…I’ve decided to keep a journal. This book is for me, not for any others that may find it sometime down the years. This is for me to look back and see where I was and what my mindset was like when it was wrote, and then perhaps see things with new eyes. The Re-forging that took place, left me with perfect recall of all the facets of my previous lives. All the jagged pieces on display for instant recall if needed. The problem is, while I was each of these shards, I am no longer any of them. Or perhaps I should say, I am the whole of their parts.

I also do not know if this perfect recall will apply to my currant life. While so far it does seem to be the case, I’ve decided to hedge my bets, and at least cover anything I deem major. As well as recording any thoughts or notions that may come to the fore, as I learn and explore this new world.

I read a short story once called A stage of Memory. While I do not think my ability for perfect recall, if indeed I do have it, will cause the effects from that story. I can see some benefits from the ability to look back at my previous self and comment. Hence the journal.

…Excerpt from the Journal of A.B.

The young man pondered his existence. Eyeing the bandage now wrapped around his left forearm. His second day in the world was coming to an end, and all he had to show for it was a wounded arm, a new journal, and some not quite human but very naked women, he was now somehow master of. “Fuck my life…” he laughed a bit as he reflected on how this all started.

The trip back to the pond was uneventful. It took a few hours to make his way down the side of the not quite mountain, then another hour or so to the pond. The new to him clothes were way batter than just swinging in the wind, and he wouldn’t have to worry about sunburns … anywhere. All in all, he had made good time. It was not quite high noon, so he was reasonably sure he could make it to the road before dark. He had found some fruits hanging on a tree, while not sure what they were, judging by the half-eaten remnants strewn about the ground, they were eatable. Looking like a large purple plum, the fruit had a citrus quality that went well with its sweetness. This also made him move with a bit more caution, as this was the first signs of life other then himself. After stashing away several of the weird fruits, he finally came to the pond. That’s when things had turned from a somewhat pleasant walk, into a cluster fuck of epic proportions.

There were four people sitting around the pond. Well one person and three almost people? The people person was a man almost 6 feet, and while not well built, he did move with an efficiency that spoke of confidence and action. Dark black hair pulled up and back into what he guesses was a topknot. Dressed in robe like attire that resembled the types of clothes wore in the old 80’s style kung fu movies. His voice was harsh and his light brown eyes were cold as he yelled and hurled insults at the not quite people. Never one good with features, the young man could only think the man could be any of the Asian nationalities back home. The three not quite people were well… not quite human. All three were on their knees around the pond and it looked like they were trying to drink while the man yelled at them. Moving closer by edging his way slowly through some brush, he got a better look at the other three.

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They might not be quite human, but they were not unattractive. The first was muscular, with iron grey hair, and eyes. Her skin was a light shade of olive green, with darker green grey mottled shadows around the contours of her body. Her hair was waist length and braided into a single tail down her back. Wide hips and narrow waist, and a decent sized bust made for a nice view. Problem was, she was completely naked, like the other two women, and covered with dirt and dried blood. Judging from the cuts and scrapes that seemed to be in many places on her body, it was her blood. This seemed to be the case for the other two women as well. The second woman was smaller then the first. Lean instead of muscular, but still with some definition. Her eyes were yellow and slitted like a reptile. Her skin was like fresh snow, her hair a pale ivory. There seemed to be a shimmer along parts of her exposed skin. Scales he realized, lined the out sides of her arms and legs, as well as the sides of her neck. It was those that caught the sun and were causing the shimmer effect. There also appeared to be a row of tiny scales trailing along…

Shaking his head to clear THAT errant thought, he turned his gaze to the third woman. She was huge. She was larger than life in every aspect. Even kneeling at the edge of the pond, he could tell she was at least 8 feet tall. He could also tell that she had to have more muscle than any of the other two women, however she was all curves. Pinup model curves, of giant proportions. Ginger red hair covered her head in long tresses, as well as from her other womanly place. Like the greenish woman they both sported small tusks protruding from their lower lips. Unlike the other two her bust was as big as the rest of her. Each breast was as big as his head. Blinking his eyes and shaking his head once again to clear his mind he eyes snaped back to the man as he heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

“Hurry up and finish drinking slaves.” The robed man sneered. “In fact, all of you jump into the water and clean yourselves up.” The man reached into a pack on the ground, and drew out what looked like soap of some sort. Throwing it more at then too, the green woman, she still managed to catch it while frowning with hate filled eyes. “Look at me like that again and ill have to give you another lessen.” The man laughed at her. “Now get in the water and bathe, all of you!” All three women shuddered and a look of pain crossed each of their faces, before they all stood and walked into the pond. “Yes master” they replied in unison. The man laughed again at their words, “that’s what I thought. Clean everywhere, you all make me more money when you’re clean.” He laughed again to himself. Sitting down with his back against the tree the man closed his eyes and looked like he was going to doze off. Just as the young man was contemplating what to do the robed mans eyes snaped open again. “This is a bigger city then the last two, lots of guards and rich merchants, if you work hard, you may just earn enough to buy your freedom back. That is of course after the cost of upkeep, food, contraceptives, delousing, and dieses prevention. I barely broke even in the last two cities. So maybe if you work really hard and take a lot of customers you can earn it. If not maybe the next city.” He laughed again as the three women washed themselves and did not make eye contact.

The young man gritted his teeth, no matter what world he was in, asshole dirtbags were all the same. “Fucken, freaking dirtbag.” He muttered.