And then —
Light
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Leon opened his eyes.
A sky of impossible blue stretched above him, so vivid it almost hurt to look at.
For a long moment, he just lay there, blinking, staring, unmoving.
'Where… am I?'
There was no wreckage. No screaming. No smoke.
Only stillness.
Birds chirped in the distance. Leaves rustled gently in the wind. He could feel it—the breeze sweeping across his face, through his hair. The grass beneath him was soft, cool, damp with dew. The air smelled clean, fresh, alive.
No pain. No pressure in his chest. No steel in his side.
Just… peace.
'Am I… dead? Is this… heaven?'
He stared up at the sky for a long time, unable to move. Not because he was weak—but because everything was still. Calm.
It felt wrong to disturb it.
But curiosity eventually pushed past wonder.
he slowly sat up. The movement was smooth, easy. His body felt—light. Too light.
The world around him was vivid—grass swaying under a gentle breeze, wildflowers blooming nearby, a narrow stream sparkling under the sun. Trees framed the horizon, tall and quiet.
He looked down at himself.
His hands were small. The sleeves of his shirt hung strangely loose. His legs, stretched out in the grass, were shorter than they should've been. Something was off.
'Wait… this isn't right.'
He stood, cautiously. His balance felt strange, like walking after waking from a long sleep. He took a few steps toward a small river nearby, its surface glistening in the sun. When he knelt to look into the water—
He froze.
Staring back at him was the face of a child.
A young boy—maybe seven or eight years old. Black hair, tangled and messy. Blue eyes, too wide with shock. Clothes torn and stained in dried blood—his old ones, from before… before it happened.
"What the hell…?" The voice that came from his mouth was high-pitched, soft—not his.
He stumbled back from the water, panic rising. Then he looked at his scraped hand from the fall—small, slender fingers, scratched but clearly not his hand.
"This… this isn't a dream," he muttered aloud. "It hurts too much."
He sat down hard in the grass, trying to slow his thoughts. Okay. Think, Leon. You were in a crash. You died… didn't you? And now you're… a kid?
His heart raced—then something strange happened.
He laughed.
A bright, breathless laugh that bubbled up from somewhere deep inside.
"I think… I think I've been reincarnated!" he said, grinning like an idiot. "This is insane. This is actually insane!"
Leon looked down at himself, touched his arms, his chest. Everything was smaller. New. Wrong. And yet, somehow… right.
"I don't believe it," he muttered, then grinned. "I really don't believe it."
Did I… really die? And come back like this?
The fear, the loss, the sadness—it was still there, buried deep. But something else stirred in his chest now.
A spark.
Hope.
Excitement.
He looked around at the endless green, the sparkling river, the peaceful forest beyond.
'If this really is another world… then maybe… just maybe…'
"…this could be kind of awesome."
I was excitet about the New world the New posibilitys. What kind of World it could be magic and swords? Murim? A modern Fantasy world or not even Fantasy but althergebrachten gerne? I read a lott of novels so the possibility being Reincarnated in one of those wasn't slim.
But just befor I knew it fear took over that excitement.
The fear of losging my life agan of dying, dying like I did on the train. Even when it is peaceful now moments ago it wasn't.
I was alive.
And yet… not the same.
The wind brushed my cheeks. The grass beneath my fingers felt too real to be a dream. The scent of damp earth and blooming wildflowers clung to every breath I took.
But my heart—my heart still beat like I was under that train.
I sat there for a long time, knees pulled to my chest, trying to silence the echo of screaming metal and burning lungs. It wouldn't go away. Not yet.
You're not there anymore, I told myself. This is new. This is real.
Eventually, I stood up. My clothes hung from me like rags—bloodstained, oversized, torn. I rolled up the sleeves and tightened the pants around my waist with a piece of vine. Not perfect, but better than nothing.
Okay. Survive first. Figure out the rest later.
(End of Chapter)