Have you ever thought about what it would be like if a caveman from the Stone Age got transmigrated here in the modern world?
This is the interesting story idea I had for my first novel as an amateur writer. Though it's not a fantasy of mine, but rather it's my reality.
It's been a year since I got transmigrated, and due to certain circumstances, here I am now writing a novel for a living.
You might wonder what led me to writing novels or the circumstances that I had gone through, but fear not; I am about to tell you now.
But I have to give you a heads up first as a caveman who had just got here a while ago. I am still new to many things, and language is one of them. So I might not be able to tell my story as eloquently, so please bear with me.
Now without further ado this my story of how a caveman(me) got reincarnated and adapted in the modern world.
It was a hot and humid afternoon, the scorching heat of the sun pierced through our skin as we were out hunting for food. I was accompanied by my father and two of my older brothers at the time.
If I remember correctly I was dragged out unwillingly to follow them in the hunt. Since I didn't really like hunting and more so I was scared to hunt, I would only accompany them if I was dragged out.
Most of the time I stay in our cave writing characters into the stone to pass my free time.
Having lived carefreely, they used to lecture me about how survival is not guaranteed. That's what my father and my brothers used to tell me all the time.
But my father is quite an extraordinary hunter, and our shelter is in a cave so hidden that it's harder for the other beasts to spot. Therefore our rate of survival is higher than others, other than the time when we went out to hunt. Our life was rather peaceful.
But little did I know that after this hunt my life would turn upside down.
Equipped with spears with the heads reinforced with carved stones, heavy wooden sticks, and knives carved in obsidian stones. Together we set out in a big open field in search of a beast we could use for food.
Normally we would locate a herd of big and tall four-legged beasts with a long nose and tusks taller than a human.
It would later be called a wooly mammoth but we used to call it "bibest" which translates to big beast.
We camp near a water source and then hide in a large boulder beside it, awaiting prey.
After long hours of waiting, we spotted one.
It stands 3.4 meters tall with a lot of visible scars on its body.
It's obvious that this bibest has withstood many battles. Still, I was with my father, who was the most skilled hunter in this part of the region, so I was not worried, or so I would say.
But deep down I feel like pissing myself. This bibest is the largest one I've seen yet. Hunting this would be so dangerous.
I'd rather stay in the comfort of the cave than risk my life to hunt this bibest. I want to go home…. But no matter how much I whine, there is no going back anymore.
Since earlier, after spotting this bibest, father looks like he has been possessed by some kind of competitive spirit.
His eyes lit up in excitement as if he found the missing shiny rocks he stashed away.
I later found out that the reason for his excitement was that this beast was the one he failed to kill and got away. He had been searching for it ever since.
I guess his pride as the greatest hunter would not allow a few slip-ups.
Waiting for the right opportunity, we remain hidden and prepare our spears, ready to strike.
Right when it's about to drink its water, we all throw our spears simultaneously.
Father threw the farthest, hitting the bibest's back. Followed by my older brothers, they both hit near its foot.
While mine… it barely left my side.
Embarrassed, I picked up the spear and tried to throw it again, but it had already run away. Father signals us to go after it.
This is the most exhausting part and the one I hate the most, a test of endurance.
We then begin the long and exhausting chase. Not resting for even a second.
After hours, my father and brothers show no slightest signs of fatigue.
Meanwhile here I am gasping for air and about to faint at any moment.
Then finally the bibest has exhausted its stamina, only after almost a full afternoon of chasing though.
We started the chase around high noon; now it's almost nighttime.
The beast lay near a cliff, exhausted and nowhere to go.
We then surrounded him, approaching carefully as we got closer.
But my patience has long since gone after those exhausting hours of running. I grabbed my spear and rushed toward the exhausted beast in an attempt to finish it off.
My brothers yelled at me with worry, and Father ran after as he tried to grab me.
But I was already far from them. I rushed forward without a care. The only thing in my mind was that if I just kill this bibest, I can now go back to the comfort of the cave and rest.
You can call me stupid because I know that this is the stupidest thing that I have done. But in my mind then, the bibest has already exhausted its energy and is bleeding so there is no way it can fight back anymore.
Well, surprise, surprise, the beast still has the energy to fight back.
As I was delivering the final blow, the bibest suddenly got up on its feet and pushed me off the cliff with its trunk.
And that's when my life came to an end.