The night fades away slowly, his body shakes, the morning's cold and the caress of tide make him shake.
His eyes can't get open, he can't feel his body, he can only hear his heart beating.
A few birds are singing, welcoming the new day.
What is he doing here ?
The grass is soft, a far away memory comes back to him. One of an other world, an other time, too swift, he already forget. The noise of feathers over him, he seems to remember a world full of birds, ravens.
Already, his less hard muscles answer to his foggy brain.
He tries to get up, his arms are weak. The echos of a past life come back to him. He sees a man, a god, tall, dark, laid on a linen, darker than the night itself and the crowd that follows him. Then the other, the one who replaced him, his face and hair as white as snow.
The day comes and he tries again to get on his feet.
He doesn't understand what he's doing here, naked on the grass, the moment before, he was in a huge palace, with a family in front of a tomb mourning a beloved one. The light blinds him.
He moves forward hardly on his weak legs. As he goes, his memory comes back by fragments. He knows, he sees the room of the castle, in a mirror, a raven is watching him, it's him. He is the raven, and all his memories come back as a tsunami. He live his last moment again, he choose he had been offered.
Yes, he is human again, flesh and blood, he can breath, he is mortal again, a simple mortal. His name comes back too, he's Matthew. The world around him, he haven't seen it for so many times, maybe a hundred years, he doesn't really know. But today, he's back on Earth. He would like to scream his joy, but his vocal cords can't vibrate.
In this wild nature, thos high grass, those flowers, he finds back the souvenir of a woman and her friend, he would like to cry, but tears can't come either.
He have been given a new chance, he will have to find this girl again... or maybe she's dead ? This simple idea hurts his heart.
He watches the flowers, thinks of her and at the end moves forward in the field. He will eventually find his way in this new life.
Well, for the moment, he'll have to find clothes and shoes.
Péné