Mhmm,
[ as he moves baby arms and legs as he sees his being held tightly by a woman, she's crying and speaking, he can't understand it though. ]
I do remember my flesh burning, sizzling fat, the bright light and loud bang... but in here, as a baby.
I start to cry, as now following my body... I'm hungry. Soon as it turns night, my mother goes to sleep and I start to analyse the situation his in.
Looking around,
It doesn't seem to be the modern civilization, wooden shack, candles and a hay bed.
Can't seem to locate the time period which I'm in with so little information...
[ I look at my baby hands.] But reincarnation huh, possible multiverse theory or gods really exists.
I look outside the window, first time seeing a full moon, while basking in the moonlight. I look back at my mother, wearing ragged clothes and though not clearly, see a tattoo around her neck with a red spot. Trying to reach for it but my arms are too small. I rolled back to position.
This body is really hard to maneuver with, but I should say thanks to that guy, maybe a prayer could help.
I go to sleep, ill wait for a for what this new life will offer.
***
A year goes by and I learn when and were I was. From my analysis I did, I range it to be the early middle ages maybe in the 500AD, but there was a difference. The language sounding so vague and not from what the later modern language would sound like, alot of people with different hair colour in only one small region alone and the also people using magic which only intrigued me abit.
***
Sitting on a barrel as he sees him mom working in the fields during the hot sun. He can vaguely understand the language of the people, common greetings and commands.
This world isn't my original, chances higher that I'm in a different universe but can't be zero. Grand theory that this is a lost time of human history but....
As his mom comes over and holds him.
"How's my little Adam doing. Looking at mommy and her friends work?"
He reacts and holds on to her clothes.
Mom being a slave naturally places me in the same hierarchy, and it seems that those tattoos are slave marks.
As he looks at the market placed on back of the hand.
This is dirt spoon life, treated less than animals.
He looks at his mother Celine, he acts like a baby should act.
But something did put her here... What was it.
***
Five years pass by, my mom got sick, got to do some of the work supporting my life and mom's health. Playing the part of a good child I got to talk to the people, some useless with junk information but what soon found something good.
"Adamine, did you know the ways to get out of place?"
An old guy talking with excitement. This got me with something usefuland I got closer.
"Nope, can you tell me old man."
"Hahaha, sure listen to this old man's story. You see, the three paths from slavery are, one join the church. They clear up all the records of whatever you did, can't go past murder."
Murder, well religious beliefs do have limits to what they can pardon.
"Second, join the army. They call it but we all know that we're used as meat shields, no-one really survives if you join the army."
He holds his can and stands up and points at the master of the slaves.
"Last is to either pay it out, or kill him. That naturally breaks all the slave marks and makes everyone a free man, though I'm not sure you got the gut to kill in you my boy."
I look at him, wondering if that is all he got, but I'll save the info for later.
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind old man."
I left him be, got something very useful indeed. So I got a plan for myself but I got wait, it's too early for me to go out with it.
***
Throughout the year, Adam got well known by the slaves, guards and the master. A clever boy that helps anyone in need. A good boy with a heart of gold, even when his mom was sick and was not getting better he still helped around and the money he got was saved for his mother's future treatments. He was given a chance to work for the master handling the paper work in his office gaining respect and envy from other people, until the end of the month, his mother past away.
***
The people and adamine crying and helping in digging the grave.
Do I really have to act like this, Death can't be avoided, but I do have respect for my mother. She did what she had to do taking care of my, so this is the least I can do. After all, this mind be the last day I will see them.
"I'm sorry for your loss Adam. "
"Yea, thanks for your condolences, I'll keep it to heart."
[Night time soon falls. People go to sleep leaving Adam outside maybe to cope from the loss.]
Guess it's time to move,[ while picking up a torch.] Good thing I got the chance to make myself gone. [Leaving the torch outside, he sneaks into the master's room the window left open by him for this action. He stabs his neck and a cloth on his mouth.]
"Shh,[ while master can't move nothing but his eyes,] I'm making it quick, respectfully. The drug every ate in the food paralyses the motor function of the body, so this makes it simple, right master."
[He dies quietly and Adam leaves setting the building on fire were he placed the dry hay. He goes to every building were all the people sleep and burn it down everyone inside.]
I truly apologise for sending all of you off in such a manner but I can't let anyone know me, it will hurt the credibility for me later, but don't worry, I will remember all of you so rest in peace.
[Blazing fire, spreading all over burning everyone, no screams heard, no struggle done. This was Adam's way of a send off. Before taking a bag with all the gold and equipment, he looks at his mother's grave one last time before walking out, leaving behind Ash and fire.]