2: And there is this guy [3486] [Rewrite]
There was a golden altar in a hall, on its surface was a web of silver veins pulsating with an ethereal faint blue glow. The hall that housed the altar was gigantic, and even though no source of light could be seen, the hall was as bright as day.
The Altar was on a raised platform, with marble stairs trimmed with precious metals and a deep red carpet spread from the platform to a gigantic door almost reaching the ceiling.
The ceiling is held by twelve huge statues of different men and women, some human or closely resembling one, made of marble. Their attire was made of gold, silver, and other precious metals, adored with gemstones of different colours, and veins of silvery metal were also present, pulsating in the same faint blue glow, although at a lower rate.
The pedestal they stood on was made of the same metal as The Altar and decorated with artwork, all depicting the figures above, containing a story within themselves. They stood in this marvellous hall, some held the ceiling with staff, spears, and other weapons of war or just with their hands. The statues were majestic, they looked real as if carved by Haephestus, Athena, and Hestia themselves.
The tranquillity of this divine hall was disturbed when a woman in armour entered. The woman wore a wreath of silvery metal with incrusted jewels on top of her long platinum hair. Her skin was porcelain white a face that would make Frejya and Ishtar jealous. She had a slender frame, gracefully reaching a height of 6'2, making her stand out in any crowd.
The armour she wore was of the same color as her hair with the same silver glowing veins as the rest of the hall. On her back floated a sword as tall as her, made of silvery metal with a yellow tint to it, it was decorated with gold engraving which looked like circuitry.
She possessed an aura that could have inspired worship, had it not been for her doll-like eyes, devoid of any emotion. Her movements were undeniably remarkable, but they lacked the natural grace one would expect from a living being. Instead, her actions resembled those of a well-programmed machine, following its pre-defined codes with impeccable precision.
She walked toward the Altar in the same mechanical stride.
When she reached the foot of the platform she bowed,
"Master, till the vessel has matured, and we found a perfect candidate for our experiment," she said in a voice so mesmerizing that it would make both Hathor and Apollo fume in envy, she spoke with a tone somehow more robotic than those of AI. Her words held a hypnotic allure, captivating anyone who listened. Yet, amidst the enchantment, there lingered a peculiar quality, a distant detachment that seemed to echo the precision of artificial intelligence.
The frequency of fluctuation of the Altar becomes varied as if acknowledging and responding to the lady's presence. The lady said in her eerie voice,
"The preparation will be done in a few moments, Master." The wall of this hall magically became transparent as if fading away from reality, and the outsides were visible. Empty, vast emptiness of space can be seen. Dotted with flickering specks of stars.
As the walls faded the Light from two stars could be seen, one big yellow star which looked like the Sun, another a smaller orange one closer to the yellow one. The corners of a blue planet can be seen if you tread closer to the edge of this hall. The fluctuations increased in frequency and magnitude. The hall shone with the faint glow of the Altar, the lady didn't even flinch or show any emotions, she just stood there, unmoving. She tilted her face slightly, her emotionless eyes glued to a point in space.
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Tuesday-12/January/2010- New Delhi, India
"Oye Anmol!" a child no older than 11 or 12 with a light brown complexion and jet black hair shouted toward his friend, The friend in question was a child who looked young and out-of-place among these older kids. The young child with a tone lighter complexion and the same black hair. While the child's hair was short, Anmol's hair was long and tied in a front bun with a maroon cloth "patka" wrapped around it. "Yes, Vicky? Need my notebook again ?" asked Anmol.
"If you know then already give it! Ma'am will definitely call my Mama this time!" exclaimed Vicky.
"Should I let you copy my answers?" Anmol asked himself with a smirk on his face.
"Ok! I'll buy you Coke on our way home. But please give it. Quickly, maybe I'll complete it during lunch break." Vicky said with almost tears in his eyes.
"There you go. It was nice to deal with you." Anmol said while looking like a salesman, and handed Vicky the goods *cough* the math homework.
[first person pov]
Doesn't it feel nice to know what would happen next? Having some control over them? Like the school timetable, no chaos, everything just moves as clockwork. Though some variables are nice to have, something to break the monotonous routine. I like this; it just feels secure and cozy, and you can plan what you want to do and what trail you need to follow to achieve your goals. Don't get me wrong, I used to like the excitement of not knowing what would happen next, but those days are a thing of the past. I like this more. I love knowing what to do next.
