A tale of a sandfolk

Darkness. Where am I?

I need to find the light.

Why is it so sandy around here?

Am I buried alive?

I need to resurface.

I can see a light. Between valley of sands

It is the sun and I can only see sand and sand everywhere.

I cannot feel the heat, I do not know what I am. I have no hand, no leg, no body?

I need to see myself.

Why is the world so bright? Why am I not hungry nor thirsty?

I do not care, I need to know what I am now.

There is nothing to reflect but I can move somehow, I am not sure about the trail that I am leaving behind.

An oasis? There is water, maybe I can have a look of myself. I rush to the oasis. A pool of water, my luck, no one else is here. Let's take a look

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The hell? I am just an orb? Seriously? God, I want to damn you. Calm down, I do not even know what my name is. Perhaps, I should stay calm and recall myself.

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A vision, a cheerful group of people, they were laughing at me. They were cheering up for me. This is so warm. So happy. They are saying: "Jester …! Jester… !Jester...". Why can't I hear my name? Where is my name? Perhaps, Jester is my name? Another vision, the same folks, but they were being slaughtered. I was shaking, so blurry. A humanoid figure but sharp ears? Fangs? They were getting gutted by those things. I picked a knife nearby, I killed it. Right on its forehead, it looked like a creature with a round nose. There were more? They were coming, I danced to avoid them? Left and right, I killed another one while dodging, until I killed them all. A group of four legs creatures showed up, and on their back were those that looked like the folks earlier, shiny and faithful. I could hear my own voice : "Why? You are late! Damned! The orcs slayed all of the villagers. You worthless! Curse you, king Palos The Third". I heard a wind break, but before I could raise my knife, darkness fell upon me.

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We were talking and eating dinner with some kind of utensils, so shiny and pretty. A group of some kind of long faces with horns and fangs, they had scales all over their bodies. I was wearing a red robe, and they were wearing armors, robes, cloaks. A voice suddenly came out from one of the long faces: "Hiwan, how was your day?". A voice came out from me: "Well, I beat your father, Daemis. Fair and square, one on one, spear on spear. Just like the law. Ha ha ha". Why am I Hiwan? This does not make sense. A sudden thunderous noise. "Hiwan! Dwarves are coming! Let's get outta here!". A voice from beneath. Another thunderous noise. Fluid came out from my body from the chest and I fell into another darkness.

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A group of people but they were wider than those from first vision. Why was I holding something long and thin with a wooden handle? It has a hole huh? Why am I looking at that hole? I poured black powder in, grabbed a stick and then shoved the stick into that thing. I grabbed a ball and put in the hole, poured some of the powder in again and shoved the stick again. A voice called me: "Dasmuth, we need to be careful around. You are going to have the first night shift". I said something but it was not clear: "Ya, With this … we will be fine… one … and it is dead". When the folks just laid down, something was coming, I cannot see well. This vision is so unclear. BANG! What was that noise? Something with four legs just died. They were coming, The folks woke up and fought. We were outnumbered. One by one, my comrades were being eaten alive by four-leg things and I was the only one left. I held on that thing and did the same actions. In the middle of the actions, Something flew through me, I laid down and descended into another darkness.

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I realized something after three visions, I have three previous lives. What is my purpose?

What is my true dream?

I failed to protect what is important to me and died.

I need to be stronger.

I need to know more.

So what is my true name? Something to call myself.

Jester, Hiwan, Dasmuth. The three names I got called…

Aha!

My name is Jehidas. This is my new name.

But I realize again, I am just an orb.

How am I gonna grow? You damned god of spirits, Lamento. Wait, how can I know such a thing? But not common things in those visions?

I need to learn, but from who?

Maybe there are folks, just an orb, like me.

Let's find them but… I need to hide also. Or I will get captured and poof there goes my dream of getting strong. I remember this from my first life I recalled.

Alright, stay calm, Jehidas.

Let's move to the south where the sun rises…

Wait… How am I supposed to navigate in this forsaken desert?

I need to have someone to explain all of these confusing feelings. But it is still sand everywhere I look from this oasis

Day 2, I have walked all night long and used the star to navigate to the south. How can I know this? The feeling of going south instead of any other direction is strong. Still nothing special but sand.

Day 3, still forsaken sand

Day 4, still another forsaken sand

Day 5, you are driving me mad now, Lamento

Day 6, I see something, something like castle made of sand

Day 7, I get closer and I notice something is wrong. No animals but only humanoid? Suddenly, I remember, the folks of my first life are human then the third life must be dwarves. I remember the races now. So the second life must be drake. That is just how insane this story is. Three races are in this same body, an orb, nothing more.

Day 8, I bump someone, a human. But he is just made of sand. A warm smile on his face:

-A newborn heh? How lucky you are, consider the fact that many sand folks like us get lost in the desert and get captured by humans. Then they get sold as just talking orbs and we have to buy them back and we have to teach them the basics of sandfolks. I am Posarol from Powan, Samil and Rolaski.

-I am Jehidas from Jester, Hiwan and Dasmuth. I have been living around for only 8 days

-Interesting, Mr. Jehidas. Most sandfolks can only talk after half of the year in the castle.

Finally, a kin of mine welcomes me on the road to the castle. Apparently, he is an orb just like me, but his color is different, crimson, while mine is black.