As the weightless feeling pulled me along purgatory , I began recalling old memories of my life That I once lived resurfaced in my mind I saw memories of my first life, well only the end of my first life.

I remember vaguely that I was in an airport when a massive bombing hit the building. I remembered throwing myself over the closest person to me unconsciously when the first initial explosion went off. When all the explosions went off I could hardly see because most of the bombs compromised the building causing some places to collapse and large dust and smokes clouds to rise obscuring my vision. Possibly by luck, a nearby phone was nearby giving off enough light and allowing me to vaguely see my surroundings, so when I looked down to see the person I covered, I found two young girls below me. Both were possibly around the age of eight or nine and aside from some cuts and bruises, both seemed okay, except for one was unconscious.

Quickly looking up at my surroundings, what I saw forced to look away again, what I saw were the bodies of dozens of people, some bleeding badly and injured, others dead, but some bodies weren’t even in one piece with limbs missing. The little girl that was still conscious, began crying and then tried to turn her head to look around while in a daze, but I stopped her.

I kept telling her comforting words and trying to prevent her from being traumatized by what was around her. Even though I strangely felt my life sipping away as I found it difficult to stay awake and felt my body gradually getting cold and weaker, but I continued trying to calm the girl. I can’t remember what she said or what I said but moments drew longer as it felt like time slowed until my eyes finally lost the fight as darkness finally pulled me and my life was extinguished.

Who knows how long until I felt my thoughts return and I found myself in a purgatory; how’d I know to call it at purgatory, well, when you look around and all you see is black and white everywhere that defied reason as I could see both colors fill the strange void everywhere at the same time. Black where white was and white where black was, you just learn assume to call it purgatory.

It was hard to describe what I saw in detailed, but if I had to give an idea it was numerous beings that surrounded me, these beings seemed in to be irreconcilable and was similar to the void around me, they seemed to be everything and nothing, young and old, curious and indifferent. They seemed to embody every contradiction or paradox possible with no care to how vastly different the concepts were to each other. All I could call them were true gods, an entity that was so incomprehensible that I gave up trying to fully understand then.

These beings I called the gods began to speak to me, but being in front of them and trying to understand these beings caused me to zone out, but strangely everything they said still stuck in my mind.

From what I could understand was they spoke of me having a special soul that they explained in a way that was easy for me to understand. They said that I held the hero attribute that made my soul special even though I always felt normal when comparing myself to my friends and family around me and then gave me a choice.

I say it was a choice but that is not true, I was told that I could either become a hero that protects the balance of various worlds and after a set number of what they called tasks were completed, I would have one wish granted or choose the other option, which was that I would have my memories forcibly wiped and then sent through the reincarnation cycle.

Seeing which one was the best choice easily, I choose to become a hero that defends the balance. I always liked helping others throughout my life and becoming a hero seemed like a good way to help others in need so this seemed to be the best choice for me to choose.

Ironically, little did I know back then, that I would eventually regret not choosing the second choice, as I may have suffered a lot less than I have later down the line, but that is what the definition of regret means, to go back and wish to choose a different outcome in the linear path that’s called life.