It has been seven days and I had no idea how to proceed.
Until now, that is.
There came a window that asked me about my appearance. It would be how I will look in the future.
I had no idea how humans of the current age looked. I mean when I watched my life before my eyes, I saw burly men, while at the ticket counter, I met a young man, a foot shorter than my current height, with eyes like horizontal slits.
Now that I think of it, it does not matter how they perceive me.
I am unfamiliar if looks that would be important in the future, and this is very complex, to edit how my eyes and nose were positioned, so I just chose at random, keeping my height, which was 280 units or 1.93 meters as this translucent screen said.
I would reach my original height at the age of 17. While at it, I was also presented with my random appearance. It looked like Talos in his youth. I do not know if the people I meet will like it, but I adore the new flesh and skin I will be presented with.
{Pic here}
It took another seven days of falling when I saw the end of the fortnight of a journey. It was not bad, I mean when you sleep, roam, and kill for more than half a millennia, what is another month or half to you?
The bright light engulfed me and there I was, naked. It was not shameful as one may perceive, but the cold winds birthed pain in my newborn skin.
The pain was something I had long forgotten and the feeling of something humane made me cry, but it was happiness that I had been forgiven of the sins that led me to the path of the damned.
The feeling of being a mortal gave my puny existence a spark, which burnt as it signified something, and gave some meaning to my existence.
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/Outside Wool's orphanage/
A basket lay on the door to Wool's orphanage.
The basket was the bed to a young life. All it had was a white towel-wrapped boy, with a card attached.
Benedict D. Clotho (literally means Blessed by the Clotho(she who rotates the string of life))
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It has been a year since the matron here picked me up.
I was given the name which was presented by my parents, who left me here.
I do not blame them at all, since there could be any set of situations upon them. Though Benedict Draugr Clotho comes out as a cool name.
Blessed by the one who holds the string of life.
The irony.
I had no complications here as a baby. The matron is kind and carrying, I held the crib for my initial four months, after which I was able to jump out of it and walk. The nuns were astonished, to say at least.
After subsequent incidents of me running around, out of the crib, I was to sleep with one of the nuns and she held me dear with no room to escape.
I picked up their language pretty fast, as it was easy to speak when compared to the Dragon Thu'um my soul resonates to.
The matron calls me Ben, and I prefer that too instead of calling Benedict every time, five syllables.
After my first birth name year I was allowed to read basic books- they call it nursery-level knowledge. They thought no harm would be done as I had taken a liking to the pictures in the book.
It was basic Alphabets- which constitute the language English, and basic mathematics. Mathematics came to me as an old friend. I sensed familiarity with the subject and I held the number system and operations with great interest. It took me a whole two months to remember and write the alphabet, and numbers up to a hundred. After a hundred the number system was pretty much repetitive.
After showing that the task of retaining this knowledge was done, I requested to take part in kindergarten studies that the orphanage hosted and I was allowed to sit among peers physically older than me.
It came strange to all that a kid of one year could talk, walk and learn but it was shrugged off as wisdom due to parental inheritance. I kind of get what they meant, but the knowledge perplexed me.
By the time my fifth named day was celebrated, I was ahead of my peers.
For named days or birthday celebrations, a small feast was prepared. They gave us unique dishes each season and the taste each time baffled me.
My senses were deprived of me for a long time which makes me easy to please when it comes to anything I can sense.
I liked the food of any sort, Bitter, sweet, or sour.
The underground had deprived me of lights so even the sight of this new world was kind to me.
Pain, ticklish feelings off my skin, or Smell of most kinds, everything pleased me.
The knowledge here is mind-blowing. They had sent a man to the in space, are capable of flying in the air, their health care facilities are well developed and available for the common folk, and carriages without horses.
At the tender age of five, when my age group children enjoy their childhood in games and suck, I can not help but devour the knowledge presented to me via these books. They are the true treasure troves instead of those Gold and amethyst I helped in safeguarding.
Four more years went by as I matured in my nine-year body. I was of short stature with non-existent muscle mass, as I did not pay mind to those aspects of my body. On the other hand, I was often showered with praise due to my mind.
Books were not limited in my eyes by age, but here they graded knowledge that was supposed to be learned at a particular age, A norm I hardly paid any heed to.
I had long understood the 9th-grade sciences which defined the aspects of the universe and world, may they be living, imaginary or conceptual. Mathematics which complimented science was my strongest forte which I had driven to 10th grade and now Calculus was something I had to configure for me to further understand it. Social sciences were not found to be interesting, but I had basic knowledge and morals of this world understood in my mind. My language was also up to mark as they were needed for me to comprehend knowledge, so I had taken fancy to Latin as my second language. It is still not proficient to talk without stuttering in Latin, but it made some books readable in the original script rather than the translated one.
I had taken fancy of french and future projects may include learning to speak and read it.