in fine linen but weird clothing entered.

She asked in a soothing voice, "Why is the baby crying?"
Then she picked Carl up and held him. She sniffed Carl and said, "Baby has not peed on himself. Is baby hungry? Hmm."
Then she lifted her shirt, and Carl saw her tits. She brought Carl forward to her. Carl upon seeing what was happening cried harder, but as his mouth reached her tits, he started to suck on instinct. The crying stopped and Carl's mouth was filled with an unknown liquid of heavenly taste.
The woman said, "So my baby was hungry. The baby is a glutton, you drank mommy's milk two hours ago."

The scene started to shift and spin, and Carl's head started to ache. After some unknown time, Carl looked up. There were trees of many kinds around him. Some familiar as pines, and some unknown to him. There was a metal swing in front of him with some other metal structures which children were playing with. The metal structures seemed man-made.

Carl thought, 'Who would use so much metal to make a swing? And what are those things these children keep sliding on?'

A deep voice called from behind, "Carl, where did you run off to? Didn't your mother and I told you to not stray from our sight when we go to park?"

Carl turned, he saw a man unfamiliar to him, he wanted to ask who the man was, but his mouth acted on its own, he said, "I am sorry, father. It would not happen again."

The man sighed. He said, "Remember Carl, whatever your mother and I tell you is for your own good," then he continued, "Come on. We have an ice cream to catch."
Carl jumped in happiness and trailed the man.

The scene started to shift and spin again. This time Carl was a teenager. He was in a room with many other teenagers like him. A guy was standing on a raised platform in front of the room.

The man was saying, "Three types of plate boundaries exist, with a fourth, mixed type, characterized by the way the plates move relative to each other. They are associated with different types of surface phenomena. The different types of plate boundary movements are: convergence, divergence, and transform.
Usually strong earthquakes happen along the faults where earth plates move next to each other which is called transform.
When two earth plates diverge from each other, magma comes forth from inside the earth from the split which has been made on the Earth's crust. Narrow seas are usually made in this way as two plates have drifted apart from each other. Volcanos can also be born on the boundary of the divergence of plates.
The final movement is convergence. When two plates converge, one goes under the other one. As a result, the other plate goes up, and mountains are made. Faults and mines are formed under these kinds of mountains. However, if two plates are as dense as each other when they converge, neither one would go under the other, as a result, both would go up. The shape of the mountains formed of such a convergence is different than the other one."

Carl was listening to the man intently. He had not heard the maester say such an intriguing theory to him. If it was true, one could possibly guess the approximate locations of mines!

The man called out Carl, "Carl, you seem really interested in this topic."

Carl wanted to say that he was, but his mouth opened on its own again and spoke, "I am not Mr. Anderson."

The man became sad for some reason and he looked disappointed, Mr. Anderson said, "Maybe if you research on this topic before the next class and present it, you would become interested. It would make ten percent of your final score to motivate you, Carl."

Carl could feel that the boy who he was seeing through his eyes, cursed himself for opening his big mouth with he should have kept them shut under his breath.

The scene shifted again. Carl was in a feast. Whatever a feast would be in this world.
The people were dancing, some were drinking what he guessed was wine or equivalent of it as most looked intoxicated. Weird and loud music was in the air.
Someone put an arm around Carl's neck, Carl looked to the left to see who it was. The young man said, "Are you enjoying the party, dude? It is the last party of our life before going to college." Then he grabbed Carl's hand and dragged him toward the dancing people.
The young man said, "Come on. Dance with me. Let us enjoy it," then he turned toward a girl and called her out, "Come and dance with us, Shirley."

A young woman with a fit body and smooth curves came toward them. She had long blond hair with green eyes. She said, "Hello Carl."

Carl felt the temperature in the room was rising. His hands started to shake a little, and blood was flowing to his face and redden it.
The young man elbowed Carl in his ribs, and said, "Answer him, dude."

Carl stuttered, "Hello Shirley."
The girl giggled, and the young man started to laugh along with her giggles.

The scene shifted yet again. This time Carl was wearing a cloth which he somehow knew was called a tuxedo. It was his wedding day. Carl became confused, how was it his wedding day, he was only a child.
Someone entered from the door next to him. It was the same young man who he saw at that weird feast which he called a party. The young man still looked young, but he seemed more mature and a little older.
The young man said, "The ceremony is to begin in half an hour. Why are you not ready, yet?"
Carl looked at the man. The man could see the hesitation in Carl's eyes, the man said, "You seem unsure. Come here, let me fix your tie."
Carl walked up to the man, the man started to fix a piece of cloth which was hanging from Carl's neck that was apparently called a tie.
The man told Carl, "It is normal to be scared. Everyone is in such an important moment of their life."

Carl told the man, "I am not sure that I want this."

The man looked at Carl, then after fixing the tie, he put a hand on Carl's shoulder and told him, "You chose this. I advised you to follow your heart, but you did not listen. You could have afforded it after all and face the consequences, but now is too late to back out. You must go forward with it and make a happy life for yourself."
The man then said, "Now go, the bride is waiting for you."

The scene shifted again. This time Carl was seating on a long, big, and comfortable chair. A book was on his lap and the title was 'A Game of Thrones'.
A man with a face so unlike yet familiar approached Carl.

The man said, "You have finally awoken, Carl. I have been waiting for you for years."

Carl asked the man who gave a weird vibe to him, "Who are you?"

The man answered, "You know the answer to that question already, but you refuse to accept the reality."

Carl told the man, "I am Carl Connington. The son of Lord Armond Connington of Griffin's Roost, and brother of Jon Connington. My mother was a lady of Myr."

The man said, "You are who you claim you say you are, and you are not at the same time."
Then the man asked, "Why do you fight it? Why not accept your true identity?"

Carl started to cry and pleaded with the man, "I don't want to remember another man's life. What his life has to do with me? I have a life of my own, now."

The man said, "He is you, and you are him. Both of you are one."

Carl said, "I do not want to change. I want to be me."

The man said, "We would all change, eventually. Some changes are more rapid, and some are slower. But change is a fact of life and is inevitable."

Carl said, "What cruel deity has done this? Has it been the work of the Seven? The old golds? The doomed gods of Valyria or the red God?"

The man said, "I do not know that these gods which you called do even exist, but I know that you need to accept yourself. If you do not and wake from sleep, you would feel hollow for the rest of your life. You would never know peace because you would always feel a piece of you is missing."

Carl said accusingly, "I lived eight years, and I did not feel being hollow."

The man replied, "You did not, yet you were missing some part of yourself. You only did not feel it as you did not know that it should have been there in the first place. You were like a blind person who had never seen the light; thus you did not miss it."
There was silence for what seemed like an eternity, the man said, "You are not fighting it anymore."

Carl asked, "Would the change be good?"

The man shrugged, and asked, "Good for who?" then he continued, "The future is ever-changing and uncertain. Never forget that regardless of what you learn. Remember that only you can make your future and no one else."

Carl asked, "What would I learn?"

The man said, "It is time for you to grab my hand. When you awake, you would be whole again."
Carl knew that there would be no more answers until he awakes. The man reached his hand, and Carl grabbed it.
There was a blinding light and the darkness ruled supreme.