Origin, noun.

The point or place where something begins, arises, or is derived.

Everything has a starting point; An origin if you will.

This world has a starting point.

It was not this lush with greenery in the beginning.

Settlements, be it majestic cities or humble hamlets, were not built.

Heck, they were not even populated.

Tell you what, this world wasn’t even populated in the beginning.

However with the passage of time this world has gotten very far.

While it is not comparable to my native world, this level of evolution is still applaudable compared to it’s actual age.

You might have already guessed it, but this world is not where my origin lies.

Well technically it is since I was born anew in this new world.

For some peculiar reason I have been reborn in a new world with my memories intact.

Various fictions from the old world depict situations where divine beings communicate to the newly deceased, preaching about a second chance and so on.

Nope.

I never experienced any of that.

I died, then I was born anew, well technically I got a short message of sorts, although I did not notice it until later.

Nothing exciting about it, I didn’t really have time to formulate my thoughts to something comprehensible while dying, so I ended up just being born without really noticing it.

When I finally gave up, I was already out of my new mothers womb screaming my heart out in frustration.

You see, I used to be able to see through many things, be it human socialization, mathematical problems, language peculiarities, puzzles and so on.

Reincarnation however was a new subject to me. I have never thought about it before.

I admit I’ve stumbled upon the concept quite a few times, but I’ve always disregarded it as fantasies made up by people regretting decisions they’ve made in their lives, or people haunted by bad fortune.

Well haunted for a lack of a better word, since I don’t really believe in ghosts either.

But now I’m here in this situation utterly destroying my non-belief in reincarnation.

Everything has a starting point; Even this reincarnation.

Regretfully I never achieved greatness during my life in the old world.

Given the time I spent in the old world you would think that I at least left a mark somewhere, but I have to regret to inform that I have not.

44 years in that god forsaken world and I didn’t even leave behind some loved ones.

No children to takeover my ambitions, no lovers to weep for me, and no family whatsoever.

Ever since I was a kid I always dreamed of making something of myself.

Accomplishing something and leaving a mark on history.

All sorts of things feudal.

I often imagined myself being an heir to a dynasty with long traditions of power positions in society.

Well perhaps these imaginations stem from the lack of family that has been part of my whole life, but nonetheless my childhood was quite alright.

I donned a crown and waltzed around the orphanage as if I was the king, and all the small, princess-dress-wearing girls my age were subordinates or perhaps their offspring belonging to my court.

Things took a turn.

The other kids mocked me and eventually I resigned to my fate and started befriending the books on the lowest part of the bookshelf and kept my imaginations locked away.

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I wouldn’t go as far as to say that I found comfort in reading books, but at least it kept me busy.

In the 44 years I lived in the old world, 15 were spent in a orphanage in which I, not surprisingly, have no lingering attachments, and the rest of them, 30 years give or take, were spent reading books, reviewing them, and writing small rant letters about them.

However due to that, I have quite some knowledge stored in this brain of mine.

I don’t really like bragging but I have a good memorization ability and the memory capacity to use it to the fullest.

Being a literary critic was not my only occupation.

I used to dabble in the culinary arts when I was younger, cooking food for, well, myself.

To seek inspiration, I spent most of my savings eating at fancy restaurants and writing a small piece about it.

Turns out the influence of my usual writings made my food rants quite professional and suddenly I find myself being a literary and a culinary critic.

Isn’t that just life? Books and cooks, knowledge and food.

Well in fact it was just that.

It was life.

I never really got around to do anything else before the day I passed away came.

Some would call it a boring life, myself included.

Some people would call it paradise, and some people would probably, well, I don’t really know.

Never got around to socialize that much either.

My death wasn’t all that memorable.

Nothing like the accidents that happen in various fictions.

I did not break every bone in my body after some tragic car accident.

I did not wander around in a dark alley only to get stabbed by an acquaintance, and I sure as hell did not save somebody by running maniacally out in front of a truck to push a little girl away.

I was diagnosed with diabetes.

Diabetes.

This cursed illness of mine basically took away one of two joys that I had found in the old world.

So as any sane person would’ve done, I made a decision to end my life.

I mean, who can live without food right?

While I know it’s possible to survive with all sorts of treatment, I just can’t bear the thought of having to measure what I eat, and limit myself on all the delicious treats and what not that I could be missing out on.

So I did what had to be done and I did it with my back straight.

I pulled out one of my favorite fantasy fictions and whipped up my favorite dish, pecan pie.

Naturally I savored every last bite.

The taste of the pecan pie completely enveloped my taste buds, to such a degree that not even paradise could feel so heavenly.

Then my head started getting fuzzy, my eyelids kept closing, my body got unresponsive and finally I started shaking.

So yeah, while that happened I didn’t notice I was suddenly encased in a womb-like shaped container filled with thick liquid, distorting some almost animalistic screams.

Everything has a starting point; This is the start of my adventures in this new world, this is my origin.

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