A New Beginning

After the overseer's disappearance, John's soul was pulled out from the void, and downward towards a long, never ending hole, he was tossed, pulled and bashed in the dark. This lasted for a long time until he stopped, something out of the ordinary happened, he's now floating, the current situation weirded him out, His body felt weird, he's ethereal but also not, he couldn't breathe but he felt like he can stay alive without breathing, he felt like he's in a water balloon, and then it clicked, it clicked in his mind

He has become an unborn child, still in his mother's womb, he stretched his imaginary arms a bit, and tried to touch the balloon that is around him, but as he is still a zygote, there's no sensation to feel nor do, he felt weak but he thought that it's natural given that his body is currently in development.

A few hours passed and he's decided that he will try to be as productive as he can in his situation so he tried to rest and experiment a bit in his mother's womb, he tried if he can absorb more vitamins for a healthier body when he's born, unfortunately, nothing he did worked so he gave up and chose to improve his mental strength and just stay still, he doesn't want to die again just because he's too dumb to let things develop as is.

Nine months went by, just like any other day, John is still hibernating inside his mother's womb, suddenly, he felt everything around him become lighter, like the water inside the womb has suddenly been drained, he heard noises outside, and he thought that he's finally going to be born, he's having mixed emotions as he knows that he'll never have a peaceful life after this, and this is probably one of the most peaceful stages of his second life, yet he still feels excited for what's going to come.

A bit more time passed and he felt something hold him, they feels like fingers or an entire hand trying to pull him out of his current position, he tried to position himself better by getting out head first, he doesn't wanna suffocate while being born doesn't he?

He felt pain, extreme pain! he was being pulled from one side and the womb is contracting to push him out, his head feels like they're gonna burst and his neck has been in an awkward position, he can't breathe, still, he held his breath and tried to help his mother and the one pulling him out by pushing himself out, no matter how weak he is, he doesn't want to die yet, he wants to live! So he persevered, at last, his head and neck came out, next are his torso and other parts of his body, he feels so weak, and tired, everything happened so fast yet it put a toll in his fragile body.

He choked on his own saliva and choked a bit, trying to grasp for air, he cried, he tried to talk but he can't so he just cried and gasped for air.

HUWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!, he started crying his lungs out while trying to breathe, he still feels confused and fuzzy but atleast he's alive! he felt sore all over his body because of what happened but it all subsided a few minutes later, he wants to open his eyes but he can only open it a bit, he observed his surroundings, noticing the design, he can't help but remember the time when he came to the house of Jose Rizal, the design looks almost the same, with the usual 1800's interior design of filipino houses, with mostly wooden floors and and walls, with stone foundations that are intended to cool the interior, and the windows that are designed to give shade and at the same time served as ventilation, a bit victorian inspired with the sprinkling of primitive and tropical design to help ventilate the house, it is very simple as he noticed that his house is not that large, he thought that he's born into a middle to high class family.

He still feels confused and befuddled by recent events but he still managed to look over the haggard looking brown woman that tried to carry him in her arms, as well as the tall and muscular man that looks like his body is built for war, looking at him with loving eyes while trying to caress the woman's hair.

The man spoke, "What should we name our son?"

The woman, still reeling from her labour thought about it said;

"Renaldo, his name is going to be Renaldo, for I will raise him to become a wise leader just like his father, a name befitting someone of noble causes, He shall be named as Renaldo Melchor"

Renaldo, our protagonist can't help but chuckle in his mind a bit before reaching his limits and passing out, dreaming about his plans and his adventures in the future.