In the vastness of space, amidst the quiet dance of shimmering stars and celestial bodies, a stunning sight unfolded—a beautiful blue meteorite set its course toward a familiar blue planet. While not massive, its potential impact on Earth could spell disaster for any populated area in its path. Drifting among smaller asteroids, it eventually fell under Earth's gravitational pull, hastening its journey.
But before it could reach its destination, fate intervened. A collision shattered the meteorite into thousands of fragments, most harmlessly burning up in the atmosphere. However, one piece, distinct from the rest, found its way to a small town, tragically ending the life of a young man upon impact. As the fragment absorbed the young man's blood and brain matter, an eerie transformation began.
The bloodied fragment started beating and with each beat, it started shining. The fragment pulsed like a heartbeat, causing the lifeless body to convulse. From within the body emerged a mysterious grey orb, hovering just below the fragment.
Suddenly the blue fragment melted, and its essence dripped onto the grey orb, gradually turning it blue. With each drop, the orb transformed until, with a final pulse the fragment completely fused the orb as a portal appeared.
Without hesitation, the now vibrant blue orb entered the portal, disappearing into the unknown. Left behind was only the lifeless body of the young man, a silent witness to the cosmic events that had unfolded inside the small town.
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-Young man's P.O.V-
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As I let out a weary sigh, the weight of yet another mundane day settled heavily upon me. Sometimes, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment towards my father for keeping me stuck in this small town instead of allowing me to a big city for education. But then again, the chaos of the COVID lockdown threw everyone's plans off course, especially here where the internet speed is nothing but slow, taking out the online courses option.
Dad had insisted that I learn the ins and outs of the family business during the lockdown instead of wasting time at home, and even after it lifted, I found myself stuck in the grind of making money. Not that I could complain too much – I was pulling in more cash than most doctors, which was the career path I'd once dreamed of. But deep down, I knew there was more to life than just stacking up wealth. College was supposed to be about gaining experiences, facing challenges, getting important exposure to life, and growing as a person.
*GROWL*
My stomach's rumble interrupted my thoughts, reminding me that I should probably grab a bite before the restaurant closes. With a lazy stretch, I snagged the car keys and headed out, making a mental note to lock up the house before I left. The last thing I needed was to give Dad another reason to lecture me.
"Almost forgot," I muttered to myself as I hurried back to secure the house, then hopped into the car and set off towards the restaurant. The familiar route blurred by as I drove, lost in my thoughts.
Pulling into the parking lot, I couldn't help but whistle a tune, feeling a flicker of excitement at the thought of food. But before I could even reach the entrance, a sudden, stabbing pain shot through my head, and the world went black.
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When the light returned, I found myself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. Raising myself slightly from the creaking bed, I shook my head slightly to remove the grogginess and try to remember how I ended up here.
"I don't even drink!" I quipped to myself, the sound of my voice echoing in the room which for some reason sounded famine and childlike. Ignoring the weirdness I glanced around the room and couldn't help but notice its worn and shabby appearance. Even for someone accustomed to witnessing rundown dwellings in my small town, this one stood out as particularly worn and torn.
My attention was drawn to a clay water pot sitting beside the closed window, something I only recognised due to my great-grandmother having one due to her dislike for refrigerated water.
"Who still uses a clay pot these days?" I wondered aloud, shaking my head in bemusement. Again my voice sounded… different.
Ignoring the weirdness again and Stepping down from the bed, a sudden realization struck me— I seemed too close to the ground, and my stature alarmingly diminished. "When did I become a midget?" I muttered under my breath, a knot of unease forming in the pit of my stomach.
Despite the unsettling feeling, I approached the water pot and filled a clay glass, the vessel feeling oversized in my now small, chubby hands. Brushing off the discomfort, I lifted the glass to my lips, only to freeze at the sight of my reflection in the water.
Staring back at me was the face of a child—blond locks resembling spun gold, eyes as blue as a cloudless sky, and a youthful, innocent visage with unmistakable Caucasian features. I couldn't have been more than four years old.
A sense of foreboding washed over me, intensifying with each passing moment as my groggy mind pieced together details I subconsciously ignored. Goddamit I have read too many novels and fanfics to not do otherwise.
And as if nail to the coffin the wooden door crashed open, revealing the scowling visage of an elderly woman which triggered a chain reaction as unknown memories flooded my brain.
Memories of growing up in an orphanage with this cruel and sadistic matron who forces children inside the orphanage to call her Madam.
Once the memory settled in, only one thought came to my mind despite the pain I received from the sudden memory influx.
"I'm fucked!!!"
'I've been Isekaid!'