Ch2 :
To adapt
means to survive (1)
The frequency of morphing was so great, at the start, then it began settling little by little, I don’t know how much it took since my judgment of time wasn’t in point, so short yet an eternity, longer than ever but enough to close the eyes, it felt like I have been given a glimpse at something extraordinary. While being submerged within that, the energy fluctuating calmed down thus I was unable to pinpoint any form of change, I was unusually worked up because at least, from before, I was able to foresee an end to all of this but not anymore. Fortunately, the morphing renewed its hazard chaotic frenzy, Even then it didn’t take long when the morphing started giving signs of coming to a halt.
And another change occurred.
I felt the same as
being inserted into a vessel that wasn’t mine, Nonetheless, I felt home, The soul finding its body, it was akin to waking up from a deep slumber ….. maybe all of this was just a dream still? Am I soon to wake up?
Before I could keep comforting myself with the thoughts that this all couldn't be real, I started regaining my five senses. They came all at once but as I said, like waking up from any dream, you start taking notice of things in favor of others.
First, it was Sight, I couldn't see anything.
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Then came hearing, it was a buzzing sound.
The smell, it smelt like iron.
Finally, the taste, because weirdly enough something was withing my mouth …..a mix of dirt and something awful.
Last and not least, actually it was the first thing to register in my consciousness, The sense of touch,
Because it was
“ UUUUUUHHHHHH .. ?!”
Darn painful!
The buzzing sound was the result of my eardrums being ruptured, besides they are probably bleeding up a lot.
The smell, it wasn’t iron it was my fucking blood!
Although I Don’t know what that taste is, yet, but it is still fucking awful?!
“ Fuc* ?!” pressure is being put on all of my organs, save for my stomach and guts since I haven’t been offered supper yesterday, and them appearing to pick me up made me miss my lunch. I was pinned on the spot, it seems the gravity in this new word is several times what my body is accustomed to, with a higher air pressure my lungs were expanded to their maximum volume and their failure to contract played a huge role in my inability to speak.
’ so much for telling me to not waste my breath ‘.
I worked to overlook the pain and focus on the situation. What I was told in that void-like place might have had some truth to it, if that was the case then being told to survive for a set amount of time won’t make much sense ’ AFTER ALL I AM DYING HERE !’ hence the moment I was flung into this foreign world it was bound for me to at least make it to the second Trial.
While in thoughts and howling occasionally I noticed something odd in my body, my lungs stopped burning up, finally, I can take a proper inhale –
“Shit! I will murder whoever brought me here ... "
By the way.
"where is this place?”
I was laying on my chest, so I decided to lift myself but attempt was a bit giddy. Seems like my lungs weren’t the only ones that were restored, my whole body feels a little stronger than before. The newfound unexpected power contributed to causing my arm to flip my body upside down. The clumsiness that came with the sudden switch in perspective and the tripled gravity means you will have your skull almost cracked up without a chance to avoid the inevitable.
“Tis ‘s stuoid”
And you will certainly bite your tongue if you were that much without luck.
“I can move now and the pain has subdued, but how? I was near death’s door just half an hour ago? “ whatever played at hand must be important to my survival.
“I have to move“ somehow I was able to see now, the gravity caused my blood pressure to heighten and that probably made me almost blackout …. And bleed a lot, all down to my chest.
I am currently butt naked.