Commissioned Stories

"New Soul, Wrong Body"

Contains: Colorful Language, Blood, Self injury, reincarnation.

First thing that came to me was the smell. Chard oak wood in a nearby fire, the wood was freshly cut that same day. For the natural sap was mixed in the scent of the burning smoke. Next thing to come to me was touch.

The blistering cold was the next experience I felt. The ice kisses that the wind blew made my body shiver in discomfort. My fingertips and even the tip of my nose felt numb from the sensation. Sight would be the next I would be granted with, although it was not as clear as the others. Textures and colors blend into each other endlessly.

A continuous blur that smudged the outside world from the lens of my eyes. No matter how many times I would blink or try to focus on a single object, the result remained the same. Movement was another gift I received, slowly managing to sit up from the snow that had covered my whole body. The white sheet rushing down from the upper half of my body as I continue to rise from the ground, balancing myself onto a nearby tree.

The wood being just as cold as I was, the rough surface scraping against my blistered hands. The small open wounds leaking warm liquid from them. I pull my hand up closer to my face to examine the damage, now being able to see it much clearer than before. I wipe off the strange liquid, feeling a sting from the area.

This must be blood then. I take a step forward, hearing the snow compact under the weight of my frame. Sound was the gift I had gotten next, perhaps a better body should have been my main gift. No matter, this body will just have to do.

Despite the poor quality it is in, it stinks. Wait, why is this body grown? I was supposed to be reincarnated into a newborn to restart my life. Who am I in?

Are they still in this body with me? Shit. I follow the scent of still burning wood, my legs slowly moving forward. The thick layers of snow dragging the speed of my feet as I stomp them towards the warmth this body much needed. The bright light brought my frame closer to it by the second. By instinct my hand reaches out for the hot flames, entering inside of it.

Pain. It hurts. I quickly recoiled my hand to my chest, the open wound on it wasn't open anymore. That was for sure. This world is too strange indeed, not like mine at all. Just where in the stars was I reincarnated?

The skin on my hand was nothing like my previous color complexion. A color I had never seen before, well rarely. The dark shade but yet not not like the night sky nor the grass below. More of the bark of the tree I was leaned up against.

Wait, how do I know that it is called a tree? I never saw those before. Maybe the memories of this body. They should serve as useful to survive in this place.

The pain resurfaced through my thoughts, distracting me on my mission. I must make this life a meaningful one if I am going to pass their test. I shall be reborn again and reach the next step in my journey of the universe. I will become a god.