"GET TO COVER!" is what the Commander shouts at the top of his lungs, as big heavy flaming stones comes flying over the newly reinforced wall that I and several other teams have been fixing for weeks now. The shout most be enchanted by a skill or three as most of the troops behind and down from my position on one of the towers hears the order loud and clear.

And in time as well as very few ends up getting hit by the damn things. Can't say the same for some of the buildings. Though said flamming stones explode as soon as they hit the ground, and sends fire everywhere like a shower from hell.

"WATCHERS! EYES ON THE ENEMY!" One of the of 2nd Lieutenants shouts at me and two others who are with me in the tower. We all jump and quickly turn, taking out our bows and nock an arrow like we have been practicing for almost 3 years now.

And thats when I see it. That damn army coming our way again. And the reason why I'm all out here instead back in the fortress of Dilla, cooking in the safety of the mess hall kitchen. And listing on the gossip and other talks. And laugh at any of the new recruits antics or disbelief when the older or more trained soilders wipe their asses in training.

I hear someone shout to ready the arrows, stopping my mind from wandering further and with a deep breath I line the bow infront of me with shaky arms. Waiting for the order to fire even as my heart began to act like a jackhammer .

"LOOSE!"

And as the arrows all fly away, my mind takes me back on the day I 'woke up' into this world. A world of magic, swords, guns and fantasy. In a era where a war, one not seen in ages, was ready to start again thanks to tense relationships, failing politics and rulers being too greedy for their own good.

However, if I ever manage to meet that thrice damned 'True' and 'Holy' Emperor of the Allied Nations, I'm gonna put a spear up his ass for being the one to break the final straw!

17 years ago......

Waking up with a splitting headache and vision deciding it was going to act like a drunk disco ball spinning out of control the second you open your eyes and makes you nauseate, while your throat feels like sandpaper is never a pleasent way to wake up.

Nor a good start of the day. It also those not help that I can feel my body being sore all over the place.

*What happened last night?* I think to myself as I try to sit up, which was a struggle as my nausea and headach was fighting to keep me down on the ground. And trying to open my eyes just hurt thanks to the bright light around me. But eventually I managed to sit up, using what felt like a three as some leverage and just tried to breath as best as I could.

And I stayed there for a while, my eyes closed and just waiting for the pain to past to a bearable level and the nausea to stop. And thats when I start to noticing things. While my eyes are useless at the moment, neither my ears, nose or touch was, which meant I was able to somewhat know where I am.

A goddamn bloody forest. I can hear and smell running water just a little away, smell the fresh air and feel it through my skin. I hear wildlife aplenty, critters making their sounds and other noice. Something was jumping from a bush to another, maybe a rabbit, while something else pounced hard on the ground just a second after. I could feel the earth around me and the tree feels too real to be something fake. Theres also the rustle of leaves swaying in the wind. And what little plant life I was able to reach at the moment felt nice to the touch.

So yeah a forest. Or at least someplace where theres a lot of trees and nature, and the wildlife don't need to worry about meeting people.

However this did not give me the answer of what happened last night, all though I'm somewhat glad that I'm not in a ditch or in the water. Waking up cold and wet isn't a pleasent feeling.

I try to remember what happened, despite the headach not having let up much. But I ignore it.

*Let's see.....I was drinking with my friends last night, I think? Yeah most certainly, I can still feel the taste of that expensive wine John had gotten out for speical occasions. But why where we dinking again?*

"Oh." I let out as my mind finally clears up and starts to remember everything. My bestfriend Lisa had finally won the custody battle to take away her younger siblings for that piece of crap father of hers. And made sure that the guy would not be able to touch any of them, no matter how much he tried. Or what strings or favors he called in.

Not to mention being forced to pay a nice child support that willl help very much in the long run for Lisa's siblings.

Hadn't been easy though. They guy is good at covering his track, is loaded and knew enough people with hands in the right places that it was going to be hard to get any dirt on him. Good thing Lisa has good friends who knows a good few ears willing to lend the latest gossip from the grapewine. And other good friends who knew where to be in the right place at the right time to get evidence. Among other things.

Had any of it been legal? Far from it, but we weren't the only ones playing dirty. That man have had it a long time coming and now being behind the bars meant that Lisa's other siblings, half or not and some much older than her, could not only feel safe at last. But also get the much needed and overdue revenge of their own in turn. I know for a fact that guy is in for some more nasty court cases in the near future.

So yeah, we drank to celebrate our win. A little too much if you'd asked me.

And then the walk home happened ones it finally calmed down. Now, I wasn't as drunk as my friends, all whom are no doubt nursing a much worse headach than I'm am right now. But I still drank enough that I was a little wobbly when I walked home.

Which was probably why I managed to react and dodged the car that was gunning down the street where I lived. And nearly run me over. But did not see the open manhole though as I was too busy cursing at the driver to see where I was taking my next step.

A shiver runs up my spine and the need to throw up comes up in force as I remember how I drowned down there. And cold icky sewer water was rushing down my throat and into my lungs.

For the next while I stay that way, fighting the urge to throw up and the shivers. In the end though, I loose the fight with keeping my stomach content in. By the end of that though, things turn for the better.

