Freedom Jumper-Chapter 1: The Feeling of Freedom

Meandering through the currents of life while being 'unaware' was one hell of a feeling...

A perspective that would reveal a proud yet sorrowful woman boiling herbs inside a metal pot, to instantly shift to a brown and aged parchment paper full of labels related to planning out a crop-field.

Repeatedly, life was shown from the eyes of a spectator – viewing the normalcy that occurred within a family desperately trying to save their newly born child.

While this baby's sickness was not physically visible, it was showcased through the absence of crying and talking. Especially the lack of life that would usually be shown through eye contact.

The entire world began to revolve around this sick boy — who unfortunately had the blackest eyes known to man. Even the memories of a magnificent and grand storm that heralded the arrival of said child indicated someone to be wary of, or perhaps the complete opposite...

Two years of this boy's life passed by unknowingly to him. During this time, dozens of doctors and really anyone who thought they could help passed into his humble home. Even the neighbors who spent all their time managing the fields had come for a visit offering glass vials of colorful liquids.

Bam!

Terror struck the face of a caring mother who had witnessed her soaked husband barge through the wooden door.

In his arms was their oldest son of four years – dripping with blood and water. "Phloria! I need you to heal Julian's back! He fell in the river!"

Phloria swiped the oranges that sat comfortably on the wooden kitchen table to the floor, then took a glance at her lifeless son staring with empty eyes in the corner of the house. "Don! Kitchen table!"

Only when said child saw something he never thought was possible — in the deepest parts of his soul — did everything he once knew and had witnessed up until this point, 'click'.

Gears that had finally interwoven themselves properly.

Ravines of missing pieces glued themselves together, rain clouds of doubt fizzled into disappearing puddles, and the eyes of a boy had finally seen enough to understand a modicum of what lay in front of him...

Teetering over the edge of a crafted chair, he fell over from the sight of water materializing around his mother's hand.

Thud!

What followed was a chain of seizures, interlocking his arms and legs while rolling across the hardwood floor.

The impact of the fall was not the catalyst, but the waves of realization and information continuously passing through his infantile mind.

"NOO! My sweet Elijah! Why must you be a problem child?!!" While the words of a caring woman were not at all heard by the boy, the vibrations of her voice allowed a sense of life to enter into Elijah's eyes.

Candles and torches lit up the humble home covered in wood and stone. Attached to the ceiling were wooden support beams that seemed to be welded into the roof if that was even possible. Wooden tables, stone countertops, and leather couches sat near Eliah. Small palm-sized oranges were rolling across the ground, mixing with the small droplets of blood and water that were slowly absorbing into the porous and smooth stone floors.

Now, in front of his eyes were the tan arms of Phloria and Don – tears of regret streaming down their cheeks.

Finally, peace had arrived...

The seizure had halted while the first words of the sick child had finally been spoken. Albeit after two grueling long years of doctors flooding into their home every single week.

"H-hafe I... bin, remorn?" Elijah's words were nothing short of confusing and practically inaudible. But... There was a sound other than the unstoppable and stubborn cry that had usually laid waste to the hope and emotions of everyone who bore witness to this child.

And finally – after what Elijah's mother, father, and older brother thought was the resolution of this groundbreaking scene, was ended with the poor child losing consciousness.

The word, 'Why...', was the only word he could grasp before everything was filled with the stale color of nothing...

Inside the mind of Elijah was an overflowing lake of water as he watched his past life go by like a movie. The moments before his death, and the first few seconds of his new life.

'I was expecting death... but was shoved into a new life? What I saw... couldn't have been real right?'

Lukas, who had left the world without many regrets as a leading figure in solving the worldwide health epidemic, had now become someone new by the name of Elijah. His memories of going with the motions was able to aid him in understanding his surroundings, but the mysterious look of water appearing within thin air was a question that had to be answered.

Of course, this was alongside the simple word, "why", when it came to everything related to his reincarnation. A large part of him wanted to finally achieve an eternal sleep filled with dreams unfathomable to man. Although, maybe this in itself was a dream, and it just had to be lived...

...

"Hey! I think he is awake!" Julian, Elijah's older brother of two years exclaimed.

Elijah's small black eyes opened up as the vibrant colors of brown and bright orange lights gave him a sense of life. The words coming from his family and a gray-haired doctor was nothing short of indescribable.

Obviously, the language was different from anything he had become fluent in before which made this so-called dream feel like it was maybe more than a dream.

