Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

This is not the old Europe or anything like that. There is no Christianity in this land. I wouldn't even be a Muslim. I have never seen my parents or villagers lay on the ground in certain directions and worship. I'm not sure yet because I've never been first from what I think is the Lords' Hall, but I don't see any church or mosque-like buildings in sight either. Isn't this the planet of the past? So is it a far future in which civilization in its lifetime has perished?

But I can't even feel in the house, in the buildings and scenery around me, like a faint leftover incense of the existence of civilization from modern times on. Can I still have something like a relic? You think there are still jewellery left without advanced technology, using hard-to-degrade metals such as gold and platinum, such as the faint appearance of the remains of a futuristic giant building on the horizon or the fact that some of the old buildings are also used in today's buildings?

Are you just unable to find me because I'm just a little kid?

Events such that this question, which could not be ascertained in the body of a toddler, could be resolved in an instant, came suddenly to the end of the wheat harvest in an obvious way and on the day when a small festival was held in the village.

On the morning of the village festival, many women of the village gathered in the same small lord's hall as the other day to begin preparations for the festival. I can also see the men, but Else hasn't left the day before to carry the wheat he delivers to the lord to the next village. Else wore leather armor and left with a slightly smaller one-handed sword. Rarely, there are bandits trying to seize wheat on the road this time of year, he said. The young people in the village where they started are supposed to escort nearly ten luggage cars towed by horses and robas to the neighbouring village each year.

Wooden tables and chairs are arranged in the square in front of the motherhouse, where the women wipe around with cloth and arrange dishes. From where are dishes served in baskets and large plates filled with fruit carried. In the back there seems to be a demolition of the crushed cow, with the well-powered voice of some men echoing.

Same face as Ishur and before this, Melillah and Isaac were given a grassy, bushy painting on the edge of the square, this again equally laying the Goza with a toy of the end of the ancestry, playing with it every time they liked.

Even though Ishur messes with the toys on hand, he still looks at the adults' working squares. Where am I when I look at dishes, dishes, fruits, etc. that are placed on the table, and what kind of world I was born into?

There is nothing specific about the shape of the dish, the shape of the chair, the shape of the basket, or the fruit on that basket either. This is what it would have been like in old Europe, it just seems. I went out yesterday, and it only seems that this is what old Europe would have looked like, because I am not familiar with the Else protective equipment and swords I first saw, their patterns, patterned heads, sheaths, etc., or, for once, with history, folklore, swords, etc.

Can't you do anything until you're a little bigger yourself? I'm not even two years old yet. There are still very few things I can see. Sooner or later they might notice something stunning.

When I felt the signs and put my gaze back to the front, there was a circle of rustic flowers in front of me that made Margaret smaller.

"Hana, flowers"

Melilla pulled me through and brought me a circle of flowers that were blooming beside Goza. I smile and find them with big blue eyes. I'll give you flowers, I guess you want to. I still can't speak well.

"Thanks"

Smile back and receive.

Melilla's smile grew louder.

Kids at this time of year may be unusually interested in the other person at the first face-to-face meeting, but basically there is still a lot of playing alone. Kids, it won't be until you can speak the language that you'll be able to play to the scabbard.

I guess we'll be playing a lot with both of these in a little while.

That is both smiling and exciting, but honestly, when combined with living minutes in previous lives, it is also a rush to myself, an old man who is about to pass forty.

As he stared at Melilla, he saw Isaac rise at the edge of his sight.

Momentum came this way and he reached out to try to get himself out to take the flowers he had received from Melilla. Unexpectedly do the right hand with the flower behind your body and let yourself pass it too.

Isaac fell down so that he could come this way.

Melilla cries out beside her.

Even if they knock you down, move your right hand slightly and don't give them flowers.

Isaac presses this right arm with his left hand when he "uh-huh" and tries to take the flower with his remaining right hand. So this one holds a flower in his left hand.

Isaac couldn't stop crying either.

Isaac is over two years old already. The body is huge around. It's still a little depressing as for this one with the little body when she rides in from above and cries in front of me.

Now I wondered what was the matter, and my dizzy mother came this way. The two children can be hugged by each other.

Isaac and Melilla keep crying as they sweeten their mothers. I'm not crying, but my mother Lucy held me tight.

Even a good adult in his heart is a small child from. There's something deeply painful about this one, too. I'm starting to want to cry myself a little bit.

