'Sigh, it is peaceful.... It is all over huh...'
James suddenly jerked and sat straight or at least that's what he thought of doing.
'Hmm? What? Think? I can? Brain? What the fuck? Wait I can think?! Random number – 89. Hooh~ I can even think of random thoughts.' James thought as he tried to understand his current situation.
'...I just lack hearing and can't feel anything huh? Well the bigger question is how long do I have to stay like this. Maybe right now I am going through Rigor Mortis…
Death is not quick huh? Kek.
Or maybe it is god of luck trying to get back at me.' James thought as he tried to remember the life he has lived.
'Ooh! I don't feel the regret I felt, not like I regret anything but whatever second thoughts I was having, they are no more. It is… peaceful.'
Disrupting his thoughts, James felt a touch on his shin.
'Huh?'
The touch turned into a grab and then a pull and James found his body being pulled towards the touch.
'What now? Ooh is this perhaps.. hell? But I don't remember doing something that warrants me to go to-'
James thoughts were cut as he suddenly felt like he was out of a blanket in cold winters.
'Huh? Isn't hell supposed to be hot-' James stopped his thoughts in the tracks as he understood something greater.
He was feeling! He was able to feel the temperature and wind! Before he could wonder what is happening he felt someone touching his body at different parts and then he started to hear sounds.
'@#&*$'
'#*$&'
'@@###@!!'
'#*$%#'
James' mind went blank.
As he was racking his brains to understand what is going on, he felt something again.
But this time it was not the touches he were feeling on different parts of his body, neither was it the sound.
He saw light.
He was not able to understand it was light that he was looking at. He was just blankly staring at it.
His eyes were closed but he didn't think of opening them. The coaster of his thoughts didn't pass through the thought of eyes and light.
A minute passed when he felt a touch on his eyelids. Someone was opening his eyelids.
And then it happened, a torrent of colors entered his mind shaking his thoughts from their core.
It finally deemed upon him.
He was able to see.
He looked around. His eyes were not able to focus at any specific point. Just looking around him in a blur. When he was able to focus a bit he saw it. A face that he had never seen yet felt... not new.
With hairs white as snow, falling on his shoulders. His eyes white as if depicting the grandiose of moon. With sharp eyes and picture-perfect facial features a man was looking at him.
What astonished James more than his looks is that the man looked like someone James had imagined.
Karl Hearth.
The main villain of his favorite novel.
Before he could think further his vision closed and… he felt panic. He felt darkness.
When he was suddenly able to see, he didn't feel the joy. But as the light faded and he saw the darkness he was all too familiar with, something in him snapped.
He started panicking. Flailing his hands and legs. He could feel a hand like touch covering whole of his back but he paid it no attention. He was not capable of. The only thought in his mind was…. Fear.
In the midst of the greatest panic he ever went through his mind got hold of a fact that gave him a huge ray of hope. He was still able to see light. Though it was dark but the darkness was not as empty as he had always seen it. There was a shade of light that filled the darkness making the darkness feel... less scary.
That hope calmed him down and the next instant his thoughts understood an important fact that he had ignored.
His eyes were closed.
So he tried. Tried to open his eyes as his eyelids fluttered, the way that could be said to be the epitome of cuteness. A few moments and he could see, again.
This time the scene had changed and what he saw was a beautiful woman. She had beautiful black hairs that shimmered beautifully and her black eyes dark yet calming looked at him with curiosity… or worries, James couldn't understand.
What he understood was that she was looking at him without meaning any harm.
As his eyes met with the woman's, the woman smiled. It was a simple smile but that smile gave him peace which let down his guard against the new people he was seeing.
He closed his eyes, the peace overpowering his desire to see.
James was finally able to think as he felt the warmth enveloping his whole body. As his mind traced back to the recent events he understood a fact. He was reborn. What was more shocking was that the man he saw earlier looked just like Karl Hearth.
These thoughts would have sent him in a frenzy of thoughts and in another swim in the pond of 'ifs and buts' but due to the warmth and peace he felt he was able to think calmly.
'Is this reincarnation or character possession as it happened in some novels? Am I in Saga of Isurt? Was that Karl? No, Karl died so it can't be him. Is it Raun? But Raun didn't look like that. That look was definitely Karl. Wait! It was a bit too burly for Karl. Hmm… Whatever.'
'I have been reborn and I can see. Enough for now. I will find other things later.'
James thought as his mind drifted to serenity, enjoying the warmth of the hug. He fell asleep.
***
James was lying on the bed beside the beautiful woman he concluded was his new mother.
