I woke up with a start. ‘I’m… I’m alive?’ How? I’d been hit by a semi, how the actual HECK was I still breathing and… apparently functional? How had that situation of impossible survivability allowed me to escape unscathed? And then I noticed my hands and surroundings. My hands were dirty and more calloused than they were before. My skin was far darker. I pulled down and looked at a long lock of unkempt hair and it was black, not at all like my icy blonde. My surroundings were odd too. I was in a small one-room cabin with a dirt floor, as far as I could tell. What was this place supposed to be? I got up and went to the door, opening it and somewhat gasping in awe. It was an odd place, but it was beautiful by all accounts. The grass was a dark royal blue, dangling gently in the breeze. There was what looked to be a forest a ways off, the trunks of the trees were a beautiful prism-like pale purple, the leaves all twinkling shades of crystalline pastels. I stumbled out the door and took a 360 degree survey of my surroundings. The breeze was cool and refreshing, the air like it was just starting to go from cold weather to warm in the best way possible. The clouds were golden and warm looking, a sharp contrast to the cold blue sky, a deeper blue than I'd ever seen from my own world. The breeze blowing my hair around smelled like honey and nutmeg, and was absolutely AMAZING to feel. I saw a little girl playing nearby, my.. sister? Apparently? Reida was four years younger than me, so.. she would've been six. And she had skin a shade or two lighter than mine, light brown hair and.. wow. Her eyes were a shade of yellow orange I'd never seen in a person's eyes naturally before. It was like someone had dripped a liquid sunset into a person's iris. "Ras! You're okay!" She ran up and hugged me, looking like she'd been stressed for some time. We talked a little bit, but most of it was just fluff and filler. I couldn't fully focus. Memories that weren't my own started flooding back to me. Playing with Reida, loosing our home, our parents being killed in the process, running from the mean people into the forest and finding the cabin two years back, and.. oh. Erasmus died by sickness and, from what I can tell, that's when I died. And now, somehow, I was in his body and he was gone. What WAS this? How had I come to inhabit his body when he and I died? I thought when a Kurre like me died, we went to be a wind spirit for one of the goddesses or, if one was a truly horrible person down to their very CORE, a harpy. What WAS this place? It wasn't Aalia, I knew that much. Aezospia, that's.. that's what this world's called. Right? Then a familiar voice then whispered into my head, 'Jayson Alaistair, where the heck are we? How are we not dead as doornails? What is even HAPPENING right now?'

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