Now you would ask, "Why is a 12-year-old asking for help with math homework from a younger-looking child?" For that, let me introduce myself. My name is Anmoldeep Singh, and I'm 8 years old. As for why I'm giving Vicky, a guy 4 years older than me, math homework, let me tell you about one such variable.
A long, long time ago, in May 2002 after taking my entrance exam, I, *cough* a tall, dark, and handsome 18-year-old, did what "cool" people do. By that, I mean me and my homies, "that's the word cool people use on YouTube," said one of my drunk friends before having a fantastic idea of racing on the empty roads of Patel Nagar at 3 am under the overhead metro. Yes, that's how cool we were.
P.S.A. Don't try that. Spoiler alert, you'll know what happens after someone dies.
And as you can guess, that's what happened. I have some glimpses of memories. We had an accident. We, or more specifically, I crashed into a truck near a turn, and after that, there was just a big fog. Thank God, that there was a hospital nearby, but I wasn't that lucky.
But I vividly remember my afterlife, that eerie sensation, the feeling of... not feeling anything, yet being able to feel every bone, muscle, and tissue being torn and broken. I doubt I'll ever forget the feeling of being burned and frozen at the same time. I remember drifting mindlessly in agony toward another ward as if a whisper called me toward something.
My eyesight as a... Ghost? It wasn't that good, everything was foggy, and I saw colors that weren't on the color wheel. When I reached the ward, I saw the woman I call my mother now. Those "whispers" became more assertive, I drifted as if something pushing me toward her, and the next thing I remember was that I was 4 years old.
So yeah, that's it, as you can see, nothing special about me, just a normal guy. That day, I learned 2 things: that souls and reincarnation are a ...thing. And more importantly, DO NOT FUCKING DRINK AND DRIVE A FUCKING SCOOTER AT 70 KMPH!!! How the heck that thing's 96' 150 cc two-stroke engine even reached 50 is beyond me; maybe even the gods were amazed how I reached a physics-breaking speed on that, but that's a debate for another time. And what I'm doing in a class full of 12-year-olds is because I skipped a few years because of my superior intellect ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).
Now you might think there are a lot of benefits to being a school graduate inside a child's body, and yes, there are a lot of benefits like having the brain of an 18-year-old graduate, but there are huge disadvantages as well. And that is [drumroll please] being in the body of a fucking 8-year-old.
A few months ago, I, a former 18-year-old adult. Cried because my father refused to buy me a new Transformer toy. The hormonal control in this body is shit!
Another kind of disadvantage is that I don't have the memory that I used to have, guess what? the memory of an 8-year-old is marginally better than a retarded goldfish. That's why I begged my father to get me a new computer on the Internet, for research, of course. Only for that purpose and gaming, though I can't say for sure what would happen during puberty....
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[third person pov]
"Hey," Anmol said while waving at another student entering the class.
"Morning Anmol, prepare for the test?" asked the child while searching for his seat.
"Want to bet who'll be in first place this year?" Anmol replied.
"Why? We all know who will be in that place," said the child in an uninterested tone.
"Okay, new bet: Who'll be in second place?" asked Anmol in the same salesman voice.
"I'm starting to think you should go to Las Vegas rather than NASA, you'll be better there?" said the child in the same uninterested tone.
"Forgot that. Have you seen Avatar yet? Me, my brother, and Papa are going to watch it this Sunday. Sehaj, you want to come?" asked Anmol.
Sehaj's eyes, which had been filled with boredom since he stepped into the room, shined with excitement, and he exclaimed,
"Yes! Of course, I'll ask Mama then tell you."
Sehaj had the same hair colour, eyes, and patka as Anmol, but a lighter complexion, while talking to him about the movie, another child entered and joined them. While wearing the same uniform as the other two, a white shirt and maroon checkers pants, this child was on a little heavy side.
"Hey look Herman is here." Said Sehaj.
"Late again? What were you watching this time?" asked Sehaj.
"Aye, you know 6 am Powerpuff Girls, didn't watch it last night," he said while giggling. "Prepare for the test? You are prepared, right?" asked Anmol, looking a little concerned about his friend.
