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To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

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Veteran

I spotted the leader outside of the formation sending out a tendril toward me.

I am sure he is curious about this phenomenon.

Probably wanting more of whatever I was.

I immediately counter with my own tendril and smash it against his it is more powerful instantly dissipating his.

I commence to attack him with as many arrows as I can muster spinning them so that they gain extra penetration against its energy shield.

As it made contact I could tell that the creature was not expecting such an intense and powerful counter-attack but his shield held off barely.

I had another arrow moving towards it.

It nimbly jumped back and started weaving around barking an order at the ones siphoning.

"Hurry up! I can't hold on against this rock's blessing hurry and expose the core".

Along with the girl's memories I gained access to the language being used.

I couldn't target the creature as it was nimbler than a monkey and three times as fast.

I couldn't get a grasp on it.

It didn't take long for them to expose my light white core which they abruptly smashed to end the attacks.

I hoped that this would be it that I would not have the pain crash into me that I would die for good and my consciousness would erode away slowly.

I was sure to be let down and eternity continued.

In my incubation station, I waited to focus on a single point and focus on getting my shimmer back, but to no avail.

I would get birthed into one creature or another but never more than a day or two.

It was nice to breathe and feel and smell sometimes but that was always short-lived until I moved on to my next incubation station most of the time not knowing how I even died except for a few times.

Hundreds of lives later and after an unfathomable amount of time in the blender I found myself in a soft and warm incubation station one I recognized to be a womb, not an egg.

As I lay in my incubation station, I focus on a single point this time though it seemed different.

I had reflexes before leaving the incubation.

I had all five fingers when I woke up the third time.

I am a humanoid!

I hope I wasn't a chimpanzee or something but honestly, even if I was, I would still be happy.

Another change I noticed was that I built shimmer or blessing as it was called in my rock life while I was in incubation which made me question my current situation.

Did humanoids in this world have a longer incubation period?

I was able to at this point stay awake for six hours mind you I kept time by counting for many eons, saying it was a habit was an understatement.

Around the hundredth time I awaken, I see the light.

'Here it comes' I thought.

If I had motor control skills I would have crossed my fingers.

My vision is blurred which coincides with what a baby should be seeing.

I could not use my sense outside my body honestly it did not extend an inch past my consciousness yet.

I hear grunting and a female voice speaking in a language I could not understand feeling a sharp pain in my calves has me flinching and screaming out.

It seems they wanted to test me out I am sure most babies cry coming out of the womb instead of like a veteran at it who has done it countless times.

Being tossed into the blender so many times from the incubation station gave me a whole new appreciation for existing.

Life truly is a rare thing.

I was wrapped in linen which was a great sign for me because it meant I had a caregiver that wasn't planning on committing infanticide… at least not yet.

I strained to stay awake as I was carried for some time before I was deposited into a not-so-comfortable but somewhat soft surface with wailing all around me.

I could hear all the other children crying I suspect I am in some sort of nursery.

I begin to take inventory of my person and notice the key differences of this humanoid body, I was a boy.

They did not bother to put on a diaper I was still in the same wrapping that I was born in so it was pretty easy getting that down.

I had ten toes and ten fingers I just couldn't tell my skin tone visual perception was off the table I could only listen.

I begin to shut down my senses one at a time and go into a meditative state.

Surely it must have looked uncommon in a room full of crying babies the only one with his eyes closed and seemingly at peace with the situation.

I find that it is easier to accumulate energy in this form as it was coming in from all around me through the seven orifices.

I make the most out of it by taking in deep breaths and holding it in as long as I can before exhaling tightening my anus so that I can keep the energy in as long as I can.

Unlike my rock form, I cannot simply layer the minerals on top and absorb at my leisure.

I do this until I slip out of consciousness three hours later.

When I awaken it is to something that I have not really felt in a long while, hunger.

A deep and insatiable hunger from my stomach made me open my mouth and scream at the top of my lungs.

It hurt.

I didn't think this kind of hunger pain was normal.

Was it because of my training?

Shortly after I was being picked up and by the sounds of it so were the rest of the children and being fed.

I suckled until I was full and didn't stop then either.

If anyone can try going eons without the sense of taste and then tell me if they wouldn't be sucking on this breast as hungrily as I am I would call them a liar.

I was not burped and placed back into what I assume was a crib as soon as I unlatched from the breast.

Instead of training this time, I waited.

I wanted to stay awake for this and see how long the feeding schedule was so that I do not over-tax myself and cause irreparable damage to this young body.

This was my first humanoid shape after all, and I was not ready to go back to being my parent's food.

Edited 20211907

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