The nothingness seemed to go on forever and ever, with nothing changing, no matter how much I seemed to move. Or did I even move in the first place, this place felt unnatural, something not meant to be understood. And who knows how long I've been here as well, I must've died if all there is, is nothingness…

But that can't be true right, no it can't be, it's probably just some weird dream that I'm having. I mean the human mind can dream things completely different from the real world, just like this place, Right?

I mean I'm seeing a light now, maybe that means something important. Maybe I'm trying to tell myself something? Might as well try and move towards the light right, Curiosity has never truly killed the cat, just some old folk saying to scare kids.

The white expanse seems to be expanding further as I move towards it, but am I really moving myself towards it, am I being moved to the light, or is the light moving closer?

It matters all for not though, because as soon as I touched the light the place where I've been for who knows how long exploded into color. The reds seemed to twirl in with blue to make a beautiful shade of purple, well at the same time greys, browns and tans moved parallel with each other. And green connected the three, like the thread of a master weaver. And all other colors fought and allied with each other, blending or separating over and over. Until all at once the colors stabilized into the form of something, but from where I was I couldn't completely make out what it was.

Even with the masterwork in front of me I had more important things happening, such as the fact I could feel again. With all of the relief it is to have a sense of coming back to someone as if a blind man could see again. The rush of air around me brought me back to reality. It didn't take me much longer to realize I was falling towards the picture the colors had previously fought for. The wind rushing past my face was as euphoric as it was terrifying and everything below me came into further focus.

And the horrors on the edges of this place just seemed to come alive, with unimaginable darkness coming from the far east. It looked darker than night and seemed ready to snuff out the world, but the light blue to the north that looked so similar to a frozen lake anywhere on earth that had cruelty and malice tainting it. And the flame in the center of this world seemingly held these powers at bay but left the lands it previously inhabited a broken husk to be used as more fuel. Not to mention the waters inhabited by monsters just barely seen from the surface edge. Or the wounded harpies inflicting cruelties upon anything below their perch.

If anything the western continent looked the safest with its content dragons that prowled the land keeping the other animals in check. from the Wolves guarding their groves of white trees to Roses trapping hunters and towers in their thorns. But even still as I tried to move myself to face the continent there own problem appeared. Ravens were everywhere, from north to south they flew over everything and whispered in the ears of every animal on the prowl. I watched as the ravens whispered to a young dragon and she then went to kill the dragon next to her, only then realizing what she had done the dragon killed herself.

And as the Ravens spotted me they went to circle me and started to caw "foreign" over and over again. But I couldn't let them distract me when I was close to the ground and past the clouds now. I had to pick the best spot to fall to, to try and increase my chance of surviving after dying so recently. It seemed to be all for naught though because it looked like I was about to land on a decently sized castle. I've managed to be somewhat calm but this is too much, I'm about to die all over again.

So I braced myself for impact, only that I didn't feel any pain, just a slight push and something else give. And I hear a voice say, almost exasperated. "Wake up Maegor, your uncle talked about this, you'll be starting your lessons today."

…Crap…

I really wasn't expecting to be reborn and having a second to take it instead whatever just happened makes it seem all the more surreal. Just what exactly even was what I experienced, what could've even caused it to happen. Maybe this is how the universe has always worked, I guess Buddhism got it the closest then, which really sucks because who am I even going to pray to. Should I even pray to any religion, it's all so confusing to think about right now, I'll just go back to sleep.

Only to hear that same person from earlier say "Maegor if you don't come out of that room now I'll be coming in alright."

Well I'd have to face this new world at some point anyways, "alright I'm coming."

I heard a few footsteps from behind the door before she gave one last parting shot. "make sure to change your clothes, can't have a repeat of last week can we."

I really didn't know how to respond to that besides a "I've got it." but oh man that reminds me that someone used to live in this body, it just seems so sickening, The thought alone is nauseating. I've got to move on though no matter how fake I feel, I've got to take this second chance with all of my being.

But as I got off the bed I was on and looked around the room to find a dresser I noticed a decent sized mirror hanging up on the wall. And in the reflection was a small child, I had just killed a child. My vomit ended up coating the floor in a sickly green, a mockery of the beautiful green shades I had just seen in what felt like less than an hour ago.