"Yeah Yeah, I did study for three hours last night. Don't worry I will be in the top 10, at least." Herman declared with a confident look on his face.
"And what about you?" he asked while eyeing both of his friends.
"I got pretty good marks in tuition yesterday. Top 5 for sure." declared Sehaj with a smirk on his face.
"Peasants heed my call. I, Anmoldeep Singh am the sole rightful owner of the First position. Don't dare tread on my dominion, lest you wish to tempt Fate." declared Anmol in a very haughty tone.
HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa!!!! laughed all of them, and the rest of the class.
"Did you read too many of your novels, Your Majesty?" Asked one of the girls while suppressing her laughter.
"First place in leader-board today. What next? Rule India?" Said Sehaj not even trying to control his laughter.
"Oh, foolish peasants. This country is just the start, I'll rule the stars. Muahahaha!!!" Anmol proclaimed then did this signature villain laughter. Though none noticed the teacher had entered the class.
"Okay class, enough dreaming about ruling the galaxy. You have a test today. Are you prepared for it kids?" she said while trying to control the class.
"And His Majesty Anmol, don't become overconfident just because you are smarter than your age group. Confidence can carry you far, but too much will make you fall," said the teacher.
"Don't mistake me for Icarus, Miss, For I'm aware of my only mortal weakness. That I'm too young to be yo.."
"Anmoldeep Singh, I think maybe you should talk to the principal ma'am about your vocabulary. Seriously kiddo, the last trip to her wasn't enough? She almost fired me because of you," she interrupted him before he could put both of them in a problem again.
"Can't you understand that I'm your elder." she scolded him while pinching his ear.
"I'm sorry, Kirti Ma'am. I'm sorry!! I was just too much into the character." said Anmol tear-eyed.
"Hai Bhagwan, use simpler words in normal conversation." Miss Kirti let go of his ear while massaging her temples,
"Anyway, go back to your seat and reserve those words for your English exam." and she starts taking her attendance.
'Hmm that hurts, I'm not a masochist, even for a lady as thicc as her.' Anmol thought.
'But damn, it's certainly easy to approach girls in this life. Am I becoming more sociable or was it because classmates of my last life were too much of a professional 'janani'?'
'Anyway, it's better to have a reputation as a humorous nerd rather than an unsocial nerd like my last life in case some of these girls make my heart race….'
'A little investment for a bright future, reading all those romantic novels, optimistically will be helpful. Damn, I sound like a degenerate. Was I always this Tharki?'
'Even though I know why, not being hard after seeing my teacher's thicc ass, just feels weird. Why do these hot teachers not teach higher classes? Why teach students who can't even appreciate nice and kind personalities?'
'But damn people will just ignore you even if you say something 'jump-off-the-building-worth cringe stuff,' He monologued as he sat with a sigh.
*TRRRINGGG*
"On your seats children! Test sheets will be distributed in a few minutes. Remember the rules and do your test honestly. All the best kids," Said the teacher, and she made sure everything was ready for the exam.
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A few hours later
The bell rang, marking the end of the test. As a different teacher collected the test paper, Anmol woke up, a little annoyed by the bell.
'Wouldn't it be nice if Kirti woke me up every day?' As he dreamed, a teacher came and took his paper. When he was done collecting and sorting the test paper, he permitted the kids to do what they wanted as there was still half an hour before the school ended.
Anmol walked over to Sehaj with Herman in tow.
"How was the test?" he asked the two.
"The angles and shapes part took too much time, but I'll still be in the top five," Said Sehaj with still as much confidence as he had.
"Easy. I'll be with both of you, at the top" declared Herman. As they talked and after Vicky paid his part of the bargain, the bell rang and the kids were finally released.
Some boarded the school bus, others their parents came to pick them up, for the rest who live nearby went on foot. Anmol's group was the last one.
It was a pleasant day outside with a gentle breeze and a temperature of 26℃, though they still wore their winter jackets as the school mandates. This group of friends was walking together, chatting and overall having a great time.
"How's your prep for the science test?" asked Herman.
"Done. Just have to give a test to tuition" said Sehaj.
"Yeah, have to watch some movies then I'll maybe start the prep," replied Anmol with his usual smile.
