The Circle of Life and Death

"Where am I" Artjom asked himself whilst looking around his near vicinity.

"I can´t remember this place, where the hell is this?" He thought to himself, the place where he is currently is a small side lane surrounded by houses on both sides, the walls of the houses looked like they were built in the year 1200 or so. Not like he excepted, albeit poor his home nation definitely had not such crude buildings.

After his discovery he looked at himself only to find out that he had a body of a 16 year old.

"What!? Why is my body color brownish and not white as it should be?" As soon as he saw his own body color he stood up from his sitting position and further inspected his body. His clothes if one could even called it clothes were torn rags with holes and dirt everywhere. His whole body was covered in bruises and dirt.

He tried to remember everything about his life, but could not even think of one time in his life where he would been in such a state or be in such a place. While thinking about possible things that could have happened, he heard voices coming from the street about ten meters away from him.

Artjom went to the direction where the voices came from and about 8 meters in a sudden realization hit him. He could not understand one word the people on the street spoke. Artjom looked at one old couple near him who seemingly quarreled with each other.

"Ravaka Ashkra Rash. Pacash Rapra Ushush Franagla Zaash Thrarafa." The old lady spoke in a antic language.

"Pacash Daka Rash. Dala Dulaha Saga Shapu." The old man refuted the old lady.

The conversation went on for about 5 minutes until it heated up and the old lady shouted and tried to hit the old man. Without even blinking an eye the old lady hit him. The old man didn´t even want to dodge the slap from the old lady.

After this a young boy around 17 years old came to the two.

"Pupra Vlazama Shapu Wasa!" The boy shouted at the old lady, and after he was done the old lady placed her hands where her heart was and grabbed it. Suddenly she went down and heavy breaths could be heard from the old lady.

The old man and the young boy looked quite perplexed the situation not knowing what to do. While this was happening a large crowd came seemingly out of nowhere and looked at the spectacle happening.

Artjom rushed to the old lady ignoring everything in his way so that he could try and save the old lady. At first the yound boy blocked Artjoms way

"Ravaka Pura!" He shouted.

Not even interested at the shouts of the young boy, Artjom just pressed him to the side and continued walking to the old lady. In the moment he reached the lady he started the procedure to help her. First he placed her body in a lying position so that he could start doing CPR because halfway through the old lady fainted and lost consciousness. He would have liked to call a medic or a specialized person like a doctor, but he didn´t had this luxury because he couldn´t even talk their language.

After doing CPR for about 20 Minutes he stopped doing it because his body couldn´t muster any strength to continue. His whole body was covered in sweat. He continued to watch the old lady who was still unconscious for about 5 to 10 minutes until everyone grasped in wounder that the old lady regained her consciousness.

The old lady looked around and what first sprang to her attention was Artjom who was still covered in sweat. At first she looked quite confused as to why a random person wearing torn rags was right beside her, but what helped her understand the situation was the young boy who hugged her and explained the situation to her.

The moment the boy was done with his explanation the old lady stood up grabbed the hand of Artjom and spoke.

"Ravaka Nalaka Rash! Pacash Kumasha Rapra Ruash."

Artjom tried speaking to her in his native language and as he expected nobody could understand him, but he noticed that the old lady had a idea. She instructed something to the young boy and let go off Artjoms hand whilst saying something to her and then leaving him.

Ensuing this turn of events the young boy grabbed Artjoms hand now and dragged him off from their current position seemingly wanting him to bring him to a certain place.

Artjom quietly followed the young boy until they reached a gigantic looking temple that looked like one from Teiko a eastern nation commonly known as the "Nation of the Rising Sun".

Reaching the front gate of the temple the boy let go of the hand from Artjom and seemingly out of nowhere two female guards clad in armor walked to the two of them.

The two guard spoke with the boy and after a while they both looked at Artjom with a blick of distaste.

"Ravaka Zradrazra." One of the two guards spoke to Artjom while pointing to a position inside the temple.

The other guard grabbed Artjoms arm and dragged him to the position the other guard pointed to. As he previously did he quietly walked with the female guard to the point. They walked through a garden with a pond with some fish inside of it. Another striking feature of the garden was a massive tree with red and orange colored leaves.

Artjom tried to think of a tree species that somewhat resembled the tree he saw right now, but to no avail. "Maybe it is a tree from the eastern region or the new world."