A Heroic Journey

Even now you can't quite remember how it happened.

Was it an accident?

Maybe it was it a truck?

However it happened, the end result was the sticking point.

You died.

Who were you before you died? A man, a woman? Strong or fast?

Who knows?

Unable to grasp onto specific memories clearly, your past life is a fuzzy collection of general knowledge of modern earth. Occasionally you would get snippets of clarity, but holding them was like holding water with a sieve.

What you do remember is that after your ****, came hours of blackness. It was a dark silence for so long... you couldn't move, you couldn't speak. Just when you were about to lose hope, the nothingness was abruptly ripped away by a blinding white that enveloped you. Slowly though, as feeling returned to your limbs, it became less bright and you began to make out shapes as your eyes adjusted.

The room was cathedral like with a tall domed roof, light shined down from countless stained glass windows that lined it's base. The walls of the room also had colored glass windows alternating with large tapestries that depicted scenes of battle. As your eyes fell lower you saw a dozen or so people in white robes surrounding you and a little ways off a colorless grey old man wearing a crown. He was the picture of a medieval King; under ornate robes and a red furred mantle was pale white skin, white hair, white beard… even his eyes were gray.

Lastly, you looked down seeing your body. You found yourself to be that of a young woman, you can’t quite remember if you were a woman before but if you were, you probably didn’t look like this. Pale almost pure white skin, fairly large breasts and wide hips. Completely hairless aside from the blonde tresses that fell in front of your face as you tilted it down. You also noticed bits of stone pock marking your otherwise smooth skin. After one of these blemishes fell to the floor as you shifted, you realized that you could brush them off with ease. Looking around there were bits of the material surrounding you and the plinth you stood upon. A metal plaque attached to it read ‘The Hero Parsa’.

"Welcome back to Sudra our Hero, I am king Cepheus I beg you, please once again save our world."