17 Ch 17 Foreign memories

Mikail, came to know from his vision that the world and moon wasn't as small and flat as he had imagined it to be.

The sun was of a similar shape but compared to the moon and the planet it was several million times larger.

It was always raging, spewing out tails of burning liquid-like fire from different parts of it's body.

In his vision he sat upon a gathered puff of astral clouds and watched as his world spun and moved around him.

The vision that both felt long and short, showed him the effects of this rotation. The clouds blanketed his world in snow towards it's north, as the sun's heat gave birth to new life and produced rain in the south. Oppositely, when his world was positioned differently in it's rotation towards the sun, the vice versa would occur.

Observing attentively he noticed many other things that also changed with enough time. All of them, no matter the difference followed a cycle. Life would burgeon and bloom in it's given time, and wither and die when that time was over.

Mikail felt this to be of great insight, but at the same time a part of him...his wisdom mind, told him that what he was seeing was mearly the effect's of a truth that was much grander in scope and complication. He, was only looking at the overall product of many hundreds of trillion's of happenings.

The vision shifted, the sight in front of him speckled and warped into a dark view.

The him now was permanently stationary. He could not see nor feel the world around him, but strangely he did not grow fearful.

It felt as if the world before him was a comforting place. That within this dark and unmovable location he would, in time prosper. His body drew foreign energy from the world, without needing his impulse to do so. This was his only string to the outside world, that reminded him of his existence.

Again, the vision flew past with the speed of a drifting cloud, both slow and fast. Soon, he could feel again, but differently he felt no pain. His body seemed to have a certain disconnect with the world around it, interacting with objects like sound interacted with covered ears.

Time passed, and he could now hear. The crashing of loud bodied waves onto sea swallowed rocky shores came to be heard. He guessed that he was near the sea.

Finally as the moments grew too placid and time itself seemed to have stopped having any meaning, he gained the ability to see.

He finally discovered what this iteration of himself was, a freshly germinated tree. His delicate form and thin leaves blew along the direction of which the winds blew.

He was near the sea bank. It was several tens of meters away, but he could still see the peaceful waves flowing with a tepid speed.

He saw as many years passed, The growing of other life around him. The world's cycles was both a beautiful and a very ugly thing. The beauty of new life, the essence of decay and destruction, both came to hand and hand.

He grew to a massive size as time continued. He was of much greater hight when compared to any other things around him. He could see the beginning of the forest he was rooted in and the end.

Finally, as his age grew to his limits and the branches that spanned for hundreds of meters on his limbs began to collapse. He died.

.....

The cool touch of the winds that blew on his face, and the noises that entered his ears, was much more vivid to Mikail. At the same time it felt foreign and surreal.

He had returned from his vision and saw the familiar scene, from what felt like ages ago in front of him.

There he was, in a lotus position meditating. He had just came to, but he still sat motionless. He was reorganizing himself and thinking. A feeling of fear and mortality was currently congesting his mind.

Emotions that for some reason was non existant in his visions started flowing back. Because of the detachment from fear, happiness, and sadness the vision had passed peacefully.

It took him only a little while to organize himself. The vision that had lasted The many years, began to feel like a nighttimes dream. Things that were not important were quickly forgotten as his mind entered a purging state that rejuvenated Mikail.

Now he was back to his former self. He still felt the same sadness, as before when he couldn't light the flames to cook the meat in front of him.

This time though, he felt a bit different. He still remembered the essence of the things he'd experienced through his vision. He felt hopeful, that he may indeed start the fire. But the how still confused him.

Edging closer to the bungle of sticks that he'd gathered previously, he knelt down. He looked around in his mind for the feelings that he had felt when he had seen the sun in his vision. He meditated on it.

The burning heat that destroyed, but oppositely gave way to new life. The god of destruction and the father of creation. Newer ways of thinking entered his mind. Even beforehand he had been a curious individual, but now after experiencing what he had experienced a burgeoning sense of enthusiasm urged him to continue and discover, and build upon his discoveries.

This excitement and this enthusiasm led way to an 'orginal' feeling. Mikail, felt certain that he had caught what he was looking for. Suddenly opening his eye's and looking attentively at the sticks in front of him, he drew out the that same exciting feeling and called out to it.

"Ignite" He said so loudly that it echoed throughout the entire forest, scaring the Monkeymen who were no longer paying attention.

The peeved Monkeymen looked towards the loud noise and were getting ready to act out their agression. only to suddenly be forced to stand in a stupor.

Raging flames struck the ground like a typhoon. Mikail, smiled a crazed grin as he saw it. Finally... He had finally lit the fire that would cook the delicious meal in front of him.