He had now been breastfed once and his mind did start thinking with the mind of a 28 year old virgin he died as, but as fast did his conscience pull him back preventing him from having any thoughts that he might have regretted for life.
Since he woke up he had cleared his mind of many thoughts and concluded and accepted a lot of facts, one being accepting his new parents.
'This is not necessarily Arhaven, the world of Saga of Isurt. That man, his father, might just be someone who looked like Karl. I don't have enough info and I don't want to rack my brains over useless assumptions.
Rebirth exists. Question is does it happen to everyone? If it did then there would be lots of problem with how the world has played out. It will be more justified if I am the chosen one kek.' James thought letting out a giggle which made the woman, his mother, turn towards him with a smile.
"&$%*@" his mother said something, giving James a pat on his head.
James felt the pat and gave another giggle to his mother trying to make her happy.
'Mother's laughter makes me happy so I don't mind acting cute… and its new. Before when my mother on earth talked to me it was never with laughter. It was full of worries and giving me hope and courage heh… I like this type of interaction. Too bad I can't understand the language yet but I enjoy the moment. Saves me the trouble of knowing if I am doing something right or wrong. I deserve a bit a peace time after dying.'
James kept giggling as his mother took him in her hands and starter cradling him with her hands.
'Ok, so I can enjoy this for now but what is my current status?
This world is not advanced for sure. What is with those lamps, they have not even invented tube light. Well, that is something that I can easily do later. And these maids around!
I think I can conclude the current system of this world is of medieval age.
The good points are that- first and foremost my mind is still the same so I will be successful in life even in the worst case scenario. Perks of a genius kek. Secondly mother and father seem to be RICH!
I was not poor in my previous life either but this room is not big it is grandiose! This is enough to fit 6 apartments of the type I lived in! And that only side by side! The ceiling is thrice as tall as my apartment!
If there is nobility and commoner system in this medieval era then I am surely a noble!
...Man my thoughts keep drifting to Saga of Istur. The white hair of father and this grandiose fits to my image of Dukedom of Hearth.'
As his mind was addressing his different ideas and thoughts he heard the sound of door opening. He saw his father walking in with a smile.
"$&#@"
"@$3\&"
"!*#&"
As his mother and father kept conversing, his father gently took him from his mother's embrace into his own. His mother kissed him on the head and let go. His father, holding him in his embrace, started walking towards the door he came from.
'Oooh? Am I going out of the room? Finally!'
As James went out he saw another batch of maids getting inside the room, his mother was in, to which he paid no mind. His focus was rather on the grand corridor that stretched so far that one could have made a road on there.
As he was enjoying the luxury of scenery out of the window more than the luxury of gems around him he thought of paying closer attention to the outside view so he stretched his hands towards the window so that his father would take him there.
"@%#@&"
His father grinned saying something as he walked towards the window showing him the view so grand as if it was straight out of a fantasy!
His father extended his hands holding him with a hold that was loose yet somehow felt very firm.
He enjoyed the scenery of huge and luxurious buildings as his mind compared them with the depiction of building he had heard in medieval age novels.
The buildings, the huge trees, the people in black and white dress code presumably servants some doing work while others looking towards him and bowing to him.
'Is this how Kings feel?' was the only thought James' mind could conjure.
His father let him savor the feeling of awe after which he took him back in his embrace and continued walking.
James closed his eyes and kept thinking of the beautiful scene he just saw as if etching it in his mind forever.
When he felt his father's embrace getting dull he opened his eyes and found himself in a huge hall.
Infront of him was a… preacher was what he could guess from the white dressing the person was wearing. His father put him in front of the man.
The white dressed man put his hands above him and spoke some words and light erupted from his hands blinding him for a few seconds.
'Magic?' was the only thought that resonated through his mind in an echo.
The person looked at him smiled and started talking to his father which James ignored while he stayed laid on a mattress like thing which was soft yet felt cold compared to his parent's embrace. His mind was thinking back to the overload of light he just saw.
After a few minutes passed his father held him again and started walking the way he came from with a smile reaching his ears.
'I think he asked the preacher for my health and blessings.' James thought as he was taken back to the room where his mother was lying.
His father handed him back to his mother's embrace but his mother instead of looking at him was looking at his father with an expression that James felt was asking for answers.
He also turned his head to face his father whose smile had not diminished in the slightest.
He gave a nod and said some words one of which due to focusing on them James was able to understand and that one word sent him to a calm that was like the calm before a storm.
The only word he could understand from the conversation was… Karl.