It was a humid cold night in the rain of the forgotten forest.
Rain droplets made its way through every corner dripping from the blades of leaves to below the soil bed.
The forest was adorned with the beauty the rain brought anytime it visited but none were present to exalt the scenery before them as magical creatures, forest spirits and humans all took cover from the pissing down.
All but one.
In the midst of the let down was a globular mass of mana, a forgotten being – a lost soul.
Indifferent to the rain, it floated about the forest, projecting it's motion towards the mountain ahead.
That was the abode of his sorrowful origin. The crux of his agony in this precarious and forlorn reality.
If he could recall accurately, it was about 10 years ago, when his misery begun.
His very first reincarnation, took place after his death in a war between two clashing clans. Though his party persevered, it was a pyrrhic victory and many were lost that very day, himself inclusive.
He couldn't recall what was going on at first, the darkness around didn't seem to scare him or at least intrigue him.
He was completely indifferent about the matter of his death. But concern weaved open when the silence in the infinite distance forged a voice.
It sonared through every direction with no particular path of origin.
Though he couldn't see, an image was fed into his head about who this mysterious voice belonged to.
The image was that of a goddess. Her voice sounded divine and holy. So calm and mind smoothing, providing him with temporary respite.
From what she spoke, he began to make out the direction of where her conversation was heading.
She simply discussed the fact of his death and assured him of a new life in another world different from the one he was attuned to.
And he took the deal.
In a moment, bands of colourful spectral light weaved across the void and engulfed the bodyless soul.
In a split second he awoke and began to life afresh.
Years passed,.. no lifetimes passed since then, still retaining the memories of the former after death.
It wasn't until later deaths that he finally spoke back to the goddess and enquired about some unsettling and intriguing questions on his mind, that held rather too obvious answers or were too complex or secretive to give answers to.
In the void, he couldn't communicate normally as he had no figure or body to do so but there was a telepathic panel between gods of which he could access at that time and managed to communicate till he was re-reincarnated.
He soon became accustomed to the fact that anytime he died, the goddess will grant him a new life.
He had died a total of nine times now and his most recent world bore a futuristic scenery.
Neon lights shone in every corner. Humans, cyborgs and robots coexisting as a single race and innovations that could only be seen in sci-fi movies where inherent in the everyday life of the people.
Contrary to the peaceful night in the quantum city, a young boy ran across an alley leasing splahing sounds into the air as he zoomed of in dark rain.
He was being chased by some gansters and they were catching up.
At the end of the alley was a pool of ultraviolet laser beams which put him to an abrupt halt.
The gansters behind slowly surrounded him with a convex curve, gradually making their way towards him.
They all had death smirks etching on their faces.
One of them suited up his robotic arm and aimed at his head. It quickly engineered into a deadly looking S-rank Proton dissipator.
He relaunched his aim after it's transformation, throwing threats at the trapped boy.
"Am gonna give you one last chance now, give me my credits and things don't have to get ugly," the boss with the arm threatened.
"Go to hell, this is mine now."
Rage waved past his face. He was losing his patience with this guy. "I am serious give now or else," he exclaimed in a loud tone.
"Never, this is mine. I won it fair and square."
"Listen boy. I'm going to give you till the count of three and if you don't give me my money, then you'll regret it."
It didn't appear like he even have a damn ear to what he said or maybe he just didn't consider him that much of a threat. No fidgeting, no negotiating, nothing. Just posing there like a trapped rat scorning at another with a gun.
"One....Two....Thr.."
"Wait!", he screamed loudly. "I'll give you your money", the boss called off his arm and raised the other to receive it while the rest mocked the boy's timidiy.
"I'll give you your money... in hell."
He immediately threw the digital card with the credits virtually stored into the laser field behind him and it sublimed in an instant.
"Nooo!", he quickly engaged his arm once more and shot at him but before it could impact him he already saved him the stress of finishing him.
He was going to do it himself.
He pounced into the death arms behind and as he expected, there he was again.
He waited to be addressed by the goddess but she wasn't forth coming. Instead, there was another image.
"Who are you?"
"I'll be the one taking you this time around, my mistress is ...em....busy."
'What? Isn't there just one God for reincarnation. Why is she the one here now?'
This really piqued him cause he was more attuned to the later and had established a relationship of which only stood to engage in requests for his next life.
Before he could even try to negotiate, she had already begun his reincarnation.
He sought displeasure in this new goddess.
'She didn't even let me....'
[Reincarnation in process]
[Core formation and miscellaneous build-ups]
[Reincarnation still in progress]
[**Reincarnation Retarding**]
[***Reincarnation Crashing***]
[****Reincarnation Falied***]
'And that's how I ended up here. In this world where no one cares about me. Whenever I come around civilization, all they see I one forgotten by the gods.
The other gods aren't mich to talk about themselves. They use my core, the only thing that defines my existence, .. they use me as spells, transforming me into a tremor rank spell to perform task that they were obliged to perform themselves. I have become a tool, a use-and-throw equipment in their palms.
And the worst part of it all is that, somehow after I am use up I just don't fade into nothing and hope to be reincarnated again, I just stand depleted and await another to abuse me after my regeneration. It a terror in this world, an absolute nightmare. I sometimes return to the mountain where my core first awoke hoping to find favour in the goddess of reincarnation but after 10 years it came out to be just and illusion of hope to distract me from the displeasure I store up against this world.'
Dawn was approaching an the rain seized it's plight. He ascended the mountain top persistingly up till the summit.
Floating there in the morning whisper was a usual for him but little did he know that that was when his illusion finally turned into his desired reality.