~~REMEMBER~~~~REMEMBER~~~~RE_MEM_BERRR~~

  I DID.

  With a gasp, I awoke, pain grinding at the bay skull, like someone had driven a dagger straight into my mind. My hands trembling from the iy of it, and I ched 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 ohe prince who had everything, and the boy born into this primitive world.

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

  ‘Reination.’

  ‘It worked’.

  The realization hit me hard.

  But this wasn’t life as I k—it was something else. Something new. My body felt wrong, like it didn’t quite fit, ahe flood of memories rag through my brai so familiar. Two lives. Two separate timelines crashing into each other, fighting for trol.

  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 bay throat.

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

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

  The theory was ohing, but living it was another. It was overwhelming.

  Just like I read in the ‘get isekaied’ reination sanual.

  [   Reination isn't an immediate process you don't just go from here to there.First you must have body and your sciousness 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 uional, some iional to help you survive, that type of memory is call survival protocol's.At first You will live your reination normally pletely fresh and memory-less until your mind is ready, when the spell determihat 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 enviro and how your personality reacts to it.Yet most importantly how much you remember and how you remember it.   ]

  Reination 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 recolle of my past, my mind bnk until it’s ready. Then, it all came flooding back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

  I made the decision to think in the new nguage for now then swity mother-tongue when I o.

  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 sve' That was a 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 '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 ter 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, ay, and bottled it up, stuffed it into the deepest er in my mind, and locked it away.

  Someday the bottle will explode, and I will o 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 catg up

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

  After gettirayed 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 maill It is amazing what a victory cost you.

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

  That's when I notice that my hand was empty there is no golden , 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 ter.

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

  The tribe’s day started at dawn, like clockwork. The men huhe women gathered food, ao this cave, and I... o 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 ay ushed down into dark er 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 motiog water, makiher strings, sharpening tools. Nothing out of the ordinary. I acted normal, no need for ao know about the miracle walking among them, st thing I need is witch hunt, and a burning at the stake, to be slowly killed in fire.

  My mind buzzed with thoughts of hile it all was. I couldn’t afford a witch hunt, couldn’t risk being bur the stake for having powers the primitives didn’t uand.

  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 fioday'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 fotten 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 ced with pt. If my new memories are correct Monire only came to me wheher boys shunned him. Then he es to me with his tail between his legs. He was a leech. Useless, but maybe useful in time.Yes I find us for him ter, as I waved at him, he smiled a on walking, the shithead only talks to me when he needs something.

  I returo my routine, sharpening a flint knife, lost in thought. shifting my mind towards my situation, This body is strohan 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 teiques 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 uhe other kids I had no father to show me how to hunt, find food, avoid being 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 et stronger and go out there and teach my self to hunt.

  In this life I was destio doom or slow difficult life. That was until I remember who am I and what I 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 funal 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 huimes better thahetie I’d had as a prinbsp;

  I have potential, hope.

  A vulsive 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 op, I wouldn’t cry, I am a man, I couldn’t, men don't cry, ’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.