Satisfied, he drew back the flames and looked towards the meat by his side. Only to see burning chunks of charcoal by his side. In his daze he had not well regulated his fire and ended up igniting everything a few meters around him.

'Aw, come on'. He thought as a sudden rush of fatigue began to darken his view around him.

....

Adam watched proudly. He had given Mikail nothing but, mere insight on some thing's that even the grade schoolers in his orginal world knew. But, the teen monkeyman still drew great knowledge from it. The kid was a genius.

He hadn't influenced the boy's vision in the slightest. He had only given him partial information, but the boy managed to fill the blanks within his vision.

Even, Adam was surprised when he saw what the boy was envisioning.

'He's awakened'... He concluded after seeing the boys firey shenanigans.

He examined a bit more and was even more taken aback

He thought that the boy's 'awakening' would be no different then the Bugmens, but on a closer look he noticed an abnormal occurence in Mikail's soul.

'The boys soul has mutated!' Not only did his soul get denser in quality, there was something that seemed to be living in it.

Adam completely halted time and approached the now sleeping boy. His world changed tremendously as he operated color vision.

'Th..this.. what is that' Adam, could only stare with his mouth agape in curiosity. There was indeed something in the boy's soul, and by all examinations it wad indeed 'alive', but... The form was of something that shouldn't have life. It was a sword.

A sword whose edges were dark as blood, with fire patterns strewn on the spine, and a black handle. Looking closely it very much resembled a japanese Katana, but not an exact copy of one.

Adam, reeled back and thought. He had indeed given the boy some information when it came to tool making and culture, but he didn't seem to remember given him much at all information on swords.

He explicitly remembered not given the boy information on war, and the tools of war. Yet to have influenced the creation of such a weapon like spirit, especially one that resembled so greatly an Earths weapons, it had to of come from foreign knowledge.

Adam would have to admit that, though he was a god, when it came to souls, and soul like matters then he was nearly all oblivious.

His creations, how they operated, How death proceeded after life, all of this was left to the Golden seed, or existence itself.

He was like a scientist who owned a lab. Though, the lab and everything in it was free for him to use, he would have to discover the elements that governs whatever he'd decided on studying on his own.

Throughout the thousands of years of observation he'd gotten some answers. Such as the aftermath of death, which transpired as such; The individual that died would be then transported to the Golden seed.

This individuals soul, to which Adam decided to categories as a 'Unique Soul' would then be washed and absorbed of something that Adam took for being the information that the individual acumulated during life.

Finally, that unique soul would then be transported to another vessel, or body.

With all of that being stated Adam would have to wonder. 'could it be that, Mikail's soul inherited more then what I had planned on given him from the Golden seed?' If so then how and why?

Adam's, pondering gaze loomed and rested on his own stomach. The string, that connects fates and universes was still floating seemingly aimlously.

He looked back at Mikail, and could see a much smaller, but still visible string located on the boy's stomach also.

'All of my creations, and me are connected to the golden seed'. Ever since mixing souls with the seed, Adam and it's soul was forever intertwined.

But, concerning the variety of things that the Golden seeds unique soul was capable of doing when compared to Adams soul, then it was very much different.

The Goldens seed was more like the brains of his universe, whereas he was merely the face. Everything of tedious complications, such as the visions and dreams of his creations was all the work of the golden seed.

Not to say that the Golden seed was in control of his creations individual consciousness, from Adams point of view the Unique souls were seperated from the golden soul to a certain degree.

The word 'Consiousness' was a very complicated and scattered thing to observe

The golden soul's individual consciousness, was made up of several billions of smaller consciousness that lived on the Blue star.

As for the Golden seeds consciousness, as it relates to feelings, Adam simply did not know.

Scanning Mikail's mind, Adam noticed several odd and foreign memories that took his focus. As they werw buried so deep within the boy's mind, Adam wondered if the boy had even really noticed these memories.

All of these memories were extremely warped, but Adam could tell that the visions was from things that he had previously seen, thought, or dreamed of.

The most prevalent thought in Mikail's mind, was of interest to japanese culture. As a kid and a teen, Adam had loved to hear stories and read books relating to japan. As his grandmother was born in japan before she relocated to America, she'd always told him stories about samurai and the ancient folktales or feudal japan.

'Could it be.. that Mikail inherited some of my, more prized memories?" It was really a mystery. Adam, drew back after several minutes of thinking. He, would have to continue monitoring the boy to have his answer.

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A/N:

((Hi guys... This Ch was a bit difficult for me to write. As I kept formulating and producing my thoughts on paper, I kept having the feeling that i might've been over explaining my thoughts. The sentence structure and the overall feel of it felt somewhat rambling and incoherent. So please if you care give me some feedback. I would happily take any criticism.))

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