In the vast expanse of the grassy field, I wandered aimlessly, each step taken in solitude. The landscape stretched before me, devoid of trees or any familiar landmarks; all that surrounded me was an endless sea of green.
With every glance, my eyes met the soft, swaying grass and the occasional flurry of birds flitting through the sky. These creatures were unlike any I had encountered on Earth; they moved with an ethereal grace, their forms strange yet beautiful against the bright blue canvas above.
In this world, the simple sight of them sparked a sense of wonder within me, an enchanting reminder of the extraordinary amidst the ordinary.
“If I were to bring this beautiful bird back to Earth, wouldn’t the scientists be astonished?” I mused aloud, my voice tinged with fatigue as I continued my aimless journey.
An hour passed.
Then two.
Then three.
With each step, I counted the seconds, the minutes slipping away like grains of sand. Just as I reached the three-hour mark, I stumbled upon a serene lake. Not far off, a vast and slightly ominous forest beckoned, but I chose to approach the lake first.
As I knelt by the water's edge to wash my face, I caught a glimpse of my reflection and gasped in surprise. Staring back at me was an astonishingly handsome visage—white hair cascading like a silken waterfall, eyes shimmering like molten gold. This was a beauty unlike any I had encountered in my previous life. My white hair was not the sign of age nor a product of some trendy dye; it was a natural wonder, flawless and pure.
“Why am I so handsome?” I exclaimed, a mix of awe and disbelief washing over me. “Oh, God, how wicked I must have been in my past life to be blessed with such a face now.”
In the wake of death, here I found myself in this expansive meadow. I hadn’t been reborn as a baby, nor had I simply transferred my essence from my former life. All that remained with me were memories of the past and a Desert Eagle that had been my companion for decades.
“Am I inhabiting someone else’s body?” I pondered, curiosity igniting within me. The garments I wore were exquisite, as if woven by the hands of the gods themselves.
After a long contemplation of how remarkable my new form was, I quenched my thirst by drinking from the lake. To my surprise, the water was incredibly refreshing, revitalizing me in ways I hadn’t anticipated. I dismissed any concerns about the microscopic organisms lurking within the small lake; at that moment, all that mattered was that my thirst was finally sated.
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As I gazed at the forest not far from the lake, a question danced in my mind.
“Should I venture into that forest?”
A mix of curiosity and fear gnawed at me. Just as I was about to step forward, a voice rang out, clear and commanding like that of a soldier.
“Young Master Liam, we have finally found you!”
The words were laced with gratitude, pouring forth from the lips of the soldier who stood before me, relief evident in his demeanor.
I was taken aback by their sudden arrival, the unexpected presence of these armed men stirring a mix of shock and confusion within me. My heart raced as I processed their words, the title they bestowed upon me ringing in my ears like a distant bell.
“I am Edwin, a knight assigned by the Duke to find you, Young Master Liam Evalon.”
“Young Master? Evalon?” I stammered, bewilderment washing over me. The name felt foreign yet strangely familiar, like an echo from a life I could not fully remember. Who was this Liam Evalon?
The realization struck me like lightning. Could it be that I belonged to the esteemed Evalon family, a lineage I had never known? Questions flooded my mind, swirling chaotically as I tried to grasp the gravity of the situation. Had I truly taken on the body of another, a life filled with expectations and responsibilities that I had yet to comprehend?
As I stood there, the world around me felt surreal. The lush grass beneath my feet seemed to pulse with life, the vibrant colors of the forest appearing almost too vivid, too perfect. An unsettling sensation gripped me—a sense of displacement. I was here, yet not entirely present; my past life lingered at the edges of my consciousness, and now this new identity was thrust upon me like a heavy cloak.
Edwin’s gaze held a mixture of relief and urgency, as if he were witnessing the return of someone long lost. “We’ve been searching for you for weeks,” he continued, his voice steady and reassuring. “The Duke is anxious to see you. Your absence has stirred unrest among the nobles, and we feared the worst.”
A shiver ran down my spine at the mention of the Duke. What kind of life had I been living before this strange twist of fate? What expectations did this family have of me?
As I struggled to find my footing in this new reality, I realized that I had a choice to make. Would I embrace this unexpected journey and uncover the truth about my new self, or would I allow fear and uncertainty to dictate my actions?
For a few moments, I stood frozen, silent as the weight of Edwin’s words settled heavily on me. I noticed the flicker of concern etched across his face, a look that only deepened as I remained motionless, lost in thought. Then, without warning, a piercing pain shot through my skull—far more intense than anything I had ever experienced, sharper even than the moment of my own death.
The agony was relentless, as if my mind itself was being torn apart. I staggered, clutching my head as waves of pain surged through me, blurring the edges of my vision. Colors faded, the vibrant greens and blues dissolving into a hazy, indistinct gray.
"Am I... fainting?" I thought, the question slipping through the haze that now clouded my mind. My surroundings melted away, and as my vision dimmed, a profound darkness swallowed me whole.
And then, there was nothing but silence.