Your soul had settled and at first you weren't sure what you were becoming. You just knew it was dark and kind of cold where you were, but you felt like you would live and that the area around you was getting wet. Little had you known as your memories were fading that your soul had found it's way into a seed of a race that most people had thought went extinct when god vanished. Unfortunate for you your seed had been hidden underneath a concrete sidewalk. Somewhat more fortunate for you though the concrete hadn't been worked on for years and had enough cracks for water to get through to you and for you to get through the concrete. After what felt like ages your tiny sprout of a form had breached the concrete and you took a bit of a breath of the carbon dioxide in the air. Looking up with you underdeveloped "eyes" you saw a foot of someone come down on you and crush you. Again luckily for you you had no bones and was able to survive the crushing foot although you were hurt.
wounded you let out a small cry. Whatever stepped on you looked at you and then ran off somewhere. After a long time with no one coming around you heard someone running and then something big was dropped in front of you. The person who had stepped on you had brought a clay pot filled with wet top soil and came back for you. You were kind of ripped from your resting spot and then your lower half was buried in the soil. Tired from the small ordeal you passed out for a bit, and when you woke you found that...