Reincarnation of a Worldbuilder

Prologue

Do I have any regrets the thought seemingly haunting my mind, my eyes wandering to the roses in my garden tears streaming down my face just knowing today my time has come. The book in my hand slowly slipping out of it as my hands get weaker by the second. My one regret is not having a family of my own never getting married, never having a lover, not even a child of my own to inherit my fortunes ,45 years and though these things I never had I thank the universe for my sister, my brothers, my cousins the close friends and my nephews they all made life so worth living for that I can peacefully leave this world and my fortunes to them.

Oh look the hummingbirds are paying me a last visit as if they know I am going the glorious shades of green adorning their bodies seems to scream to me don't worry. I hope my nephew takes care of the garden always was the only one who loved the garden as much me. It seems my thoughts distracted me greatly one hummingbird gently sitting on chest it eyes staring straight at me it's amazing how little creatures seem to show so much emotion almost as if it's human. Oh the butterflies are here to, each a vibrant color from black to red to blue every shade of color on the spectrum I honestly don't remember seeing some of these what a strange thing to see. Still though a strange sight to witness I am happy just having this scene as my last moments to be comforted by the birds, the butterflies and the flowers of my garden my head aching I stare at the book that my hands can barely hold just knowing soon it will be there no more I hope it gets published 22 years of hard work and dedication many days alone with nothing but the maps I have drawn and the myriad of worlds developed on pages to be forgotten culminated in this book the story of a world divided by race, the color of ones skin, class, country and power the story of a world brought together and, set on a path of healing and peace through the power of sympathy and understanding.

My vision starts to lose focus as darkness seems to creeps around the edges of everything within my sight refusing to go without taking one last look at my garden and new friends I raise my head with great effort engraving the site into my mind I slowly whisper thank you to those who were with me in my last moments. The darkness finally consumes everything I see this is it my death is there even a God to judge me for the sins I have committed or is the soul doomed to be trapped in an endless darkness.

I don't know how long it has been maybe hours, days or years heck even centuries all I know is that there is nothing but darkness, funny I guess after death there is only endless darkness it's starting to suffocate me, a feeling of being trapped permeates my body, it's so cold yet I know these feelings are just a figment of my imagination at lest it's what I keep telling myself. Maybe this is a punishment maybe my actions in my life has led to me being punished alone in the dark with nothing but my mind for company do I even have a mind if I don't have a physical body. Maybe I should look back on my memories or at least what I can remember to see what sins I have committed maybe by looking back at those memories I can rationalize my predicament and better accept my fate. Maybe I should think about the simple question of who am I maybe answering that question will help. 

I am wait what's my name I can't remember it all maybe it will come to. I do know this I was 45 years old when I died, a teacher for 14 years, My sexual identity Bisexual at least my wandering eyes and heart said so, I have 4 nephews 3 nieces no children of my own, I have a Masters in Geography, three brothers and one dear sister, I growed up on a small tropical island in the Caribbean I stayed most of my life there hoping I could at least make it a better place with my knowledge, and   world-building with the addition of mapping was my hobby days on end I would be alone in my little bubbling drawing maps to no end, crafting complex cultures to inhabit the nations of my maps and researching every known topic to widen my knowledge to be a A+ Worldbuilder at least I desired to be one. There now I can remember bits of who I am, what sins may I have committed that would lead to this personal hell of mine's, was it the amount of porn I consumed, was it the times I killed ants with a magnifying glass, I know I tried my best to help those who were suffering when I had the ability to, though seeming idealistic it was just me sick of seeing so much suffering throughout my life so many people and creatures suffering the lives hurting because of the circumstances of Life they could control or predict, maybe the times I had arguments with my parents about many a things that could have just been solved  by me just standing there and bear with every word they spewed at me, maybe the times I have stolen many a things though nothing on borderline evil always petty and usually from my siblings, is the times where my curiosity and want led to me experimenting with drugs and alcohol. Yes I know I am not perfect but if there is a God please I beg you tell me what wrongs have I committed please this torture hurts so much or is it your way of punishing me.

"Hello little one" a voice speaks an airy voice almost as if it is the wind that rustles the leaves of the trees. "Hello" I tentatively replied praying that I haven't gone insane that I am not alone. "Yes little one I am here" the voice instantly replies a light seemingly burst out of nowhere a being appearing in front of me it's near impossible to tell its gender yet it is beautiful a glimmer of light bringing me hope.

"I am A supreme God a God capable of  creating entire dimensions little one I have pulled a lot of strings to get your soul having to do some favors for the God who was responsible for you" the God replies to me. My mind in awe or fright my capabilities of thinking impaired "Can you tell me why I am here and why me specifically?" I ask stumbling over my words praying ironic isn't it that it is not something terrible. "Oh I would be happy to answer you, You see it I have crafted a new world to raise some Gods my children if you will and to give birth to or create these children the I required souls that have experienced more 100 million lifetimes those souls are the only capable of becoming Gods, why I choose you in particular to be one of my children well simply put I just saw your soul by chance when visiting your Earth so don't think you were chosen because of some special quality it was merely pure chance as strange as it maybe", the being says being truly blunt how I know its being blunt I don't know yet part of me is disappointed, sad even to know I am not that special that it was mere chance.

"Now that you are all caught up I am going to reincarnate you don't expect me to help you at all with your endeavors just note that you will get more powerful the more worshippers you have don't think just because you have the most worshippers you automatically will be the most powerful, no how you use your powers for lack of a better word will decide how much stronger you will be" father as I have decided to call the being said I don't why I choose to call it father. "Now as you are my last born child and the others already have a head start so I will give you an entire island archipelago as your territory consider it helping hand seeing that everyone else has territory now everything else you will need to know will be something you will innately know many things you will still have to learn on your own. Now the last important thing I need to say is that you will be the God of Life I won't explain it as I intend for you to learn on your own what this entails maybe your knowledge from your previous life will be helpful",

Father shrugs turning around seemingly staring off into the unknown " Now my child don't be too lazy and take care off yourself I will visit you and your siblings once in a while when I feel bored now Goodbye" with the last word my visions begins to blur as a light seems to try pierce my eyeballs, I hear the sounds of trees swaying in the wind, of birds chirping and all manner of animals am I dead again, yet one thought seems to dominate my mind why aren't I being pushed out of a vagina.