Basira sat by the hearth a the center of his home, staring at the monitor in front of him. It has been a bit over 12 years since he was reborn in this world, his death was… anticlimactic to say the least.
He simply died from a construction work accident, he was 19 years old at the time. An orphan, doing basic labor to support himself.
Here he had a loving father and mother, whom he cared for tremendously. Until about a week ago when his uncle came by to report his death.
A feeling of loss had enveloped him for all those times, only by staring at this monitor could he stabilize his mind. The five grayed-out sections were becoming more clear by the day, proving his theories right. He needed his physical to meet the minimum requirements of the system for it to fully function.
His mother was currently out foraging for food with the others, and he wasn’t allowed to leave due to the rule that someone must be at home at all times to keep the hearth alight at each household. For the darkness is where shadows live, and in a moment of lapse is more the enough for a remnant of the void to invade.
‘I need to do something, but what?’
Basira scratched his head, he was 19 in the old world and 12 here, in spite of his chronological age, he barely had any worldly experience.
Shaking his thoughts away, he continued the routine of physical workout he’d been doing for the last few days. Simple push-ups, squats, and the like, anything to fulfill the requirements for the system to fully activate, something he had been ignoring for all those years.
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Within an enclosed space beneath the home of the grand elder, Jarek, and Sigrid sat on the ground side by side. Sitting opposite to them is another person, old would not be a proper term to use for this being.
Long rough hair flowed down from his head to the floor, a rough and muscular body filled with scars from sources unknown, and eyes that felt like a wild beast was staring at them, an amber glow illuminate within his retinas. The three people were quiet, leaving a strange and oppressive silence.
“So, are you sure that it was showing signs of awakening?” Said the old man was the first to speak, his voice raspy and rough.
“Yes, I do believe that it is awakening. There have been signs even before this one, beast migrating farther from the center of the forests, the shrill shriek of the winds, and even the shadows themselves seem to stir at times. Can you not feel it, grand elder?” asked Jarek.
“I do… and what of you? How are your… ‘visions’ during all of this?” the grand elder looked over to Sigrid, his eyes particularly focused on him.
“Total darkness, grand elder… utter silence.” his words caused the air to grow heavier, and he continued to speak with a shaking voice, “The fates… I believe has been blocked out of this entire forest. I don’t think we can stop it this time.”
The grand elder rubbed his temple, a sigh escaped him as he looked at the two, “So be it, we evacuate. How fast can we begin Jarek?”
“Roughly a week, but where will we go?” he asked, “our way of life does not conform with the outside world, compared to them we are… monsters.”
“Don’t worry, I have a few allies that I can call to help us. And for our way of life… we do what we can.” The grand elder’s eyes closed, and the 2 elders could only sigh in agreement.