It was a regular Tuesday when suddenly, unbeknownst to astrologists and all who study space, a meteor larger than Earth itself was barreling toward the planet. Thus, when it was noticed by the citizens of the world, it was too late, all that could be done was to pray.
This collective surge of desperation, rising like a tidal wave of thought, reached something—someone—a being beyond human comprehension. Some might call it a god, though its motives were as unknowable as the void itself. The prayers stirred it from its indifference, and in its ineffable wisdom, it chose to grant humanity a final chance.
"A trial," it mused, its voice like thunder that had forgotten how to roar.
With a gesture, the humans of Earth vanished. The planet, in its fragile glory, crumbled beneath the meteor's blow. Yet humanity was spared, reborn into a new world that had long been on the precipice of its own demise: Tulmyria.
Tulmyria, a realm vast and diverse, spanned continents many times larger than those of Earth. It was a world teeming with life and beauty, yet plagued by the same sins—greed, pride, and destruction—that had ravaged humanity's former home. Into this world, the humans of Earth were placed, their souls reborn into the bodies of Tulmyria's newborn children. This was their second chance: a world ripe with possibilities, where they could change their ways, build new lives, and perhaps even ascend to become something greater than mortal.
Many embraced this strange new beginning, forgetting Earth altogether. They forged kingdoms, created legacies, and sought to shape their own destinies in this unfamiliar world. Yet some clung to memories of the past, driven to seek out lost loved ones or rebuild fragments of what was lost.
But the supreme being, amused by the chaos it had wrought, decided to bend the rules. Among the many lives it transplanted, one soul was given a far stranger fate. Alone, separated from humanity, this soul awoke not in the body of a child, but in the form of a beast.
This is his story.