Reborn as a Snake! (1.) [REWRITE IN PROGRESS]

4. - A Promise to the Abyss. [REWRITTEN]

           When the Dragon introduced itself, I couldn't help but notice it call itself 'Arabor THE Abyss' which made me wonder on what the second part its name could mean. It did mention some kind of 'connection' to some abyss earlier, so perhaps this name or title I suppose was a reflection of that connection?

Honestly, who can say. After the dragon and I had introduced ourselves to one another, silence took place again — stretching on as neither of us said anything or really moved, with only really the dragon breaking the dead silence with occasional coughs and groans.

Eventually, Arabor exhaled before looking down at me with a curious gaze, crossing his arms.

"I'm curious about your story Riyo. Could you perhaps tell me how you ended up in this world and more importantly, how you ended up in the body of a snake?"

Arabor asked, tilting his head to the side, before groaning loudly again — shaking the whole cave again. I shed a light sweat again, before thinking over his request. Should I tell him my life story or should I keep quiet? Should I tell him how I died or should I keep quiet? It was a rather tough decision.

However, it felt like an overwhelming weight was being put on top of me as I considered the idea of remaining silent and not telling the dragon about myself, so on the end I exhaled before looking down, with a slightly mixed expression.

"I suppose we can begin with the day I died..."

I stated, before exhaling again and sinking slightly into my body. Arabor leaned forward a bit, showing actual interest and curiosity in what I was about to tell him.

       The day started off like any other. I woke up early in the morning and immediately got to doing chores around my apartment. I cleaned it up, washed the unwashed dishes, as well as took out any trash that had been left over from the weekend.

Once it all was done, I had a single mug of morning coffee, before getting dressed and immediately heading off to work.

At work, I did the usual things I needed to do, mainly, the tasks and work that my boss had given me. I was always happy to do anything he asked me to as well as always took on what everyone else considered to be too much for one person.

However, despite everyones concerns, I insisted that I would be fine and get everything done in the day. This kind of mentality had driven me down mentally, making me overthink my decisions, but never express them to anyone.

They were my choices that I made, to do all that stuff, even when I knew that I wouldn't be able to handle it all easily. I decided to still take them on.

While working, my mood fell down and I became a bit rude to others. However, no one seemed to mind and instead expressed concern for my health, saying that I should head home and rest or look after myself more and take some days off.

However, I just shot them all down, not open to the idea of doing nothing the whole day. Eventually, my boss came to speak to me — or well, more try to convince me to take a few days off and rest. However, I was being stubborn and frankly speaking, even stupid — telling my boss that I didn't need to rest and that I would handle everything as promised.

This led to a small argument, as my boss tried to talk me into going home and taking a few days off to rest and just tune out work.

But I didn't listen and told him to leave me alone, which he did after a heavy exhale.

For the rest of the day, my mood was bad and I was clearly tired the whole day, moving slowly and sluggishly — my co-workers just throwing converters stares at me. Eventually, evening came by and everyone began to leave, but I was still doing the last remaining things I said I would do.