Aaand here I am, fighting for my life. Trying not to drown. Barely a week old and already in this situation. Seriously what kind of parents throw their children in a lake to die, only ‘cause he is a little different?

Oh, you probably don’t understand why I am that smart being barely a week old, and what I did that made my parents decide to kill me.

There are a few point of views of what happens when someone dies. Most of them is based that once someone dies some sort of deity will judge him and send to some sort of heaven if he did what the deity judge as good, or some sort of heaven if he did what the deity judge as bad.

This is the general belief.

Rather than tell you directly what is the truth, let me tell you a little story. My story. In third person.

Once upon a time, in a world with magic, monsters, several sentient beings (Humans, Elfs, Dwarfs, Orcs, etc), kingdoms, empires, and other peculiarities, a child was born.

The child was the son of an Elf woman with a Human man. Therefore, he was a half-blood from both biased societies. Usually this meant that his parents would be exiled from their people together with the child, but in this case it was not possible.

His mother was a princess from the Elves, and his father a prince from the Humans. Their parents, the childs grandparents, decided to erase the child from existence. Kill him, and destroy anything that proved his existence.

The couple, to save the child, ran away and exiled themselves just as the law states.

They knew their parents would send people to find and bring them back. They didn’t fear for themselves, as they were highly trained as their social status dictated, but for the future of the child.

They decided to train him the best as they could. The mother trained him in magical arts, and the father how to fight with a sword and bare-handed.

As soon the training started they found that the child was a prodigy, no, prodigy can’t describe him.

At the age of six he was already as physically strong as an average soldier, but what made him really special was his talent as a mage. At that age he was already proficient in magical arts.

Perhaps it was because of his mental acuity. Four months old and he said his first word, a year old and he already knew both Elf-language as well as Human-language.

His father acknowledged his potential as a strategist and also taught him in this area. He was by no means a general, but even so a prince needs to know how to evaluate his generals.

And his mother taught him general knowledge, as math, geography, history of the elves (his father did the same but with human history), plants and others.

The child, being almost single-minded taught everything his parents could, was already a force to reckoned when he was barely a teenager.

Being as strong as he was, and the hormones that comes with growing up, he spent his days of youth in the forest, hunting, challenging each time a stronger monster. Several times he only survived through blind luck.

One day, he wasn’t so lucky. He tried to fight a being too much stronger than him. His father predicted something like that eventually would happen, so he followed him.

Long story short, the father gave his life so the son could live.

The son, enraged and guilty, trained harder than ever, fought the monsters of the forest

as in a berserk mode.

Eventually he became the king of the forest.

Ooh he felt great when he slashed the previous king, a great bear. The one that killed his father.

But even if he accomplished his goal, he grew used to his frenezy life, and without challenges he became restless.

His mother watched throght all the process, and as she saw her son restless, she decided it was time for them to go back to society again. Not Human, not Elf, but to the Dwarf kingdom that existed inside the earth.

There, to remove the restlessness he felt, she made a deal with a Dwarf. A master-blacksmith. He would teach her son, and she would enchant his weapons and armors so the selling price would be much highter.

And so, the son learnt how to blacksmith. Unfortunately, as soon as he learnt everything the Dwarf had to offer, the became restless again.

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The son, seeing that he was damned to become restless as soon he didn’t have anything new to learn, decided to make a goal to himself that simply wasn’t possible to achieve. Master all forms of magic.

And so, mother and son, go to the magic city.

The son finally felt as if he found his place in the world. He learnt and learnt and learnt, book after book, spell after spell, magic circle after magic circle, he learnt.

Decades passes by, and his life is shaken. His mother was infected with an incurable disease.

He tried, and tried, and tried, but couldn’t find or create the cure.

In her last days, she told him that if an elf don’t go back to their kingdom in the span of sixty years, they would die. She didn’t tell him before because if they go back the chance he would be killed was high.

As there was no time to take her back, and even if they had it would only mean that she would be killed, he gave up and just spend her last days with her. Recording every moment of his mother last days, as if to never forget of her.

And so, she peacefully died with a smile in her face.

And so, the son go back to his studies, and was when his father died, he throw himself without regards. Magic that he deemed too dangerous to study before, magic that was forbidden even in the city of magic, he learnt.

One day he was found, and so he fled.

He took it as an opportunity to search around the world for forgotten magic.

He found a tome older than dirty, thousands and thousands years old. In this tome he learnt about souls.

He learnt that the soul have two parts

The Soul-Core: it holds the personality traits and is a sphere. The exact shape varies, some oval others a perfect sphere. Also, there’s a lot of colors the core can have. To put it simple there’s no two cores alike, as there’s no two personalities alike.

And the Soul-Body: It makes the connection between the Carnal-Body and the Soul-Core. When it connects to a body – usually while the body is being made – it gives ‘life’ to the body. It retains the knowledge, memories, and the power acquired by the Carnal-Body.

When one dies – and that’s the reason people don’t remember their past lives – the Soul-Body break it’s connection with the Soul-Core and stays in the body for a while. Eventually the Soul-Body dissipates and nothing else can be done with it.

The Soul-Core then goes back to the Soul-River and starts to make a new Soul-Body, so when it

finishes this process, the Soul-Body attaches again to some Carnal-Body in some world.

There’s no way to measure the time the process takes as there’s no such a thing as time inside the Soul-River.

And so, the main character of this story started to learn soul magic.

The process of learning soul magic was really slow, as there’s almost no knowledge of it. Even so, after a hundred years he learnt how to steal a Soul-Body – as there’s no way to do anything to a Soul-Core as it isn’t even inside this plane of existence – and gain power, memories and knowledge within it. He also leant other things that I don’t have the need to tell you. Not yet.

Unfortunately to him, the process of stealing Soul-Bodies and absorbing them in his own Soul-Body made his Carnal-Body decay as it couldn’t keep all the power his Soul-Body had. To understand it, just think what would happen if a thousand Soul-Bodies were put together in one Carnal-Body.

Usually the Carnal-Body would explode. In his case, because he was trained harshly and his Elven blood, he didn’t explode, but nevertheless his Carnal-Body started to decay, as I already said.

Our main character didn’t like the idea of dying and let all his two hundred years of learning be in vain, and so, used a mix of blood magic and soul magic to detach his – now giant – Soul-Body from his Carnal-Body without severing the link between the Soul-Body and the Soul-Core.

The result would be that in his next life he would remember of this life.

Not without consequences, but for now this is all you need to know.