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Quickly, Elijah's act and behavior took a spin into an amazing direction. Faking it till you make it was never an idea Elijah had adopted to the point he was now.

Over the course of six short months, the basics of "Kotun" had been learned and the world he inhabited had become slightly familiar.

Phloria is a garden specialist, and the supplier of Don's extracurricular activities and income. While her expertise is needed inside the humble stone and wood home, she goes to great lengths to provide the kingdom and family with delicious herbs and vegetables to be eaten.

Don is known as a farmer, and a rather special one at that. The amount of fields Don is rumored to tend to is always creating a conversation at the agriculture guild building. Although, with the talents that Don possesses, it is not abnormal.

With every step Elijah took outside a tall wooden door at the age of two and a half years, his mother took a long glance to try and understand the change while receiving a wide and adventurous smile.

'I've thought about the possi... damn, my head... possibility before, but to think something like this is truly possible. Was my old body nothing more than a vessel?' Elijah laid his gaze onto the lengthy grass that blew with the morning wind — clutching his head with a small and weak hand.

This new world was eerily similar in the fundamentals. Pastures of cows, sheep, horses, and goats grazed the lush grasslands while intently designed crop fields were littered across the scape.

Modest homes made from smooth stone and wood were littered uniformly for space maximization while layered houses that sat on top of each other stretched across the tall mountain range half a mile behind Elijah's home.

The major difference being the lack of technology, and the usage of simple yet effective magical methods.

What is known as "magitech", is the creation of runic symbols that enact a specific effect. Knowing these symbols had to come from somewhere, Elijah was struck with curiosity — diving into every book in the large wooden chest kept in front of his parents bed.

Also found in his parents chest full of thick parchment books, were descriptions of different potions and their effects! Most of which were different healing potions with an "added effect".

Energy-healing: Ginger, aloe vera, basil, water-mana.

Descriptions of ovens, freezers, fridges, water spouts, continuous motions runes, weight reduction runes, wind fans, and fire starters.

Many times over had Elijah seen the wild display of what people here call "magic". The manipulation and creation of elements.

Unfortunately for Elijah, his vocabulary is not yet broad enough to finally ask the daunting question of the specifics about magic. Instead, he resorted to focusing on his environment. The forest behind Elijah's humble home has a lonely and mossy rock that allows his feet to perfectly lay at a ninety degree angle.

Over the course of the past six months. Elijah has been venturing to that very spot day after day as he attempts to teach himself about the potential wonders of this world.

Magic.

To fully realize and theorize what he was living in despite not making even an ounce of progress, hurt deeply. Everything around him felt foreign. Even the body he inhabited.

One thing was for certain, the environment around him felt very real, as if it was the only thing that was stopping him from returning to what he assumed was, "meandering the currents of life".

The idea of dissociation whilst moving with the natural flow of the events around him...

A meditation strategy that pulls Elijah's focus into a specific part of his body was his every day routine while sitting atop this lonely rock. Over a long period of time, Elijah was able to grasp a lingering and familiar energy that was not physically there, but only spiritually.

His very own soul.

The lifeforce of what some people would call freewill, and what passes to heaven or hell after death.

Suddenly, an event that had never happened before while focusing on his soul caused his body to begin tingling before shifting to violent vibrations.

POP!

Elijah's limbs went flailing in a sporadic yet split-second seizure that sent a chill up his spine.

The next thing he noticed was a new sensation inside his soul, or rather surrounding his soul. By slowly feeling around his chest cavity, a black and slightly translucent energy was felt acting as a soul shield or core that protected his soul.

"Did I... Did I just unlock magic?!"

Considering Elijah's bank of knowledge that was also filled with blockages – hand motions that would theoretically shoot out a ball of fire or water were blatantly being thrown left and right.

Finally, after taking some time for a deep breath and returning to his meditation – Elijah lost the feeling of the mossy rock chilling his bum as a rainstorm had recently passed.

Instead – when opening his eyes – Elijah saw the world slowly tilt upside down. The sparse amounts of brown and green leaves that lay comfortably on a brown branch began to be picked up by abnormal currents of wind that did not belong.

Later, the feeling of weightlessness and blood rushing to his infantile head created a sensation akin to...

What was that word again?

Freedom.

The feeling of being bound to absolutely nothing!

At this point, including the natural laws of this world.

When all was finished and Elijah had completed a full rotation in mid-air, he passed out from not just exhaustion, but the excruciating headache filled with an indescribable voice in his familiar English language.

"Save me! You must save me!"

Thump!