IDBIRR Chapter 1: Death and Reincarnation
My name is Angus. I was born inside a rich family, and also the man to inherit all of it's riches as well. I was raised well as a proper child of a rich man, as if; not a stain of impurity from the outside world have touched me. I had attendants, or maids and butlers if you prefer. I was a child who was adored and favored by everyone, just like a rich kid should be.
I was the talk of the world. It was such a blessing to set foot on top of the world. Not only do I have the money, but I also had a strong influence over those who peered me. I had talent, fame, a company, women, connections, power, academics, better life and a tolerance to accept things very easily.
Yes! I had everything that no one will ever have! But the key word is: I had everything. I was naive, very, very naive. As my head grew due to my status in life, so did I notice the change that followed suit. The people who have followed me, later on gave me these looks of scorn that could make them sick at the mere sight of me. People who stood beside me, feared me for what I had, and for what I had become.
I ran away, no, I was chased out of our mansion by my very own father. It was then did I realize, noticed, for what they saw in me. It was true, I did became too full of myself. I became rude, haughty, and very selfish. I wanted to change of course. To change the obnoxious form that I had become, I wanted to have a chance at redemption.
I wanted them...to give me a chance.
But before I even knew it, when I was going to a place that I wanted to, I tripped on a rock. I felt the pain, for the very first time in my life who was raised as an elite rich kid. Who knew this world was very vast for me to overcome, and...well, because of that very pain, I died from shock.
I even remember how many people saw me die! It was so embarrassing!! AHHHHH!!!!!
And now, it leads to where I'm currently at. I'm somehow...still alive, but I can't move at all. I have no sense of feeling, but at the same time, I was aware of everything around me.
I was inside of a room made out of stone. Was it a temple of some sort? I saw a light, as it illuminates a small portion of this room from a ceiling. Some part of the ceiling broke off, it seems like it collapsed for a very long time ago. Enough for light to come in.
There were dusts everywhere, the silent ambience that lingered through this place was sickening, It was very lonely without any other signs of life to be seen.
I thought I tripped in some random street? Shouldn't I be at the hospital right now if the doctors miraculously revived me? Am I still in the real world?? Where am I?
But even amidst the feeling of being lost in a room of unknown, I didn't hate being here. I was just truly lost and scared. It felt like a new experience for me. When would a person show up? Is what I thought. Being Isolated forever...I would not want to endure such torture or even the thought of it.
Four days later, rain came with a burst of fall. Water came rushing in from the small open ceiling, it's smell is that of when dry floor or paved ground gets wet. These past four days, I came to understand that I cannot speak with words from my mouth, I can only live by with the ability to freely imagine with my thoughts. Just like what I'm doing right now. Though, there wasn't even much to think about in such a quiet and lonesome place.
Everyday, I spent my days in total Isolation and Solitude. I've come to a point where I felt it wasn't that bad at all, quietness is what makes me feel serene and peaceful. Maybe this is what I needed. A place where I can think freely, away from all the troubles that troubled me. A place where I can just...be myself. Alone.
A day has already passed by since the day that It was raining. I already knew why I couldn't move, I was reincarnated as a Rock. No no no, not The Rock, as in, Dwayne Johnson, but as a genuine solid mineral called a Rock. I found out what I had become, thanks to the rain when it poured in. A small puddle had formed around me as I layed on the ground, and that's when I saw my reflection:
I was a rock. ( °-°)
I was a particular mass of solid material. I became shocked of course, but then I laughed in thought; I was a Rock! Not The Rock - Dwayne Johnson, but a Rock! It was like a joke of some sort of weird novel where I was Reincarnated as a Rock. But then again, here I am, a guy who got Reincarnated as a Rock.
In my days of living as a rock, it wasn't actually that bad. I can't sleep, cause rocks don't need sleep, they aren't living organisms. But I am a living organism for whatever reason, what's up with that? One of the best perks about being a rock is that I also can't feel pain, I lacked the sense to feel. I am an organism that cannot feel pain or be pained. Screw you pain! you can't make me die from shock anymore! Hu-hah!
Living as a rock changed my perspectives in life.
I grew to love nature as I timelapse of it's growth before me. It was then that I realized, or became aware; that, thirty years have passed by. Yes, I counted my days living as a rock. All that counting, observing and doing nothing at all, made me feel at awe that thirty years have passed by in a blink of an eye. If I had one.
In those thirty years of solitude, I watched as grass grew taller from the creaks and edges of the oldened floor. And then it also withered through the passing of days. I watched them grow to the length of seven to eight centimeters long. Oh yeah, I was a four centimeter rock, judging from what I saw on that puddle thirty years ago. You could say, I'm quite the cute little rock, don't you agree?
As I watched the grass grew with length, so did I witness the growth of massive trees. They all started as little saplings thirty years ago, but as time grew, they all grew to be such tall trees as of now. There were three in total; one was an apple tree, the other was just a normal tall tree, and the last one was a peach tree. When they grew so big, they punched a hole right through the ceiling and exposed more light to come in. It felt so satisfying to observe nature right infront of you.
I know it's kind of weird to see three different trees grow in such a weird place, but please bear with me, even I'm confused, I just don't let it bother me that much.
It's as if this room...grew as well to fit in three of these big trees with obvious differences while having more room to spare.
Moss, Snails, Insects, Butterflies, Ants and more stuff I had witnessed. I became more and more fixed about the thought that I was truly a rock that lived through many years. It wasn't a dream, nor an illusion. It was the very reality that I live through right now. Living as a rock was my life now and nothing will change.
I can live with that fact.
I observed a march of ants right infront of me. They seem peaceful, I wonder what's dinner for them this time? Atleast, I'd like to eat something. But that's impossible, rocks don't eat. It's unlikely for them to starve. Maybe it's actually a good thing? but I still hope to eat something in the future, hopefully.
Oh! did you know? I grew moss all over my body(?). It feels like I'm wearing clothes. Is this how rocks feel when moss grows on them? I bet your pet rock would love moss clothing.
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*One Hundred Years Later*
In standard human age, I would've already bit the dust by now. But Hey! I'm mister rock, look at meee~!
Oh well, atleast I'm still alive and kickin'. Oh and I also noticed something again, I don't ever break at all.
A small rock as I am. I should've long been destroyed by the harshness of nature and also by time as well. But here I am, not even a chunk, or a piece of me has shattered. Maybe I'm a special kind of rock? Maybe I'm actually made out of Diamond and I just haven't realized it?! Hmm...nah, that's just wishful thinking.
Once again, another day passed by. Another morning greets me like the usual. Then something unexpected came to my realization after it appeared before me. Never would I have thought that something like this would ever happen at all.
A deer came by.