stone age prince series

Chapter 03: O Fortuna, you B***



~~REMEMBER~~

~~REMEMBER~~

~~RE_MEM_BERRR~~

I DID.

With a gasp, I awoke, pain grinding at the back of my skull, like someone had driven a dagger straight into my mind. My hands trembling from the intensity of it, and I clenched my fists to stop the shaking.

Damn, I had long dream about cave people, and I was some savage kid making fur pants. As I opened my eyes I froze.

Two lifetimes collided in my mind at once. The prince who had everything, and the boy born into this primitive world.

Everything flashed through my mind, the flashes simultaneously ending at me getting killed and going to sleep with golden nugget in my hand.

‘Reincarnation.’

‘It worked’.

The realization hit me hard.

But this wasn’t life as I knew it—it was something else. Something new. My body felt wrong, like it didn’t quite fit, and yet the flood of memories racing through my brain felt so familiar. Two lives. Two separate timelines crashing into each other, fighting for control.

I was still adjusting to this new reality when the very heavy stench lingering about the cave hit my nose creating a gag reflex that collided with the back of my throat.

I forced myself to sit up, every movement feeling awkward and sluggish in this new body. I had to stabilize.

"Oh, shit", 'the reincarnation ritual,,, it worked!,,,, am in new world, a new body, new life'.

The theory was one thing, but living it was another. It was overwhelming.

Just like I read in the ‘get isekaied’ reincarnation scroll manual.

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Reincarnation isn't an immediate process you don't just go from here to there.

First you must have body and your consciousness attached to it.

Then slowly the spell starts to push your old memory's into your new mind, keywords here are slow, steady, and safely.

There will be few memory leaks, some unintentional, some intentional to help you survive, that type of memory is call survival protocol's.

At first You will live your reincarnation normally completely fresh and memory-less until your mind is ready, when the spell determines that you are ready then you will ~REMEMBER~.

However, you will face a challenge of the mind, there will be a shift in behavior how much of shift, that's up to you, your mind biology, your mana & aura, plus your environment and how your personality reacts to it.

Yet most importantly how much you remember and how you remember it.

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Reincarnation is a gradual process. I don’t wake up with everything intact. Memories filter in slowly, carefully. At first, I lived this new life with no recollection of my past, my mind blank until it’s ready. Then, it all came flooding back.

That’s where I am now, caught between two lives, struggling to reconcile them.

Two lives are wrestling in my head, a prince and stone-age boy. Both are me, yet life experience effects personality, so now I technically have a split personality, temporarily. 'I hope'.

My thoughts were confused from something, ‘oh yes the language’, The words from my past life kept slipping in, disrupting my thoughts. This dissonance had to stop, or it would break me, but I needed time. For now, I’d have to settle into Anir's language, his world, until I could adapt.

Keep in control, steady deep breaths. I wasn’t going to lose control.

A boy's fear and prince's will fought, The boy’s fear was strong, but the prince’s will... was stronger. I clung to it like a lifeline.

It took moment but eventual my mind settled on a dominant prince personality for it was the older, wiser, though with traces of Anir still present. Just flavor of personality.

I made the decision to think in the new language for now then switch to my mother-tongue when I need to.

The love I had for my new mother remained, yet I quickly ripped off the tribal loyalty to the bronlo family like parasite. 'I am no slave' That was a chain I wouldn’t wear.

Loyalty to other's is trap for the weak-minded, and I won’t repeat the mistakes of the past. But I can't ignore my new mother, so I kept that love, its new I never had this before, and I like it, it's an anchor and I want to keep it, it will center me.

Once I stabilized myself, I took moment to see where my mental health is at, I couldn't be sure so 'fuck it’. Sane or not, frankly, I didn’t care.

I took all my feeling of panic, distress, fear, anxiety, and bottled it up, stuffed it into the deepest corner in my mind, and locked it away.

Someday the bottle will explode, and I will need to clean the mess, but that's a problem for future me.

‘Sorry Future Me, but it sucks to be you’.

The stench of the cave dragged me back to reality.

