What is the first thing he felt?

  Mud. That is the first thing he felt. Mud

  No…he thinks about it again and he change his mind. The first thing he felt and saw was a light. And then darkness.

  And then in a moment that felt like an eternity and at the same time, a second, he suddenly felt this

  Mud. Soil. The smell of shit….yes, shit. That earthy taste.

  And then, he felt blood.

  Cold, iron tasting.

  No, not cold. Hot.

  Felt like rust

  That is how he recognizes that it is blood.

  He instinctively knows it is blood. His cheek was pressed into the ground.

  That is where the mud comes from, he thought to himself. The thought just came to him. And then his cheek could feel the ground trembling. Like an earthquake.

  “ARGH!”

  He heard screaming.

  “It makes sense” the last thing Elias remembers was that he was sweeping the ground on the office of CERN.

  That job was a last-minute job. It was not even his shift. He was just substituting for someone.

  Something happened, though he did not quite remember what. He is now feeling groggy and his memories are all over the place

  And for some reason, he has some other memories, and his head is feeling sick because of this

  But right now, he wants to know why there is such a screaming. Did something happen?

  “You beast!” Elias heard someone shouting.

  Whatever that person wanted to say next, the sound was cut short

  A sound echoes in his ears.

  That sound cut the voice of that person

  The sound is the sound of a short-wet crunch, that is the best way he could describe it. Slowly, Elias opens his eyes and what he saw shocked him

  And all of a sudden, it was like all of his senses is being bombarded by the scenery that he is seeing right now

  “What the hell?”

  The first thing he saw is smoke. Thick dark smoke like it would engulf the white clouds in the sky

  It is so thick that Elias could not even see the white clouds in the sky

  All he sees are dark clouds. And then as he looks more around him, he could see fire all over.

  Some seems to rise to the sky, and some are closer. And he could feel the heat seemingly coming closer to him

  And then there is tens of thousands of people. At least that is what he believes. A sea of people all around him

  He could not really estimate the approximate how many people in this place. But there seems to be tens of thousands of people all around him

  An instinct telling him that this is ten thousand people. Like he already knew the answer to this.

  But there is something else he notices

  All of these people are wearing strange clothing.

  And for a second Elias gulped. The first thought he had after seeing this

  “It does not make sense. Am I dreaming?”

  It doesn’t make sense what he is seeing right now. He looks around and his eyes could not see far other than the smokes and the people around him

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  He saw people hacking each other, with hammer, swords, pitchfork and blood everywhere. Blood and flesh. Fire and blood. Yeah, blood

  Elias did not exactly live a life of timidity, but he surely did not live a life where he saw this kind of blood….fest?

  The last time he saw this kind of scene of blood was at the butchers.

  He hears the neighing of horse in the distance but even that noise was something that he probably mistaken.

  Because all he could hear now, is the screaming of people around him, yelling charge and attack and kill

  “What kind of language they are speaking?” Elias thought before he suddenly realized even though the language seems foreign to him, he could understand it.

  And he could not believe it

  This is wrong.

  This is very wrong.

  “I need to get up first” he pushed himself up and he could feel his feet feeling the wetness of the mud. He looks down and he sees blood among the dark mud

  And he looks at himself. His arms particularly. His arms are thin, unfamiliar, wrapped in a coarse lined, stained with mud and red.

  “This is not me”

  He would not say that he has the most perfect physique and he did not have six pack abs. But he was not overweight or skinny. He has at least some abs.

  And his arms are thicker than this. But now, looking at his arms, it is like comparing a log with a stick.

  But now is not the time to ponder this matter

  “No injuries” he quickly makes a mental note.

  No pain

  He nodded to himself. And then as he turns around, before he could even make sense of what is happening around him, he saw a person in armour rushing towards him

  “Die, rebels!”

  “Wait-”

  That is the last words he said as that person stabbed him with a sword. He looks at that person and he spurted out blood.