"We have to study for hours and there is this guy! Watching TV, and reading novels all day and still getting the top rank! How is any of this fair!?" exclaimed Herman, with his face fuming red.
"And play games on PS2, don't forget that," said Anmol.
"Anyway, you wanna come? I'm going to watch Avatar this Sunday, and Sehaj is maybe also coming," asked Anmol.
"I don't know English test is on Monday and you know how mine is," said Herman very sadly.
"Unfortunate. But you still have five days for practice, so you better study hard rather than watch Power-Rangers or Ben 10," said Sehaj.
"It's almost 1 pm, I have to go or I'll miss Pokemon. Bye!" Said Anmol hurriedly while checking his watch and ran toward his home.
"Bye," they both said.
"But seriously how he is so good at everything?" said Herman in a somber tone. "I'm sure he either has the soul of Da Vinci or is just super super talented," said Sehaj.
"Wanna bet?" he added with a smile on his face.
"So Anmol has infected you too?" Said Herman
'One more good thing about this reincarnation stuff is that I still watch Pokemon and no one will ever tell me not to, unlike in the past. That show is the best thing in this whole world, I love that show more than I loved my girlfriend' he mused.
'Yes I had one'.
As Anmol walked passed the residential area, navigating through roads, he found himself on the shortcut he usually takes. The shortcut was through a park. The park was generally quite full, as this place has a lot of trees and a small pond on one side of the park. But, it's quite empty during afternoons, Today was such a day, but the park was oddly quiet. Even there was no sound from the sparrow nest near the gate.
'Okay, this is quite quiet. And what's with the eerie feeling here? Damn, I should have just played Runescape rather than that Resident Evil game last night.'
As he was treading on one of the paths, a circle appeared on the ground, it was white and glowed with geometric shapes on it together with some symbols covering the outer circumference of this circle.
He felt an odd feeling of falling. A feeling quite similar to something he can never forget.
'What the fuck?! No! Not this again!!!!' Anmol screamed mentally.
And he fell into the ground. Like a character glitching out of a playable area.
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Sunnudagr, Zweitweek, Nebelshthamond, 68th year of Adelsjahr
It was a beautiful day, especially since this Nebelshthamond was quite warmer than it usually is. After the freezing temperature of Eishthamond, sitting in the warmth of Sirij and Kogaj, even Natggral, the green Lady of Trees watching from the sky above.
On the bank of The Great Amellia, there was the city of Neunelly, the capital city of the Qourdentz family.
In the center of the city was a majestic castle surrounded by walls. Inside this castle's courtyard, a little girl and her mother were sipping tea, under a big tree, surrounded by maids both old and young.
The girl had a light complexion as her mother, with hair as blue as the river nearby, and eyes of silver. She wore a gown the same color as her hair resembling the waves on water.
"Mother are you also going this time?" said the girl.
"Unfortunately yes, my child. Politics in the Royal capital is getting a little messy," said her mother.
The girl's face becomes gloomy.
Seeing her disheartened state her mother said,
"Don't be sad my little girl, a letter arrived last night. It said your cousin will be arriving in Viertweek of Blüthamond, it is just a month, my love. I know your father is busy with the Zeldomitras but sweetheart, he will be there if you need him."
Her mother tried to comfort her but to no avail.
As they talked the surrounding mana was moving, thickening around an area.
They all sensed it.
"Knights!!"
"Maids escort Elara to her room." She exclaimed.
As she was protecting her child from whatever spell this was, her husband came with more knights. The knights encircled the area. Mana was making a whirlpool with the center being filled with more mana than a noble could handle.
Then, a circle appeared on the grass, a white circle with geometric patterns, and some script written on the outer circumference.
The lines of this circle shine as if made of pure mana. The circle raised upward and shone blindingly before slamming down on the courtyard.
When the light died down, the grass was burned where the circle touched the ground, and a child no older than ten was there lying down.
"What the hell was that!" said the child.
He looked around, confused and surrounded by knights in chainmail and wearing tabards of green with a serpent on it.
"Where the fuck am I?" Said the child in English.
"Who are you, child? What was that spell?" one of the knights said in Atresa.
"Heinrich?!" the mother screamed, pushing aside the knight and walking toward the child.
The child's face contorted into agony, he put a hand on his head which was the source of his agony, and before he could say anything he lost consciousness.