Prologue A Prologue that is not a Prologue

What is a Soul? A spirit or a spiritual part of any living being that which gave life to a shell which is the so called body.

Is that it? Is that really what a soul is? A fuel or an energy which runs our body?

No, not a fuel or an energy, rather a purpose or a will or an identity for the vessel or the body. That seems to be the correct answer for all I know.

Like a car. The car is the vessel or the body. The fuel is power. And the soul is the purpose for which the car is build for. Why build a car if its very existence doenst have any meaning?

Yes, Soul is our very existence. Now what am I thinking in the last moment of my life. Shouldnt it be a flashback of our life?

So stupid dying like this, so in this moment only my brain is working properly, my body won’t respond to any of my commands anymore, oh well, and this stupid brain of mine, all it could think of is my stupid soul. I’m not really a fan of religion, I attend church when I was young but stopped when I reach middle school, so if religion would be the base in which where my soul would go, then I’m destined in hell. Oh I still don’t want to die. Whats that light? No, no, no, no, don’t go there yet, I know that light, wait a moment soul, don’t be tempted to go in that light, whats this, the light is sucking me, hold on soul, don’t be sucked in, there are still many things I want to do.

“Oh Ho! What do we have here?” somewhere there’s this voice speaking.

"Are you god?"

“No” replied the voice.

"If you’re not god, then who are you? Don’t tell me your god’s counterpart." No this is not happening, soul go in to the light right now. Faster!

“Hold on a moment, I can’t understand you, you little shit. First you don’t want to go in to the light and now you seems so eager to go.”

"Let me go, let me go, please let me go. I don’t want to stay in hell." I ask pleadingly to this voice who seems magically holding my soul in thin air.

“Who do you think I’ am?!” shouted the voice.

"Uhmm the devil?"

“YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SOUL DUNG!” shouted the voice who seems to blow my soul away in every words the voice said.

"Then if you’re not the devil to take my soul in hell, who are you?" I ask in a so very little tiny voice that tremble. Of course I’m afraid of this voice, who wouldn’t?

“Okay calm down me, let’s just do our job and be over with this little pile of soul dung. Listen you maggot of a soul, for I will tell you this only once. First you stupid piece of plankton of a soul died, you heard me, you died you stupid little pea brain.”

"I really died?" I know i died, stupid of me, but still, knowing it again thru other still gives you a blow.

“Second, I’m not god or he’s counterpart or whatever you call god in this world. I’m a just a lowly messenger.”

"So, he’s an angel?"

“Oh no, I’m not that handsome” the voice told with a hint of embarrassment. Why does I pictured him blushing on my mind? Oh I know, everybody has a weakness in flattery, this scary stupid voice has a weakness.

"Most handsome voice that is pleasant to the ears, may I ask you something."

“Stop that! I am not that handsome. Maybe a little bit handsome” I thought I was going to die again when the voice told me to stop. So he really is weak to flattery, need to make this count.

"Oh no, you are plentifull handsome already, can I call you Mr. Handsome?"

“Let me think” this stupid voice is playing hard to get.

"Mr. Handsome seems suit you." I pushed

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“Really?” the voice answered hastily.

"Yes yes yes, really, it fits perfectly for you, like it was made for you." I eagerly replied

“Yes you are right, it was made for me. Bwahahaha! You seems like a nice guy, as a reward, I’ll give you something after our talk, Bwahahaha! Now where were we?”

"Mr. Handsome Voice, why are you here? Are you going to take me to hell?"

“Ho Ho Ho, I really am handsome, no I won’t take you to hell, I’m here to deliver a message and to hear your answer, now listen before you ask something again, your interrupting me. Here’s the message, listen well. For the soul who clings dearly to life and does not pass on to the light, your god shall grant you a choice. First is to past in to the light to receive your judgment and second is to give you a second chance of life. That’s the message, now choose.”

"Wait a second, wait a second, that’s all? No explanation?"

“Explanation is not part of the message, it’s your choice.” The voice replied. This seems easy, there is always a catch.

"Uhm Mr. Handsome, you know, you are like an angel to me."

“Ho ho ho, is that so?”

"Really Mr. Handosme. Mr. Handsome can you please tell me what will happen if I choose any of this choices?"

“Tsk!, since this handsome me is so kind, I’ll tell you somethings, but you must not tell it to anyone okay?”

"Yes, yes, yes, I know that you really are kind and handsome, I promise I won’t tell."

“Ho ho ho, then listen well, when you go in to the light, there you will be judge, judgement is based on your merits when you were alive, the judgement may be to go in paradise, in hell or to reincarnate in which your soul shall be cleansed then send it back in your world. The second which is the second life, what can I say about this is literally a chance to have a second life, but not here in this world. That’s all.”

"But, but, bu…"

“No buts, I told you all I can, now decide now, for I don’t have much time, there are still many soul to talk to.”

So I’am not the only soul that has been granted like this. I still don’t want to pass on, there still many things I want to do. And besides, I don’t know if I’ll be judge to go on paradise or to reincarnate, 51:49 chance that I will go to hell, the second choice, if I’ll have a second life, but not in this world, then where is it? Wait, isn’t it much better to have a second life than be judge with uncertain result or maybe certain hell. Oh well, better to choose the second life even though I don’t know where it will leads me. But why in another world?

“Are you done musing, I don’t have the time to wait. If you’re not done yet I will decide for you. And that decision is to throw you into to light and force you to pass on. Sorry soul, its standard procedure.”

"Wait, wait, wait Mr. Handsome, I’m already done choosing, ill choose the second one." I hastily answered. "But whi in another world?" I continued.

“Why in another world you asked, Soul is like a commodity for the gods, but this commodity is hard to come by, so other Gods buy or trade it to others Gods. Okay, then, where done talking and as I promised earlier I’ll give you a reward for being honest with me being handsome. If you chose to pass on, ill reward you with a recommendation on the higher ups, I’ll put a good talk on them about you so they can give you a much better chance when they’ll decide. But since you chose the second one, ill reward you with a world that you’ll like. So here we go! Good luck!”

With that said, a flash of light blinded me, but that answer to my question just made me think of more questions, after a moment, I woke up, but I felt so cold and the surroundings are so dark, I felt like that I’m in buried in ice. Maybe I really am buried in ice, I tried to move and feel my surroundings, and it hit me that I’m really am buried in a soft like ice, maybe a snow, so I tried to dug myself out. After a minute of desperate struggle trying to extract myself being buried, finally I broke a part of my upper body out. It’s not easy to dig myself out, my body feels so weak and fragile, but I succeeded even if only a part. What I saw first is pure darkness, what I heard first is a strong howling of wind and what I felt beside from being cold and buried, is the snow pelting me all over my unburied body, trying to bury me again. I thought that I was going to die again, what a waste of second chance, but then I saw a flicker of light in the distance, then I heard some shuffling of snow besides the howling of wind. I tried to speak and shout, but what came to my mouth is just a croak. I tried and tried again, calling for the flicker of light that seems going to pass where I’ am by a couple of meters. I tried again, this time I succeeded calling the light, which I noticed that it was a lamp being carried by a person.

“H…e…l…p…” I heard my mouth said. It seems by some miracle the person carrying the lamp heard my desperate call. He shuffles hastily toward my way saying some inaudible words, when he was closer and I feel like safe, I lost my consciousness.