Ever since she was a small girl, she had heard stories of reincarnation. Dead in another world and reborn into this one. Countless tales of great heroes or horrific villains that gained great power through their rebirth and the strange worlds that they originated from. The question is, why was this coming to her mind now?

  Well, when one’s lying in a pool of their own blood, one starts to think about what comes after. Or even what came before. Will she be reborn? Will she even remember? The young woman knew that others came to this world for their second life, but would she go to another for hers?

  Her vision blurred as she turned her head towards her village. It felt like another person lay on top of her, fighting every one of her movements. Perhaps pitting yourself against twenty-odd bandits when you’re nothing but a farmer girl was a poor choice, but she had to hold them back from her friends, her people. There could only be prayers that it was enough.

  The last thing she saw before her vision disappeared for good, was a single small body walking towards her, then, nothing, darkness…

  Hmm… This is more dull than I expected. She thought to herself, still conscious in the deafening dark. She really wanted to tap her thighs or something. Time was passing, but it was all very slow. So is this really it? This is death? It’s terribly boring. No wonder no one wants to die, it’s awful. Her thoughts wandered.

  For a while she just drifted. If she could at least sleep then some of the time would fly by, but she couldn’t even do that. It was maddening. There was of course, still some hope that the fact that she was still aware meant that reincarnation may be on the plate. Life wasn’t perfect, but she missed having a body terribly.

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  Then, another thought occurred to the girl who only had her mind left to her. Hold on. If reincarnated folks keep their memories from their previous life, doesn’t that mean they’re conscious during birth. I bet that’s traumatic.

  “Oh by anything holy,” a disgusted voice sighed out of the ether. The girl might not have been able to feel anything physical, but she could feel anger. “I forgot how much her mind wanders…” The same voice complained.

  She didn’t know how to respond to that. What else was there to do in death if all you have is your thoughts. Surely your mind must have to wander as your home is so frightfully dull.

  “Just send her off already, she’s bad enough from a distance.” He appeared to be speaking to someone else this time.

  Then, without warning the farmer girl could feel herself falling. Still nothing to see, still nothing to hear, but she could feel again and it felt like wind rushing past her. Wh? What now?!

  “I’m sorry my dear. I’m sure you have many questions, but you don’t have time. We don’t have time. And I’m sorry to put so much on your shoulders again,” a second voice bloomed from her mind like it lived there. A kindly woman's voice this time.

  She wanted to ask who the two of them were, but her voice wouldn’t escape her. Not that she had any voice currently, being dead and all. Still, she had so many questions left that wouldn’t be answered. Was there something beyond death? Or was she actually being brought back. As her mind once again fell blank, one final message burst into mind.

  “Good luck, my child,” the kindly woman whispered.