Trial or Torture part 2 (mind body dicconection?)

The feeling of being torn apart slowly and meticulously was excruciating. It felt like pins and needles but so severe and all over the place. But pain accompanied it like a faithful friend. I felt bone breaking pain all over my body that overlapped with the pain I felt before. You would think you would be numb to the pain after a while but, oh boy was I wrong. The magic circle made sure that keep me from going numb. There was no difference between this and torture. There simply wasn't. this pain continued for hours, I felt like giving up again and again. A small voice in my head kept telling me it was not worth going through all this. That I should give in and rest.

The number of times I had almost fallen for its seductive words alluded me as I had long lost count. The waves of pain would remind me of where I was and why I was doing this. It was almost like the pain was keeping me from giving up. It was a weird concept. It both made me want to give up but reminded me about why I was suffering.

During this process, I kept counting down from seven starting from one thousand in an attempt to keep myself from focusing too much on the pain. but my consciousness was sinking, and fast. I felt like my head was plunged into the water as I attempted to take a breath. With only half a breath of air in my lungs I soon struggled to even resist. Darkness was encroaching fast.

"TOM! You Idiot! Get up!" said a young male voice.

"Darling, get up," said an older female voice.

"Tom you rascal, up you get," said an aged male voice.

I knew who these voices belong too. How long had it been since I had heard them last? A decade? I searched through the darkness only to see no one, but their voices continued to echo through my head. I clawed my out of what seemed to be a pit of quicksand, and finally saw the light of the dimly lit stone hall. But I suddenly saw pitch black and a pain in my eyes burst forth.

my eyes lost their light due to what I assumed to be the deconstruction process of my body. But for some reason I was able to think even though by now, I no longer had a body. The pain had disappeared as well. It was natural, after all, there was no pain when there was no body to inflict it on.

But that's when I heard Drak's voice.

[The mind trial will commence.] I finally understood. It would have been too much too soon if I was thrust into both trials at the same time, so they waited until the first deconstruction to start. I assumed that the mind trial would go on until my body was remade before continuing the body trial. And when my body was once again deconstructed, I would go through the mind trial again but more severe.

That was where my thoughts stopped as memories of all the traumatic events in both of my lives began to spring up like old friends at a reunion party. The time I was bullied, beaten and abuse by the other orphaned kids, the many times I cried wishing my parents who ditched me would come back. And then, my death. But it only got worse, the memories of this life began to play, the times I saw my brother in pain and Nina and Theo's deaths began to loop.

And very soon, I lost all notion of time. The immersion was too real. I was LIVING in those memories. And just when I thought it couldn't get worse, memories of the Knights and their looks of disgust. Hermione's hatred towards me, Drak leaving. These weren't my memories, so why were they appearing? Over and over, their faces contorted with disgust, distrust and hatred as they filled my vision. Immense sadness, hate and despair plagued me as it intensified again and again.

'Make it stop! PLEASE! DON'T SHOW ME THIS!' I bellowed, only to get a demonic laugh in response.

There was nothing I could do, there was no stopping, I'm being forced to experience this again and again. I didn't know when, but through the infinite expanse of darkness, a light appeared. This light was so bright it monetarily blinded me. When I was finally able to see again, I saw the same stone hall. I realised I had made it through the first reconstruction. And at the same time, made it through the first mind trial.

As I looked down at my body, I was surprised, I had slightly grown again. Maybe a mere 3cm but for some reason, I could tell the difference immediately. But soon, strength began to coarse through my body, defending against the raging heat that was increasing again from zero. The second body trial was commencing. As the heat rose, I realised a major difference. What was previously my limit was now barely a breeze. It seemed that the first trial had the most noticeable boost. I also realised something, this was only the beginning, both trials would get worse and worse as the torture on the mind and body continued.

[congrats on getting through the first trial, it took you 1 day to get past the body trial and it took you 3 days to get past the mind trial. The next level is already in full swing, I wish you luck,] said Drak.

I understood. My body was that of a child, me being able to endure so much at this age was amazing, but it explained the short amount of time. The mind trial was different. I was mentally tougher, so it took much more time to reach the desired level for the trial to be completed. This meant my body and mind are not in sync. This explained the time difference. This was natural since I had the mind and soul of an adult by this point. The body was that of a child which didn't match so there was a sort of disconnection between the two. The trial I'm guess would fix this. But how?