Existence.
I have long given up discovering the meaning of mine. Long since given up on having a good life, in fact one wouldn't even be able to call what I am as living. I simply am. Let me tell you a tale of how it all went wrong.
In school I was always the smart one, always the one teachers and parents looked at and thought, he is going to go places in life. I am too smart for my own good really, because eventually I stopped putting effort into things, I didn't need to, my bare minimum amount of effort still kept me passing my classes and scoring into the top percentages of my classes. Even in sports and athletics I had a natural talent that most people could only dream of having, I could never say I was instantly the best, but after a few minutes of playing a game I usually got the hang of it. So you see at a young age I ingrained into my mind that nothing was worth the effort of doing, and that stuck with me to this very day.
I ended up not doing anything with my life after school, because my mindset is so messed up that I saw no point in putting in the effort to become someone important.
I worked sub-par minimum wage jobs for years, never doing anything besides working, playing video games, and reading. I stopped hanging out with friends, and started to ignore my family, never realizing I was falling deeper and deeper into depression.
One has to realize that it is hard to tell if you yourself have fallen into depression without a traumatic event happening, I never realized I was depressed until recently when I had looked back into my life. I realized it started around the beginning of High School and gradually kept deepening until I was so far into the pit, that I didn't want to get out.
So here I am today, 21 Years old , lying down on the ground, looking up into the clouds and sky hopelessly trying to find my reason for living. I have taken to doing this a lot recently, usually twice per week for the last 3 months, and I can honestly say that I hate living. I don't see the point anymore, now don't get me wrong I don't plan on committing suicide either, because honestly I am to lazy to do that, and I personally think that even if I am bored and doing nothing with myself, that boredom is better than nothing.
That is what I believe will happen after we die, nothing, we die and that is it. I apologize if I am offending your religious sensibilities but I can't delude myself into believing in a higher power without definite proof seen with my own eyes.
Now that I am done ranting to myself we can get to the reason I am internally monologuing. I am done, I am quitting trying to pretend that I am alright, I am going to live my life how I want to from now on, and nothing and no one is going to stop me.
With all that said and done it's time for me to get up and find something fun to do.
As I stand up a pressure descends around myself leaving me struggling to stay standing, I can barely breath, my entire body is shaking from the amount of effort it is taking me to remain standing. In fact I am on the brink of passing out, when as suddenly as it started the pressure unexpectedly cuts off leaving me to drop to my knees gasping for air, struggling to catch my breath.
Looking around to see what could have caused this to happen I discovered that I am not where I was before the pressure descended upon me, I was struggling too much to withstand it that I didn't notice that my surroundings changed. Looking around I swear that I have seen this place before but I cannot for the life of me put my finger on it.
I am within a giant office that makes me feel like I am small, I am not small, I am 6'1. Just as a comparison the floor tiles are about as long and wide as I am tall. They are yellow tiles in a square office leading up to white walls, with green trim. The walls have circular Japanese windows and a ceiling so high I could never hope to reach it. A desk is located in the middle of the room, at least I believe it is a desk. It is so massive that I am not even as tall as the legs let along the top of the desk, it is at least three times taller than I am.
Bewildered with my surroundings I didn't notice the presence entering the room through the door behind me.
"Glad to see you made it through intact." A deep gravelly voice boomed behind me.
Spinning around I was startled that I didn't notice anyone in here with me. I was left stunned at the sight of King Yemma from Dragon Ball Z.
If you didn't know King Yemma is a giant man with red skin, long thick black hair and beard, silver/white horns coming out of his head, and a purple suit. Composing myself as he made his way to the desk, my mind was racing with thoughts of what was going on, and if this was the real King Yemma from DBZ.
As soon as he sat down he pinned me down with a hard look, waved his hand making a chair appear and gestured for me to take a seat. Gulping hard on saliva I sat down in the surprisingly comfy wooden chair and waited for him to address me.
"A few things before we begin, No I am not the real King Yemma, you are also not dead, and you are also not dying. Now that I have that out of the way, the reason I brought you here is because of what you made up your mind to do. You were going to live your life the way you wished and no one would be able to stop you, I have looked into the future and saw that you were plenty successful. You became a mercenary, thief, bodyguard, anything anyone needed, for the right price of course. Now while that would usually be all well and good, I have decided to interfere in this matter because I am extremely bored and can't do what I wish for myself, too many responsibilities and such."
