Chapter 1

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"Quite a nice soul you've got."

I stood in the air, wondering what the old man meant by saying that. As if sensing my inquisitive look, the man chuckled, saying. "Look at yourself."

I did what he had said, and then feeling like my eyes have opened for the first time. I raised my hands to my face, watching in utter shock and bewilderment as the flame that covers them twist and churned. My skin glowed with the color of embers, like that of a live coal.

"What is this?" I look at the old man and ask, strangely calm despite my situation. The flames didn't hurt me one bit, rather, they comforted me. It gave of the feeling like home. I checked my entire body, and confirmed with my eyes that it was wholly transformed into something else. An ever burning fire covering me.

"That." The old man pointed at me and smile. "Is your soul."

"Soul?" I blurted out reflexively. "Did I die?"

"Yes. And you were just born." Said the old man with a mysterious tone.

"And who are you? Are you god or something?"

"Neither." Said the old man. I was suddenly blinded with an intense light and there came the rumbling of thunder, so loud and powerful that it caused my existence distort. Just when I thought I would disappear, peace returned and the light receded, finally revealing someone whom I cannot recognize. The new arrival had intense flames covering his entire figure, and some occasional lightning flashes forth from his eyes.

"I'm just like you. A fellow kin." Said the man.

"You're the old man?" I asked in amazement. It was strange that shocking things like this would not shock me so much as I thought it would. 'Probably has something to do with me being in this state.' I thought.

"What then is your purpose for meeting me?" I said.

"I just come to greet you, and inform you of the things ahead." Said the man.

"Things ahead?"

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"Right, I could only maintain this place for a little so I'll tell you." The man explained. "You should have guess that you have already died on Earth. But your journey doesn't just end there, Your soul shall transmigrate into another world."

The man paused, letting the information sink to my head. Then I gaze blankly at the man. "What else?"

The man showed a gentle smile. "Nothing, whatever happens from now on, you shouldn't be surprised. The world your going to is full of mysterious things. Also, you should probably practice how to cry."

"What do you mean?" I was talking about the last part. The man simply gave me a meaningful gaze but did not speak. It was only a while later that he spoke. "Alright, time's up. Good luck, and may your life be bountiful and long!"

He returned to the form of an old man and turned to leave.

"Wait." I said. "What is your name?"

"Myrannias. You can call me that. Perhaps we'll met once again, one day."

"I'm..." I was about to introduce myself but he was gone. And then I heard a voice echo from the distance. "You shouldn't introduce yourself to me for now, you could do so after you're born and have a name."

When Myrannias left- perhaps I should refer to him as Myran- I was left alone in the empty space. The scenery around me started to shift and move. Suddenly I was sent flying towards somewhere.

Slightly dizzy, I opened my eyes, my eyes immediately closed upon receiving a bit of light. My body also feels light and sticky. Soon, I saw several heads appear in my blurry vision. Their eyes were too obscured to make off, but I knew somehow, that these people were looking at me in curiosity, with a faint hint of worry. I suddenly recalled Myran's words about learning to cry.

Although it's troublesome, I took a breath and let out a cry, it sounded forced and detached even to me. I really don't have a talent for acting.When I cried it caused stirs among the people, then the talking started. Words that I have no idea what to make off poured into my ears. My weak body easily dozed off with the buzzing.

It has been a year since I was born. My understanding of the local language have increased tremendously, much to my amazement. During these period, I listened to conversations in the house.

Since my eyes have also improved, I was now able to clearly see my surroundings. I was in a small room, there are no furnishings,the walls and ceilings were made from humble materials. Even the crib where I slept was handmade.

'Looks like we are poor'

In this one year, I have also learned the identities of the people living in this house. The man with bronze colored hair and tanned skin was my father, the lady with black hair and pale blue eyes was my mother. There were other two children about four or five years older than mine, I conclude that they were my siblings. A brother and a sister.

As for our lifestyle, we mainly live off by farming, and we keep a number of chickens in the backyard. Watching my parents work from the window, I let out a frown. Such work is difficult and boring, and then there was the blue sun searing their back with its rays while they tilled the unyielding land.

Perhaps one day I might do the same to live. Although farming is common here, I don't think I'll be able to bear such hardship. This is my opinion as a man who lived from the modern world.

Therefore I must find other ways to live.

But for now, I will just enjoy my infancy and sleep peacefully.