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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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I am fed every three hours and at night I am not attended to no matter how hard I cry or how loud all the children wail.

I soon learned to keep my training for the evening so that I could exhaust myself completely, and avoid the terrible hunger pains.

I was exposed to much more pain, but I'm not a masochist and won't subject myself to it willingly.

In my second week, I am finally able to get a clear view of what is around me.

I am in a room inside a wooden crib with seven cribs all around me.

When we are fed, it is by a group of loosely dressed women with heavy makeup on, which makes my surroundings even more suspicious.

The language is gibberish to me but I don't pay much mind as I get stronger, and need less feedings.

I took advantage of the women and started training in the day.

There was plenty of breast milk as all the women fed until the children stopped crying, sometimes interchanging or bringing in more women.

At times we are bathed in tin buckets, obviously, I am a have-not.

I could stay awake for up to twelve hours now, and I could feel the energy ball.

It is dense and ready to leave my body which was a crucial point for me.

Unlike my last life, I did not use it to feel my surroundings.

If there was someone else that could perceive this energy than I am done for.

They would be very curious, and if they reached into my consciousness then I would be a dead man, or treated as some sort of leech or ghoul that took over a baby's body.

Who knows maybe that is what I am now.

I steer my thoughts clear of that rodeo and continue to accumulate energy, keeping it in its condensed form.

Previously I gathered the energy from the minerals around me letting it seep into my rock body.

But now with every breath strands of this energy would enter my body, making me feel like I am hit with an electric shock with each breath.

I could only condense it so much before I could feel the instability, it would feel like the energy collected in my diaphragm would be thrown up.

The first time this happened I was scared my energy ball would involuntarily spill out, so I dispersed it as fast as I could.

That is when something strange happened.

In my panic, I let go of control of all the energy.

Most of it stayed all together in a little ball in my diaphragm, but the rest was absorbed by my body making me moan in ecstasy.

I feel like the energy dancing in my body, and all my organs are feeding on it.

It is refreshing at first, my mind feeling clearer than ever, and my small baby muscles started contracting.

I am bursting with power.

If I had motor control skills I would have let out a few punches.

All I can do was wave my hands up and down frantically.

First, it was because I was feeling vigorous but as time went by, I realized that my little body was absorbing too much energy and it was dangerous.

Luckily, I was able to calm down before any blood vessels popped which scared me.

I was almost sent back to the blender.

Life goes on, and I never leave the room, but it is a non-issue for me.

The outside was dangerous, and I don't know who my parents are.

I am not disappointed.

I am glad they kept their distance, or at least not hurt me.

One could say I am traumatized.

I stop strengthening my energy core.

Never letting it outside of my body because if someone walked into the room they would notice a ball of energy floating above a baby's head.

As I had no idea if it was visible to the naked eye or not, I couldn't risk it.

I quickly began to realize that I was one of many as other babies are brought in three weeks after me.

I have my suspicions but I am more so grateful for the chance to be human again.

Unless I ended up a monkey in some advanced civilization, I do not see myself figuring this out unless I have opposable thumbs at least.

Another realization came to me as I was training and experimenting with my energy, I can sense everything inside this wonderful human body.

It took me a long while but with the proper flow of energy pulsating from my energy core through my body, I am able to get a scan of my insides.

I could also move my little ball of shimmer through my body going deeper, or just scratching the surface to figure out more about the biology here.

Everything was the exact same, except the muscle and bone density is quite heavy.

I don't have the necessary conditions for more studies.

The heart and arteries are almost twice as thick as all the major organs.

The brain, kidneys, liver, and lungs are all inflated and growing rapidly every day.

I did not know if it was because of the environment or if it was due to my experiment with energy.

I need a control subject, but I didn't want to use any one of the babies.

What if it was radioactive, and what happened to me will happen to them?

I am not a sympathetic man, but I am not going to do something that draws attention to myself.

I am not in any pain, so I decide to monitor the situation and take action only if necessary.

Edited 20211907

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