Dying sucked I know that seems like a stupid statement but its true feeling your limbs and organs get struck and squashed from the force of a semi moving at 70 km/h sucked for that split second all the pain I ever endured occurred all at once and after that, I was … nowhere floating in a prismatic fever dream of yet I had no idea would be my heaven compared to what happened afterward.

Let’s start from the beginning. My name was Andrew Porter. I am an average guy, literally the average, average grades, average family, average name. I know my prospects in life and am well aware of where I’m going or I thought I did and then I got run over and life became … well death.

After waking up and doing the daily getting myself up and ready rituals I go to school ride the school bus and arrive after another mind-numbing day in the American education system I start walking to work and as I cross the street I notice that the world is off rhythm usually when I walk to work this kid in a red jacket is two steps ahead of me but he’s still standing at the crosswalk a little old lady looks to be stepping with me but he stops her and I question why 1 second later I realize why so set into my routine of waiting for the crosswalk light I forget the first rule of crossing, look both ways and that’s when I got hit with a semi.

Now I sit in a prismatic fever dream which I’m pretty sure is purgatory. If this is hell then I got lucky cause being alive was more hell than this place and I was here for a while I didn’t have a body I noticed but I could ‘see’ in a sense remember prismatic fever dream things were happening around me but nothing I would describe as tangible just things until the multitude of colors became one color and iridescent purple the kind roman emperors were said to be clamored in as the color condensed and became a man staunch and strong he kinda looked like the roman gods of old in description a perfect masculine face and a purple toga with black as night hair but his eyes were closed he spoke with a gruff and almost angry tone “What do you wish to be.”

He said it with such annoyance I became confused

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‘What does he mean, what do I wish to be, alive I guess, not here anywhere but here-’ and before I could create a response one of his eyes opened the right one and I saw the symbol 𝞪 or Alpha for the beginning he said “So be it.” and a warm light filled me as I was sent somewhere, my new life and later what I would call my new Hell.

I don’t remember my birth, a small miracle that is. Only my turning 3 and after cause that was when I started helping my new father in the fields nothing serious mostly carrying the scraps of the leftover wheat and putting it in the hand cart and not every day the off time I had was spent with the other children of the village which would have been had I not retained memories from my past life so while the other children played without direction,

I focused on refining my mind the language of this world resembled that of home but only in the speech the letters of the world had a totally different system it looked like squiggles at first nothing close to any language I recognized from my previous life so a lot of my time was trying to talk the local librarian into teaching me the letters which went something like this every time. 

“No child I will not teach you letters especially when you are not named that is the basis for anyone to start learning” The librarian Thomas was very strict with how he taught people

“But sir I won't be named till I reach my 5th year I can’t wait that long the knowledge in this room speaks to me”

“The same excuse Harper Boy the library and its books are not ‘calling to you and I will not teach you because you think they are.”

If you are curious about the Named thing you aren’t given a name till you reach the age of 5 in this world unless you are a noble cause reasons I guess most people just call me “The Harper boy” cause my parents are the Harpers, Campbell, and Mary, you see I was actually the 3rd child of my parents but they both passed of disease and fever which I solved the issue of a long while ago through stuffing smaller shirts inside of my main one to prevent the chill because winters here get cold.

Disease is as common as you'd expect in a feudal-era society I’ve heard mumblings of kings and queens in my time here but nothing beyond that it seems like this world is quite normal maybe this is what my reward for living such precarious life before the razor's edge of the lower middle class to live in a peaceful village in a nowhere place… how wrong I was because a week after I started learning my letters she came.