Chapter 1 - Memory

In a torn wooden mattress lies a man covering himself with a patched up blanket.

"Aghh..."

Gill woke up lethargic, with an aching sensation in his chest it wasn't extreme pain but it was still enough to be felt by a grown adult.

He stood up still lethargic, but annoyed by the pain for a glass of water to quench his thirst. The creaking sounds of the wooden floor and the repeating sound of water droplets hitting a small puddle of water reverberated throught the room further annoying Gill. Wiping his eye sockets, He slowly opened his eyes.

"...."

Gill's eyes Gradually widened at the scene before him.

"This... isn't my room.."

It was an old shabby wooden house with a few small holes in the walls. It was big enough to fit 4 people in without any problems.

"Is this what they call a lucid dream..?"

"It sure is realistic"

"...."

He slapped and pinched himself to try and wake up, but soon realized it isn't working. In the first place the gradually fading pain He felt earlier was enough proof that it isn't a dream. The realizition that hit comes with fear and nervousness slowly trying to engulf him..

"What a twist of events this is..."

He weakly smiled and took a deep breath and exhaled

"Huuuup..."

"Haaaa..."

Before even recovering from the shock of the realization of the situation He is in. A large surge of unfamiliar memories came rushing into his brain overloading it causing extreme pain to Gill to the point of having no energy to scream aloud

"Agghhh..!"

His breathing became uneven, His palms and back gradually got covered with sweat, His feets got cold and his heart beated loudly, adrenaline came rushing in and it feels like his whole body is doing everything to stabilize Himself, or.. so He thought..

"Ha..! Haa..! Haa...! Haaa...!"

*Thud*

He fell to the ground sweat all over his forehead.

"Ugh..!"

He gripped his chest as the pain from before came back it, wasn't extreme just like before but because of Gill's current situation, His body overreacted to the sudden pain in his chest making Him feel stronger pain than normal. He slipped out of his consciousness and fell asleep.

***

In a small plain white room two people are seen conversing. One Man wore a brown coat and white shirt with black hair and blue eyes seating in a chair while reading through a piece of paper. The other man wore a white shirt and black pants with black hair and white eyes. The one with white eyes seemed to be the one that gave the piece of paper which is likely to be a report to the blue eyed Man.

The Blue eyed man spoke:

"What happened to him?"

"He disappeared two weeks ago and last night the pact with him teared apart."

The white eyed man replied.

"So he exposed it..."

"Yes."

"How stupid of him"

"What about the others?"

"They're currently being trained for combat and having lessons about transcendents"

"Hmmmm.. when will they be given a mission"

"Approximately in 8 months or so"

"Hmmm.. Go find a replacement for him"

"Yes."

As the man walked away the blue eyed man muttered under his breath.

"Tsk, What a waste of potential"

Clack!

After the white eyed man left the room,

The man with blue eyes seemed to have noticed something strange and turned around looking directly at me.

"....."

***

I woke up covered with sweat.

"A dream?"

Looking at the sorroundings, he saw the old wooden house again.

"..Guess it wasn't that much of a dream"

Trying to stand up, I realized i slept on the ground, though strangely enough i don't feel cold.

"Inhale..!"

"Exhale.."

Calming down, i tried looking for a mirror.

There was a a torn mattress on the top left side and an open empty cabinet with two locked drawers of the bottom half beside it, a chair and table in the bottom middle and a door infront of the mattress, the left side being almost empty beside the trapdoor for what seems like a basement. Unsuprisingly there wasn't a mirror.

"My current appearance isn't that important for now, i already know it isn't the same face like before anyway"

"Recollecting and organizing my thoughts and memories are more important"

"Fwooo.."

I am Gill Dest, 22 years old, an assistant detective in the north at Fenelbert agency, the detective I assist is detective Robert a famous genius that solved many mysteries. Our most recent mission is to investigate a museum, which blowed up, probably causing my death..

"Summary of my previous life a guess"

Gill furrowed his brows as he tried to organize the new information.

"The memories that came earlier isn't that clear"

Clad Lestin an ordinary policeman in the Queling kingdom famous for it's extreme heat in the summer, currently 21years old, from the university of collarience, lives in Xbel street, and.. an associate of the blapels..?

"Blapels? ..What's that?"

Massaging his temples Gill tried to remember more of the memories he inherited from the brain of the body.

"Blaspel.. Blaspel... Blaspel.."

"Ahh! ..Hmm.?"

"Isn't this.. that guy?"

That black haired blue eyed man from the dream is real? He also know the owner of this body? In the first place what happened to the owner of this body?

The black haired blue eyed man left hand held up a piece of black paper showing it to me.. or to be exact the previous owner of this body. His right hand not moving, held a fountain pen, he talked to me for some time before i signed..? on the black paper with the red fountain pen.

These are only parts of memories i can't remember a complete one..

"....."

"What's this.."

A huge bleeding arm that doesn't match the size of the other is seen spasming, it's Gill's own arm, the body seems to be in a white bed which was full of blood stains from the bleeding. In another scene a person jumped up excitedly to a building's roof and "I" followed him, the footsteps we made was silent as if we had no weight, after a while of running in the building's roofs, both of us took an orange whip out of nowhere and began fighting while smiling like we were just playing.

"Is this magic or something?"

"How novel like"

Leaving the wooden house from the creaking door the light of the moon illuminated the sorroundings, just like his world it's still just one moon, the outside is a forest with tall trees with a pathway towards nowhere and a lake near the wooden house. Walking to the lake to check my apperance the sound of water droplets and the leaves

fluttering is the only sounds to be heard.

Checking my appearance, I had black hair, dark brown eyes, and a pale slightly tanned skin.

"It's probably summer right now"

Looking at his clothes, he realized;

"My clothes are pretty clean for someone that slept in a wooden house"

Wearing a black polo shirt and brown pants with above average looks i looked like a normal civilian.

"Well I guess I don't really live here, in the first place the memories said i'm from Xbel street and this doesn't look like one"

The cold breeze flew past the man in the middle of the forest which emphasized the silence. His clothes and hair fluttered like the leaves of the trees as a white bird landed at the edge of the lake and drank from it.

"..."

The man stared at the bird until it flew away and snapped him out of his daze. Strangely, only then the bird actually flew away from he ground.

"A hallucination..?

He stood up silently and slowly walked back in the small wooden house, laid at the torn yet clean mattress and fell asleep.