Reincarnation at it's finest

Reincarnated

Delailum became a steadily growing boy, travelling with his dad across the world, with dreams of becoming a military hero. For years he collected memorabilia from all the cities he had gone to, amassing an assortment of cheaply made tourist weapons. From 'ancient' bows to 'sacred' daggers, they were all made of clay, wood, or thin bronze. In his and his dad's cramped wagon, these knick-knacks scattered the floor.

One day, Delailum died. His heart stopped after he had a panic attack, and then choked on air from the hyperventilation. He ended back up in the same limbo, same void. Delailum was confused, and stressed.

But he walked forward. And he ended up in the same forest. And he started crying again. He didn't forget that he had a seizure and was dead, he just ignored it. His primal instinct came first, and that was crying.

No one came when he cried.

So he cried louder.

Nothing. The forest was still.

He took things into his own hands. He crawled to a local tree and sat down. He ate all the rotting apples on the ground. He knew it was disgusting, but his body didn't. He survived.