Laying in a hospital bed I was looking at a paper. He was thinking about what kind of life he lived only being able to live to 18.
The last 2 year of his life was spent on the internet. He had no friends anymore, People his age were planning to college just finishing highschool.
Hello, your name is Areon Christopholy and you have Glioblastoma. Your probably wondering why your reading this but you probably forgot who you were. This was written so I would at least remember my name.
He felt something click and he could remember everything that's happened in his life. At least up from the age of 11 when he was in middle school.
His parents… he had a mother. She was gone a long time ago. The only memory he had of her was that she was a kind person. To kind. Which got him into foster care when he met his new family. Even though they weren't related by blood they raised him with the son and daughter they had.
He wasn't dumb or a genuis, and he wasn't extremely popular or a loser. He could get along with everyone just fine.
He remembered he loved playing soccer even with asthma. He really was a sickly person, huh. He stopped playing it after highschool since things like basketball and football were more popular where he was from. So he tried football and wrestling in highschool.
This was when it all started. During his second year of highschool.
Glioblastoma a fast growing and aggressive brain tumor. Referred as a grade IV astrocytoma it travels to the brain tissues but not the organs.
He stopped reading.
'Oh yeah I remember now'
He set the paper aside as his vision slowly grew darker as his memories of everything that happened in his life came flooding back into his mind. Until everything was black.
Is this what death feels like? It was hot and stuffy and wet.
Wow it was uncomfortable.
Suddenly he had a wave of memories come flooding into his head. His eyes forced open as he clutched his head.
But this wasn't him or at least he didn't think it was. He was 11 years of age, he was a troublemaker with anger issues. At least from how areon saw it.
But that wasn't the main point these memories had things that wasn't relevant or even closely related to earth.
With his hand on the floor as he was struggling in agony of his head he got up and looked around.
What where am I? The architecture of the items and bed he wasn't something he's seen before. It looked kinda barbaric or like a tent.
'Why am I crying?'
But then the next thing that came into his view was the a mirror that reflected the memories he had.
He had black hair and blue eyes….
Wait… has he been reincarnated? He has the memories of someone else but how?
He get that he might've been reborn but how does he have memories of his previous life?
He tried to remember the most recent even that happened.
Every 3 year all the children aging 10-13 would go through a ceremony to connect with their ancestors. The spirits of the old. He had no clue what happened though.
But this didn't make him exited what did was this reminding him of those story he read on the internet of people being reborn in a fantasy world.
'This was awesome' he thought.
He sat on the bed.Than he thought about the new indentity he had it was. Lucien that was his new name. Than he started to wonder was he Lucien? Or Areon Christopholy.
He was older than Lucein by 7 years. He was sitting crosslegged with his hand on his supporting his cheek.
Their personalities also differed a bit too. Maybe that was because he was a lot older I mean, he couldn't remeber what kind of person he was like in elemtary school.
So he made a deduction that he was both Areon and Lucien were him now.
This world he was currently completely foreign from what Areon saw through Lucien's memories.
It had spirits and magic. A lot of supernatural stuff. But right now the main thing he was worried about was…
"Lucien, your finally awake. Have you been crying?" Someone burst through the tent.
He was at least 6ft tall older and at least 20 years old. Who was he? He was his older brother.
He was also a orphan In this life. He didn't seem to mind.
His name was Andrew, I was his adoptive younger brother. He had a lot of memories about him as he was a role model In the tribe.
"The villiage chief is wanting to see you, better hurry up." He than stuck out at home before waiting for a reaction but none came witch left him disappointed as he left the tent.
"Ok" he said. They had a good realationship. But he loved trying to get him mad.
They were a tribe in the rain forest. It's was almost like a savage tribe as they would hunt for food and everything. They wore pants and a shirt not rags. They were also very communicative with foreign people.
The language of this place was called the ancient. It was something every human spoke in his memories.
He got exited when he thought of the spirit and magic. He wondered if it would be like one of those fantasy novels.