As I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on a crude bed made of animal hides and rough branches. I sat up slowly, wincing as I felt the pain in my body from the rat attacks. I noticed that I am covered in bandage.
Looking around, I saw that I was in a small, dimly lit room, made from a combination of rough-hewn stones and crudely chopped logs. The walls were rough and uneven, with gaps between the logs where the wind whistled through. The floor was hard-packed dirt, and the air was thick with the scent of smoke and damp earth.
Despite the roughness of the surroundings, there was a sense of warmth and safety in the air. A small fire was burning in a rough-hewn fireplace on one side of the room, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The room was sparsely furnished, with a few pieces of rough-hewn furniture and some animal hides spread out on the ground.
As I looked around, I noticed that there were several other people in the room with me. They were all dressed in primitive clothing made from animal hides and rough fabrics, and they looked up at me with curious expressions on their faces.
The sound of their murmuring voices echoed around the rough stone walls, filling the room with a strange sense of energy and excitement. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but there was a sense of welcome and curiosity in their tone that made me feel a little less afraid.
As I sat there, taking in the sights and sounds around me, I realized that I had no idea where I was, or how I had gotten there. But even as the questions swirled in my mind, I felt a sense of comfort in this strange and primitive world. It was like I had been transported back in time, to a simpler and more elemental way of life, where survival and community were the only things that really mattered.
As I looked around the crude wooden and rock house, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my head. It was as if my mind was being flooded with foreign memories that didn't belong to me. I tried to make sense of it, but the pain made it difficult to focus. However, as I tried to grasp these memories, they started to become clearer and clearer.
As the memories flooded into my mind, I saw glimpses of a different life - a life that belonged to the owner of this body. He was a hunter, living in a tribe that depended on hunting for survival. I saw him hunting in the forest, tracking down animals and bringing them back to his tribe.
Suddenly, a loud roar echoed through the forest, and I saw the hunter being attacked by a large predator. In a desperate struggle, he fought for his life, but eventually succumbed to his injuries and died.
As the memories came to an end, I realized that I was now living in the body of this hunter. I looked around the house once again, and everything started to make sense. The crude tools, the animal skins used for clothing and bedding, and the dried meat hanging from the ceiling all indicated that I was now living in a time long gone.
But what troubled me the most was the realization that the cave I had woken up in before was actually a dumping ground for the dead. It sent shivers down my spine as I imagined what kind of horrors took place there. I shuddered at the thought of how many lives had been lost and forgotten in that dark, damp cave.
As I sat there, still processing the flood of memories and the shocking truth about my surroundings, I couldn't help but wonder how I ended up in this body and in this time.
The sound of creaking wood brought me back to reality, and I realized that someone was approaching me. I felt a sudden surge of hope, hoping that this person might be able to shed some light on my situation. a weathered old man came near me, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me. "You're awake," he said gruffly. "Good. I was starting to think you might never come to and we have to send you again to the shadow cave."
As I stared at him, still reeling from the flood of memories and emotions, the old man seemed to sense my confusion. "You don't remember anything, do you?" he asked, his voice softening slightly.
I shook my head, and he sighed. "Well, I suppose I can't blame you for that. You took a nasty bump to the head. But don't worry, son. You're safe now. You're with us."
He sit on my bed beside me. Then he started to recount how I went to hunt alone in the forest without telling anyone. When some old hunter was following his pray he found me in the forest dead and bought me back to the village. When they found me dead they send me to the shadow cave and that is where I came back to live. When some hunter passing by the shadow cave they Heard some noise and when they went to check they found my alive amongst those monster rat. They brought me to Village and when they recognised me they treat me and now I am at my home. Yes, this room that I am in is my home.
Suddenly it struck me that I can understand what the old man is saying and not just him but also other people too.
When the old man saw that I am absent minded he realised that maybe I am still too weak so he told me to lay down and all of them leave my house. Maybe because of my injury before I know it I fall asleep.
I woke up with the sound of The children scamper around the settlement, playing games and chasing after each other. I came out of my new house. The view that I saw took my breath away.
As the sun slowly rises over the horizon, the village settlement begins to come alive. The air is crisp and cool, and the sounds of the surrounding wilderness can be heard in the distance.
In the center of the settlement, a small fire burns, providing warmth and light to those gathered around it. The fire was carefully tended to throughout the night, ensuring that it would still be burning come morning. Otherwise wild animals can came inside the village.
The members of the tribe begin to stir from their sleeping areas. Some stretch and yawn, while others rise quickly and begin their daily tasks.
One woman heads towards a nearby stream, carrying a bucket to collect fresh water. She stops to gather some berries along the way, taking care not to disturb the nearby wildlife.
A man sharpens a stone blade, preparing to hunt for food. He checks his arrows and bows, making sure they are in good condition and ready for use. Children can be seen playing and exploring their surroundings, while a group of older members gather to discuss plans for the day. They talk about hunting strategies, gathering techniques, and other important matters that affect the survival of the tribe.As the morning progresses, the settlement becomes more active, with people going about their daily routines ,Smoke begins to rise from homes as the villagers prepare breakfast. The smell of roasting meat and vegetables fills the air, making stomachs growl in anticipation.. The sun continues to rise higher in the sky, warming the air and bringing a sense of energy and purpose to the tribe. It's a peaceful and simple way of life, where every member has a role to play.
I was standing in front of my house watching all of this. Those that pass by my house came to talk to me. I noticed that although there is happiness but there is also uncertainty and fear.
Before long I started to feel hungry so I came inside the house and from my memory I took out some smoked meat. From my memory I know that people of this time most eat meat either boiled or just grill it above fire and eat it. The meat I have is already smoked so I don't need farther cooking as this body is accustomed to eating like this way. Although the meat wasn't enough but it at least alleviated my hunger.