Once upon a time, a ordinary man died and reincarnated in another world.
Well... at least, that's the plot.
The air was heavy with dust. I could feel my lungs struggling to breathe as I slowly regained conciousness. It had, however, an strange essence, as if some kind of spice or perfume was being burned as to give it a good smell.
For some reason, the image of a hill, full of flowers and bushes, came to mind.
There were flowers, leafs and sticks all over my body. All of these came lying to the ground as I woke up. The stone coffin was cold and heavy, which made a true effort my attempt to get away from it.
The room was small, with its dark stone walls giving an eerie feeling to the surroundings. Were was I in the first place?
I checked my body, looking for any wounds or scars. I had the sudden feeling that I was supposed to be dead. There was a dull pain coming from my chest, but my body was as perfect as ever. I didn't recognize the clothes, however.
My garments were all black coloured and made me resemble more a peasant from the middle ages than a modern man.
"Who are you?" I asked the stranger, who was standing still by my side without any reaction.
The figure, slim and smaller than me, bought its knees to the ground:
"I'm Elisa, my lord. A witch and a servant of yours."
My eyes were starting to see through the dark.
A young girl, wearing a pointy black hat, with a dress with grey details knit by a grey ribbon on it's waist. Her hair was long and reached her waist, white as snow, but her skin resembled more the grey colour of the clouds. A true beauty, her blue eyes sparkled like a precious gem.
Mildly astonished by such an introduction, and yet thinking that this was a weird dream, I said:
"Well, If I'm such a lord as to have you as a servant, I must be pretty relevant. Who am I then?"
"You are the great calamity that is to come, the witch-king of legend, the one that came to conquer."
"And my name?"
"..."
The girl went silent. I didn't remember it either. These titles, however, gave me an idea.
"I am Zerubabel. But you may call me Babel from now on."
"Zerubabel?" She looked puzzled.
"Yes, Zerubabel, for I came from the city of destruction."
Her eyes gave a slight sparkle. She seemed happy with it. I gave a smile back to her, hiding the serious look in my eyes.
"For I came from the city of destruction," Said my self. "and I will never forget its sins."