Infact, I'm able to open my eyes now without becoming blind by the light and the headach have calmed down as well. It's only a dull pain now. And when I start looking around, despite having a bit of vomit on me, I manage to confirm that I am indeed in a forest. And then I start walking to the water. Both for the fact that I need to clean myself and the fact that I need a drink to soothe my burning throat thats even worst now after that little adventure.

And while on my way there, my mind start to remind me what happend after my death.

I meet a God. Or at least something close to it.

It was formless giant mess that was constantly changing to all the colours know to mankind at the same damn time. And those we had yet to discover too. It was quite a show and oddly soothing to watch. Both me and it was standing in a room of soft golden light. A strange ghostly light flowing like water from a river right behind the being before me.

And it was looking at me. Despite having no face or eyes that I could see, and I could feel the confusion coming from it like a broken faucet with little problems.

It was a strange way of feeling it too. It was like I had a sense I'd never knew, like a 6th or maybe even a 7th one? I'm not so sure.

"Hi?" I let myself say to it. Feeling the need to say something to the being before me for some odd reason. What happened after that was a blurr of activity I had a hard time to follow, as the being began to speak in a language and voice I could not understand whats so ever. All the while they were panicking? Kind of? It was really hard to tell. Never mind having no natural features I can see and never moved it's body like a panicked person would, I just knew that it was panicking somehow.

It most likely that weird sense that was helping there.

It was also working on finding out why I was here as well. At least thats the feeling I got as I watch it move about at speeds I don't think human eyes should be able to see. Opening what looked like blackholes where other voices of other languages and tongues would talk to the being before me in quick sessions. While at the same time opening other blackholes where it was taking out a wide array of stuff I had no names for. Nor was I able to describe or look at the thing properly as they disappeared as quickly as they appeared.

And it all lasted a long long time, that also felt way too short? Time in the afterlife is weird. It's like it dose not have a concept of it or it just flows as it likes. Or just pick at random when times flows, stops, restarts or whatever else.

Anyways when the being before me was finally finished, it looked at me and for the first time I was finally able to understand it.

"We need to talk little one. There have been a few mistakes made."

That proved to be the understatment of the century. Turns out I was not supposed to die that night. Nor anytime soon either as my actually death was decades away. Worst part however, at least for me, was that they could not even return me back alive on Earth for a few reasons. One of them being that I've already spend too much time in here and the fact that my body has already been found and thuse my death have been become permanent.

Had my body not been found at all the being before me still had the chance to returned me to it, repair any damaged or decomposition done to it and make up some makeshift story that I was kindnapped or something to explain my sudden disappearence to the mortals of Earth. Of course, that means the being has to make that a reality as well but it promised that it'll make sure I won't go through unecessary pain or cruelty.

As for spending too much time here was a bad thing? Remember how I said time flows weird here? Yeah well on Earth, times flows like it should and there have already been well over 4 months since my accident. Yeah, a lot of time really had passed by and I did not like making my friends worry for that long on what really happened to me. But that was not the worst of it.

One of the main problems with me being here for that amount of time have changed my soul enough that should I return to Earth, I'd be suffering odd mutations and growths in a few years after my 'resurrection' that will be hard to explain and painful to deal with. And expensive no doubt of that. I'd also slowly go insane to if I was really unlucky as well thanks to these changes to my soul.

And these changes also made not a good idea to send me to the afterlife either. Why? Beacuse I could actually hurt the otehr souls already there and cause a huge mess without even trying. So what was I supposed to do then?

Appearently being reborn in another world and live a second life. Which was the best options for me to be 'fixed' as it called it. See, the changes to my soul can be repaired naturally by having a living breathing body, or any type of body really, and when I finally die in that world I'll be on my merry way to the afterlife with no what ifs or problems.

However, I can't reborn like one normally do. Which mean they can't seal my memories of a past life, give my soul to an otherwise souless unborn body to live anew in my new world. And gain back those memories of a past life upon my death. Lucky for me, theres another option.

By going the good old 'I Reincarnated as my Player Avatar' way. I'll become something like Ainz from Overlord or other similare fics and novels where I will wake up in a body not of my own in another world. Without the OP powers and all that. There has to be some limits and cons to this. This body will actually be custom made for my soul as well, though I have no choice in what race or thing I will become. Or the world I will be living in for that matter.

What I did have a choice of though was that I can choose five skills to take with me, for the new world I will be living in is kind of like a game and very much fantasy and magic like. So a few skills to begin with is a given along with a small blessing given by Life itself to make up for what happened to me.

A seal on my memories will also not be needed, as I will need my experience from another life to be able to have a chance at living in it.

Oh and I'll be given a Guide to help me along for at least a few years. They will be teaching me how my new home works and the basic of the rules that coverns my home. They will also teach me a few more skills and help me acquire my classes as well if I need it. For thats appaearently a thing to.

So thats what we did. And now I'm here.

I stop remembering my meeting with that being I meet for what felt like an age ago as soons as the sound of water beocmes more apparent. However, any relief I feel of seeing the water quickly vanish as I see my reflection.

There staring right back at me is the face of child no older than ten years. With white skin and hair, small tusks coming out of her mouth and crystal clear blue eyes. Looking as shocked as I feel. And wearting a simple, if a little raged, one piece dress most little girls would wear in summer.

"Fuck." is all that I manage to say to my new image. And my new self.