The sound of waves crashing to the rocks and smell of damp sea breeze was first thing he remembered when he slowly came to his senses.
"Oh...my head"
He groaned as he slowly opened his eyes and soon tried to shield them with his hands due to the bright sunlight.
Slowly he began to gain his bearings and moved his head to get a look of what's around him.
"The ocean? Wha-?"
He was confused when he realised he was lying on back on a solid rock right next to the sea with water sometimes splashing his bare feet.
Alright. I feel sore all over. Let's try getting up first.
While wincing and getting over the soreness he got himself into sitting position.
Took a deep breath and took a minute to have a good look of his surroundings.
God. I'm still confused and can't remember how I ended up here. I live nowhere near the ocean.
He looked down and his eye opened wider in surprise.
Why am I shirtless. And since when I was this huge and well built.
His mouth opened slightly and felt something... like made of metal around his jaw.
He put a hand on his left part of his face. Felt something made of leather and after momentary confusion a realisation hit him.
What the hell?! What happened to my eye? Who did this!
He began to pant heavily with growing panic that something terrible happened to him. Was he tortured? Was he being held hostage?
It took some time before inhaled then exhaled deeply and finally calmed himself.
"Alright hold on."he told himself "I clearly not being held captive or something. First I gotta get up. Oww!"
He slowly rose to his feet,bending at his knees for a moment as he made sure feeling returned to his legs.
He stumbled away from the shoreline and after a few laborious steps reached a tiny lagoon with seawater still enough to see his own reflection.
He was at a loss on what he was seeing.
"Th-this isn't my body." He looked around "What is this? Where the hell am I ?"
He slowly pieced together how he ended up in this situation.
He used to be a scrawny young man with no prospects in life and in a hospital with severe illness.
Now he's somehow woken up in this new body and had black hair, missing eye and body built like a professional wrestler. He also had what seemed like a metal support around his jaw like it had been broken for some time.
"Impossible"
He said but there's no denying it. It's like he has been reborn.
...
By evening the winds blowing from the sea had become rougher and he began to settle down for the night. Although he wouldn't be getting any sleep.
He managed find some pieces of dry wood and started a fire and set up a makeshift tent for shelter using canvas which was bit torn but did the job.
He remembered learning how to start a fire outdoors due to experiences in camping trips he had as orkid.
He still couldn't remember his family or any names but did have recollections of vague memories and events
I suppose something will come eventually. For now I'm famished.
Luckily he had found remains of what looked like a pantry and helped himself with some slices of dried meat which he cooked over the fire.
Hmph... could have used some salt.
Alas there was none but it had to do. With his stomach somewhat satisfied he pondered over what he learned so far.
From what he gathered through his afternoon recce he was in some small island of solid rock with no vegetation.
There seemed to be some signs of human life like some man-made stuff and what seemed like scattered ruins. But there was also evidence of some kind of destruction which must be the reason this place looks deserted.
...
The vision is dark and blurry but he can figure out someone... or something standing at the distance. Peculiar and even intimidating.
"Hmm... now this is interesting." that figure spoke.
He noticed the eyes were glowing red as the figure began to show a discernable form.
It looked like a young man wearing dark clothes. But his presence was giving off an aura that felt ancient... and intimidating.
'Who are you?' he asked that strange figure. There was no answer.
It kept staring at him... menacingly. He noticed it was wearing some kind of black dress with some gold outline and had short black hair. It also seemed to hold a large book.
After a tense stare that dark figure finally spoke.
"You're not from this world."
It said and he raised his eyebrows as he felt like thoughts intruding his head.
"Si-mon. That name. Is it mine?no..." he grabbed his head because of pulsating pain"Ah...! My head hurts. C-cant remember."
He almost had stopped noticing the figure who was staring at him. There was hint of amusement in his voice.
"I never came across resurrection of this sort. You're not a demon but I sense some dark magic. The smell of death."
'What the hell he's saying? Stop playing around or I'll-' he was about to yell but stopped when the mysterious figure raised his free hand.
" I feel we'll cross paths again. Farewell. I shall be observing you, interesting fellow."
It snapped it's fingers and his entire vision became distorted and in an instant became blank.
...
The sound of breeze and crashing waves slowly returned and so did feeling of being laid down over some rug.
His eyes snapped open and the torn cloth he used like blanket got lifted off as he looked around.
His breathing became calm and steady. It was close to dawn and the fire he lit last night had died with only some warm ashes remaining. He had calculated he only had food for few days.
He was on a desolate rocky island with only the open ocean in every direction with no human presence. He must think about survival.
"Don't know what the hell that was about. Was it a dream?"
He could keep sitting and ponder but there were more pressing issues at the moment. His firmed his resolve
He had made up his mind. He will find his way off this island. Don't know what to expect but it's only way to find answers.
A/N: okay this fanfic is semi self insert OC with Simon as base character. He's so underrated his death was one of few in fairy tail and gave his life to protect Erza. He deserves another chance.