When I turned my empty right hand around my mother's arms, put my chin on my mother's shoulder, and looked forward as my eyes moistened, I saw a blue, big moon from the gap between the trees, the broken stone walls. It's daytime but I can see it well besides my thoughts. The appearance of some missing day moon was familiar in my previous life.

It should have been.

No, the pattern.

Are you sure it came with ravioli cake?

The pattern on the surface of the moon is completely different. The curve of the border between the dark part of the colour and the bright part on the left extending from the bottom right of the missing circle to the center looks like a beautiful side of a woman. Carefully, I can see hair and ear shapes flowing from areas like eyes and forehead.

That was nothing resembling the moon of previous life, no matter what you think.

I felt a strong anxiety about irrational discomfort.

The flowers fell.

Pointing to the moon with his left hand, which accidentally had flowers.

"The moon, with. Mother, I see the moon."

Mother, something was going on. Luci looked back.

"Oh, true. Beautiful."

Lucy pushed her cheeks against her own face.

"Moon, you look like a woman's face, don't you? That woman is the goddess of the moon. It's the god of the night. Do you understand?

I didn't even notice Isaac's mother picking up the flowers with care, wrapping them from side to side.

My mother's cheeks were limp and cold.

In the evening, the Els returned safely. The square was lined with desks and chairs, and large bonfires were placed in the four corners. About a hundred villagers come together, nature and feast begin.

On the walls of the mother house, a dark red fabric flag was raised with a rather brave crest embroidered in gold thread, with a sword protruding perpendicularly from the mouth of one of the double-headed snakes and the other snake clung to that sword. The lord of this yet decaying little castle may have once been quite a powerful lord.

No one is watching the flag or worshipping it. Hidden in the corner of the hustle and noise squares.

Ishur was held on the lap of a girl just about that age at a table where children were gathered up to about ten years of age on top and fed a lot more meaty soup than usual. Girls bake their care worthwhile on cute platters of Ishl.

The treat because of it, and the care for the girl, Ishl couldn't afford to care less.

The appearance of that moon made Ishl go at the same time with a strange sense of prescience and discomfort. Even though it's a natural everyday landscape that I've seen many times before and nothing changes, there was an obvious difference.

The pattern on the surface of that moon, the terrain on the moon-.

In addition to the absence of Christianity and other religions you know, in the presence of that month, you will almost certainly be certain that this is a world that no longer applies to the past world history of previous life at all. Probably not even in the future world. If the topography on the surface of the moon were to change so much, I could only think of a fairly large meteorite, no, an asteroid collision of objects. Because the crust of the moon is cold and nothing should happen that would change the topography of the surface dramatically.

Big celestial collisions that would completely change the terrain of the moon, how likely is that to happen? Millions of years, billions of years, whether or not there is, isn't it like that? After so much time, no one, no livestock, no plants, no big change in appearance. Is that possible?

Is it a different world, a world as it is called a parallel world -?

A myriad of worlds where things are slightly different from the original world, and eventually the difference is very different, or where things don't happen, and things don't happen, and possibilities are endless.

But the existence of such a world is not scientifically proven.

I have no detailed knowledge of astronomy or physics. So I can't give the scientifically correct answer to this question. I can't help thinking with my vague knowledge.

I can't explain how I was born in the first place with memories of my previous life -.

It's very uncertain, but I have a feeling.

I have such a feeling that knowing this world, no, trying to know, lets me know what my life means and grasp something about why I was born with a memory of a previous life.

And at that time, I am sure that we will be able to overcome this suffering, thinking of the wife left behind and the two children.

Maybe it's just a desire, but you have to think that way and live forward.

As the bonfire lit up, in the middle of the square, the village daughters took a callous step, twirling and dancing at times.

Rustic tones of strings similar to guitars and lutes play.

At the end of their dance, some of the women who were eating and drinking rose up and came to the table of the Ishurs. Take the children, lift them up and go home. Lucy also held Ishl up. The children's feast ends here.

During the day, the moon with its face on the horizon is now already around Jomtien. Illuminated by its moonlight, the Ishurs finish the harvest and follow the trail home between the exposed blacks of the soil and the sinking wheat fields, the same as one day. The side of the Moon Goddess throws a light as if it's giving the two of them some revelation.

Else stayed at the festival. The men will be drinking late at night. Sometimes I could hear the men's more boiling voices across the field, even after Ishur was on the bunk.