He takes a break from speaking, presumably in order to let me process what he has just spoken about. He takes a drink of something from the mug that just appeared in his hand when he reached for it, places it back down and begins talking again.
"I am going to give you a new life, anywhere and anything of your choosing with up to two requests during said life. I repeat, requests, NOT wishes, do you understand?"
Nodding to signify I understand he continues.
"Good, now tell me where you wish to live again and your requests, I shall give you a few minutes to prepare and decide." He states calmly and starts to read what I expect are reports of some kind that appeared in his hand.
This is a dream come true, honestly if I had known that all of those reincarnation fanfictions I had read were real, I might have just taken the opportunity with the legendary truck. "That isn't real." Yemma interjects my thoughts.
He can read minds?
Of course he can read minds, Oh well let's get back on topic, I have always loved fantasy books, such as The Mortal Instruments series, The Hunger Games, Inheritance Cycle, Throne of Glass Series, but my favorite was and always will be Harry Potter, not because I love the characters and the plot line, because I don't Harry was to much of a push over for me to enjoy his as an MC. I loved the possibilities, the magic, the abilities, and always fantasized about what I would be able to achieve with magic, therefore I already knew where I was going to go, the only difficulty would be the requests.
"I would like to be born into the Wizarding World of the Harry Potter book series." Yemma hums is agreement.
Being born as a muggleborn would be tragic, I would lose out on so many opportunities that pureblood families have, A magic library, bloodline abilities, and other things that may or may not be real like family rituals at certain magical ages. Therefore I knew what my first request would be.
"My first request is to be born an heir to a prominent pureblood family." Yemma nodded in response.
Thinking of my second request wasn't difficult either, I wanted to be a Perfect metamorphmagus, meaning that I don't unconsciously shift my form and could only change it by willing it to happen, any changes are permanent unless I deem to change them, not even spells nor potions could change them.
"My second request is to be born with the abilities of a perfect Metamorphmagus, I am sure you heard the requirements from my thought, is it acceptable?" Again he nods in confirmation.
Expecting something to happen after that, but having nothing happen was a little awkward, I mean I was just sitting there watching him read some papers.
But suddenly I wasn't there anymore, I was inside of a smooth and cramped area, everything felt sticky and warm, it was really off putting.
I realized where I must be, my new mothers womb, and from the tightening of the space, and screams of what appear to be my mother I believe I am to be born.
I am going to skip the gritty details of what happened and just let you know that I hope you never experience what I have just experienced. I wouldn't wish it one anyone, there is a reason babies' heads come out cone shaped.
After settling down, getting cleaned up and wrapped into a blanket I am handed off to my mother. I don't know how I am able to see, but I am, and I will chalk it up to magic and leave it at that. I open my eyes to see my mother, and notice that she is as stone faced and stoic as they come, albeit a little pale and breathless due to childbirth. My guess is that she is using Occlumency to reign herself in, looking close I can see the warmth of motherly love in her eyes albeit only when she looks into my eyes. She looks away after a while, going back to stoic and stone faced, and starts talking to someone else, I can't see who it is as I am unable to turn my head to see, but they sound male, so I am to assume they are my father.
Taking the time to look closely at my mother, she looks like a younger Famke Janssen, like way younger, she looks 20 years old. Nice, I hope my father is as attractive as she is, I will be a real looker later in life.
I am interrupted from my inter musings by being shuffled around so I can see the man that my mother was speaking with, a tall man with shoulder length thick black hair along with a full neat and groomed beard. His appearance is similar to Christian Bale from American hustle just without the glasses.
Good now I know I will be attractive when I grow up. I wasn't by any means ugly before, in fact I was rated a 8/10 by the women I was flirting with during a speed dating get together, I was just worried that my parents would be rather disfigured from inbreeding, glad to know my fears were unfounded.
The man looks me up and down a few times then we lock eyes, and as I am looking into his storm grey eyes, I can see this man who appears just as stone faced and stoic as my mother give a small and gentle smile towards me.
He opened his mouth after some time and spoke my name. "Serpens Hydrus Black, named as such in hopes he becomes what this family needs to reach heights of the likes we have never seen."
Nice.
I give him a gummy smile, this is going to be fun.