Some time later, my eye opened in confusion.
As the cold of the metal floor seeped into my back, I could only wonder—what happened?
Yet even as the question flowed through my head, something happened—like a dam breaking open. A flood of memories came rushing back.
I sat up in fright as the world came into view. Yet this was not the end.
I don't know how to describe it.
It's like being blind your whole life, then being given sight—but more. I could hear and smell so much.
Even as I was adjusting, I realized what I was smelling. Rot. And not just any rot—that smell... it was meat rotting.
I could never forget it. The time I found the corpse of some animal...
I couldn't tell what it was. The body was too far gone.
All I knew was that whatever killed it tore it into so many pieces, it was practically just a pile of meat.
I am drawn out of the memory by a jolt of pain.
I quickly turn to see the source—only to be surprised to see a tail?!
I have a tail... Why do I have a tail?
I stand up from the ground, only to feel the wrongness of my body.
Muscles strained under my skin. My legs bent differently. I could feel my tail rise, helping me balance—almost instinctively.
My tail... what a strange thought. Even now, I could not believe it.
I turn again, almost unbelieving—yet there it was. A tail: long, thin, almost pink in color.
As if reacting to my stare, it began to sway side to side like an excited dog in front of its master.
Yet as I stared at it, I realized that my tail was familiar. I had seen it before—on a very big rat.
And like the final part of a puzzle being found, I could see the whole picture.
The thing in the void—that was the Horned Rat, the god of the Skaven... Skull's speech pattern... and now my rat-like tail...
I have reincarnated as a Skaven.