As you stood in the battlefield, your deathbed. The arm of a god in your hand that you unwillingly, to them amputated. you and your allies fought against them, the gods, stopping them from invading your land and killing your people, but at the end, it stood at a large cost with one of those caused being your life and the lives of many others.

As your vision blurred, and the dead bodies of the gods becoming but a blur of colors, you fell to the ground, deceased.

Though, when you felt your body slam into the ground. The pressure was quickly relieved. with a feeling of weightlessness.

With your eyes immediately flying open, cool wind blowing in your eyes. Your hands unable to be brought up to redirect the winds. You feel underneath your weightless body, water, and the sounds of chirping close by.

As you look down, you see a ball shaped, white orb, being your body. and small wings off to the sides of your bulbous body. With if this wasn't the oddest thing that's happened so far, your body is almost the size of a small tree in height.

But what you are isn't unknown, as you know you're a great sized baby duck, a legendary species perhaps, one that people worshipped in some fashion;the way large animals are typically.

Though as you simply float around idly. Feeling the fish swimming by your feet, the sun shine coming down onto your feathery body and the quiet sounds of nature.