Reincarnated

Chapter One: Dreaming

*Past: May 3rd, 1760*

I uselessly wiped more tears with my already soaked handkerchief as I walked down the stone streets of the town that had been my home for the last seventeen years. I'd lived in Adara for so long, but now, its familiar streets felt alien. Papa was gone, and I didn't know what to do. It wasn’t even a normal death; my father just had to be murdered. I didn't know what any of us were to do. Mama didn't work. Kathleen was only twelve. Luckily, we were on the richer side of the village. We had a manor and enough money to live comfortably for several years. Mama had inherited all of it when her parents died. Kathleen had many dresses and pretty things, but I didn’t care much for material things, unless they were books.

The only thing was that I might have to get married. Mama and Papa had discussed it and out ruled it, but it was all different now. Life was good, we were happy, and I was a hopeless romantic. I believed in love at first sight and all of those foolish things. When it came to love, I was a fool. I wanted to marry for love, not money. I didn't want to have to force myself to share a marriage bed with someone I didn't love. Suitors would be lining up now that Papa was gone. Fortunately, Mama would never agree without my consent.

My thoughts were interrupted as I ran into someone, a certain curly-haired ginger that I loved like a sister.

"Oh, sorry."

"Its fine, Cassidy. There is no reason to apologize to me." I said solemnly, without the usual grin that her presence provoked. She pulled me into her arms and stroked my long auburn hair. I pulled out of her embrace and walked away, a bit too fast to be proper.

“Where are you going in such a rush?”

“To say goodbye!”

*Present: September 5, 2010*

I got out of bed with a sigh. Another dream. I’ve always had these dreams, as long as I can remember. I know some things about the dreams, but not very much. They all take place in the seventeen sixties. I always see from the point-of-view of a girl, but I never can remember her name. The people around her seem familiar, but I can never place them. I can never remember the details of their faces. I know that Cassidy had short, curly, red hair. The only face I could remember was his. Eamon’s. Eamon was an attractive guy who was a prominent figure in my young heroine’s life.

I don’t know who he is, or where he came from, but he’s almost always there. I know his name, Eamon White. I know that he’s Irish, they all are. I know he has a sister, named Kenna, and a brother, Evander. I know that his dark hair was long. I know that his eyes are the most emerald I’ve ever seen. And I know that he loves her, the girl I can never remember.

She loves him too, although it’s hard to get her to admit it. The girl is stubborn, very stubborn. She detests being wrong and will try her hardest to convince you she’s right, even if she knows she is not. I know that she struggles with propriety and all that stuff, who wouldn’t? How would you feel if someone told you that you were walking faster than socially acceptable?

My thoughts continued as I took a quick shower and straightened my auburn hair. You know, oddly enough, my first name, Aislynn, means dream. Not only do I have a strange name, my mother decided to pronounce it the traditional Irish way, Ashlynn. Why she couldn’t just name me that, I don’t even know. And Brennan, my just-as-Irish last name, means sorrow. So I guess my depressing dreams make sense, in some twisted way.

Light makeup was applied onto my pale face, and I pulled on skinny jeans, blue Converse, and an equally blue shirt. I sighed as I glanced into the mirror, assessing my appearance. I was pretty, sure, but I don’t consider myself to be as beautiful for a model, that’s for certain. My grey eyes contrast beautifully with my blue-streaked auburn hair. I dyed it a week ago, before school started. Mom hates it, but I don’t care.