//Prolouge\\
"Happy 16th Birthday dear Auriella!" sings the crowd behind me off key. "Happy Birthday to you!" the sing as I laugh. I pull back my long brown curls to blow out the candles wondering how I'll die this time. Just one more minute left. I laugh as the last candle sputters out.
"Would you do the honors?" mom asks holding up a long sharp knife. It suddenly clicks and I grab onto the knife softly. I hold it out in front of me making it reflect the red paper lanterns hanging above my head. The wickedly sharp point gleams menacingly. I let my index finger caress the cold hard metal before chuckling a little.
"Of course," I say but it's already too late. My brother, Michael, falls making me land on that gleaming knife. I gasp as the knife protrudes my corset and into my lungs. Screams of horror racks through the crowd as I fall backwards into the warm arms of my fiancé, Luther. I smile a little as I reach up a pale hand to caress his face leaving a red streak on his chin. I catch a tear on his face and look at it as I begin to get tunnel vision. I look around one last time at the horrified Victorians. I close my eyes with a smile on my face. This was a nice life.
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Blackness surrounds me as I replay my past lives. I've been around since the beginning of time. I have no clue why, I just have been. I've been a cave dweller, a Victorian, even an Egyptian princess. I've seen everything there is to be seen. I sigh as bright hues of blue and purple dot the blackness.
"One more push," a man says roughly, as I hear a scream in protest before light comes shining in my eyes. I let out a small cry as the light blinds me but stay mostly quiet. I blink at the doctor as he smiles picking me up. "Congratulations, it's a girl," he says handing me to her. "A perfect baby girl," he says smiling. I look up at my new mother. The funny thing is, is that I've been reborn into the same family, so technically, this would be my very great niece. The woman smiles as she bounces me softly while her tired blue eyes shine with pride.
"What should we call her?" asks a men coming up to her side. He rubs a finger over my red stained skin. I look up at his grey eyes. The woman chuckles and shrugs.
"How about Auriella, I believe that's a family name," she says as the man nods.
"Auriella it is."
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Reborn
FantasyWhat if you died on the same day, some hour, same minute, same second? What if you could pick who and what you'll look like when you are born? What if you can remember all your previous lives? How would you spend your life? My name is Auriella a...