  He could feel pain. The hot blood gushing out. It is not a pleasant feeling at all. No, it is not.

  “Fuck” he cursed before slowly feeling his eyelids becoming heavy.

  Shritt!

  He could hear the sword being pulled out from his gut and his body falling back to the mud.

  And as he closes his eyes, he felt cold…filling his entire body

  And then he feels darkness closing on him.

  ..

  “Hah!” he opens his eyes again.

  The same scenery, the same events. He did not even have time to make sense of everything that is happening.

  But now, he did not dilly dally and he did not even try to make sense of everything. He looks around and saw a stick.

  A sharpened stick.

  It is better than nothing.

  Is there anything better?

  He did not know.

  This is a world he did not know and people he did not know and everything about this place is unknown to him

  And now, he is panicked.

  It is different from fighting scoundrel.

  These people are killing.

  And all around him is killing.

  He believes he had seen much news about killing and crime.

  But hearing about crime, listening to stories about crime is not the same as living through the crime

  And that is what he is in right now.

  Someone is about to do a crime.

  And presumably, this crime is lawful considering everyone around him is killing.

  And there is only one place where killing become good and lawful. In the battlefield. In a war.

  In a city of civilized people, killing one person and you would be branded a murderer. In a battlefield, if you kill a thousand you are a hero and if you kill a million you are a god.

  And like a desperate panicked man, the stick is like a lifesaving item

  “A stick!” he grabs it and just at that moment he sees a few feet away from him, that man. That same man who had killed him just a moment ago.

  “Bastard!” Elias doesn’t know what is happening to him right now. But he knows he needs to survive this.

  All of this felt surreal to him

  But…..That pain…. that pain was real.

  That person who had killed him is killing another person who wears the same kind of clothes like he is.

  Elias did not know that much about fighting but he does fight a few thugs in the past.

  He got beaten most of the time, but there are times when he won.

  This time he is ready. The advantage is his!

  “Hyargh!” Elias rushed toward that person with the stick. He had a good idea on how to use this stick. Maintain the distance and attack.

  Elias swings the stick and then using the momentum make an air attack. He jumps.

  “Take this!”

  That person simply waves his sword, the stick was cut into two and before Elias could make sense of this loss, that sword swipe through his neck and he bled out in the mud once again

  Then he heard what that person said

  “What an idiot!”

  And then that person continues fighting the people around him. Most are like him, wearing clothes like a peasant

  This time he dies even more terribly than before

  “Shit!” that is the last thought he had

  “Next time…if there is a next time, I would run!”

  ..

  It is now the nine time he had die.

  And he now knows something.

  After some trial and error, he knows that he could not run.

  He had tried it

  The first time he tries to run, he got shot by an arrow straight to his head.

  “That still hurts” he knows he no longer have an arrow stuck on his forehead, but that kind of death is not really something he wanted to relive

  The second time, he was trampled by a horse ridden by an armoured knight

  The third time, he was attacked by an unknown hit, and he fell down before his head got stomped by a stampeding retreating force.

  And out of those nine times that he had died and revive again, he still doesn’t really know where he is, who he is, and why he is here.

  What he does know is that these people are like medieval people.

  And he knows his name here is Henrik.

  It seems some of the people here knows him. There is an old man who had tried to protect him.

  That old man yells his name before he died. And that is when Elias knows the name of the body he now inhabits.

  Henrik. A western like names. The people that are fighting around here is also Caucasian-like.

  One of his thoughts was that he had travelled through time and arrive in the past. Though right now he does not know if his speculation is true. He need to at least survive a few days before he could even make sense

  However, from the beginning, he was thrust into a life and death struggle and he could not choose just to give up. If he died, he would still be revived in this same spot.

  But while there is still a lot he doesn’t now, he does know a few things after dying nine times.

  ..

  leave some comments. I based this story on the 1514 Hungarian Peasant Revolt. so, if you know some things about that you might guess some of the earlier plots