After a deep breath, I meditated for a moment.

Okay, The only good news about my situation is that am not a body snatcher, so there is no guilt of taking someone's life.

I wasn’t some invader—Anir had always been me, even if the memories were just catching up

Now I see what my grandfather meant by ‘people are asleep until they die then they wake up'.

After getting betrayed and killed, I surely woke the fuck up, in more ways than one.

I died, I lost it all, but I won't cry like women for the kingdom I didn't keep like man, Yet still It is amazing what a victory can cost you.

When my little existential crisis ended, or suspended, I opened my eyes again and looked around. My mother must have started working letting me sleep in, I stood, taking in my surroundings.

That's when I notice that my hand was empty there is no golden nugget, just a very small golden mark on my skin, this body must have been low on gold, maybe even iron. I will take care of that later.

I pushed that thought aside. There were more pressing matters.

The tribe’s day started at dawn, like clockwork. The men hunted, the women gathered food, and tend to this cave, and I... need to pretend to be normal just Go with the flow.

Life is structured around survival—hunting, gathering, and maintaining the tools and shelter.

I did my best to remember what I should do, and as I did the anxiety was pushed down into dark corner in my mind until the pressure breaks it free, and I lose my shit.

But not today.

Somehow I got my shit together, and I moved through the motions—fetching water, making leather strings, sharpening tools. Nothing out of the ordinary. I acted normal, no need for anyone to know about the miracle walking among them, last thing I need is witch hunt, and a burning at the stake, to be slowly killed in fire.

My mind buzzed with thoughts of how fragile it all was. I couldn’t afford a witch hunt, couldn’t risk being burned at the stake for having powers the primitives didn’t understand.

That's why now isn't the time to think it's the time to Blend in. Fit in. when in foper do as the foper's do.

Midday, As I finished today's work someone waved at me, I spotted Monire—my so-called "friend." He waved at me, and I waved back, as I remember that ‘king has no Friends’, I have forgotten the political lessons grandpa taught me once, I was careless. I was an idiot, never again.

I smiled and waved at the worthless friend, though my smile was laced with contempt. If my new memories are correct Monire only came to me when the other boys shunned him. Then he comes to me with his tail between his legs. He was a leech. Useless, but maybe useful in time.

Yes I can find us for him later, as I waved at him, he smiled and kept on walking, the shithead only talks to me when he needs something.

I returned to my routine, sharpening a flint knife, lost in thought.

shifting my mind towards my situation, This body is stronger than most of the other boys, but am not skilled in hunting or surviving.

Am only good in fight, when I fight smart its also known as cheating.

But That wasn't luck, it was me instinctively using some of the old techniques thought to me by my martial arts instructors, though memory-less me didn’t realize it.

Those instructors didn't instruct me to hunt, however here in this life unlike the other kids I had no father to show me how to hunt, find food, avoid becoming food. I don't know anything about the creatures in the Forest. There is no imparting of skills from father to son.

I need a hunting teacher or get stronger and go out there and teach my self to hunt.

In this life I was destined to doom or slow difficult life. That was until I remember who am I and what I can do.

Plus I have the unfair-advantages, advanced knowledge and a new aura.

I know that I must survive in a climate that is far different, and in many ways far more punishing, than anything I could have possibly experienced before.

‘But I,,, I Am better,,, I,,, I have an aura, a good one, a functional aura’. My eyes were blurry, tears welled up then I almost cried.

‘My aura, my aura,,, it,,, its no_rma_l’.

My aura. I could feel it. It wasn’t fully ignited yet, but it was there—a hundred times better than the pathetic one I’d had as a prince.

I have potential, hope.

A convulsive gasp almost escaped me, I almost broke down, but I held it back. I forced myself not to start sobbing if I star I may never stop, I wouldn’t cry, I am a man, I couldn’t, men don't cry, can’t cry, mustn't show weakness, NEVER.

Instead, I stood tall, keeping the image of strength. I stood tall, The perfect image of manliness.

I have an Aura. Hope. I was better than ever before.


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