What is your perception of death? Some people view it as something that can give you peace or hope as they believe that they can be freed from the hardships of life or see a departed loved one in the afterlife. Other people however, may view death a...
Hello my dear readers, I'm sorry it took me this long to update. It's just that life has been hectic as of late and finding time to write this fanfic has become a challenge.
Anyway, I'm sure you've been waiting to read this chapter and not hear me whining.
So, hear you go!
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What lies after death? People always questioned it, some say you moved on to the afterlife or others say there was nothing beyond death. Whether it be common people or dedicated scientists, It has always has been a question that will never be answered as long as you live.
Though fortunately or unfortunately for me, I have the answer to that question many people would die for to hear.
I mean, how I can I not know? The fact that I am living my second life with vague memories of the past just proved that there is something beyond death.
My name now is Roselia Woods, daughter to Luke and Anna woods. We live in a two-storey house in Finchley, England. With my father creating weapons for the British army, and my mother a co-owner of a family restaurant along with her brother that they inherited from my grandparents.
It would be fine if it just that right? I mean who was I before should not affect my current life right? Even if the time period this time is backwards compared to my previous life.
But what if you were reborn in a world you thought was fiction in the past? I mean sure it brought me comfort through hard times in the past and imagine myself being a part of it. But now that I was reborn in this world, I have a hard accepting my reality before me. Just as I have a hard time accepting the 1-year old boy in front me as the would-be magnificent king.
We are currently at the Pevensie house, with my mother accompanying a heavily pregnant Mrs pevensie & me playing with Peter at their feet with building blocks on the mat that they had set up for us.
Apparently Mr pevensie was uncomfortable in leaving his pregnant wife and 1-year old son alone in the house, which is why my mother saw fit to accompany her and their son. As both the mother's noticed that Peter is calm when I'm present, & with Mrs pevensie plea, my mother frequently brought me to their house this past year to keep him company, thus lightening the burden on Mrs pevensie part.
Which leaves me with my current predicament in thinking of ways to entertain the Little king in front of me, though I quickly learn that as long as my attention is on him and not anywhere else, I can avoid hearing him screaming & possibly damaging my eardrums in the process.
I don't understand why he's so Fixated with me, it's not as if I'm a toy alright? I thought in exasperation
But other than his weird fixation on me, Peter usually behaves well.
"Helen you're due any day now, have you thought of a name for the child yet?" my mother asked
She replied "Me & Chris had both discussed this, if it's a boy we will name him Edmund and if it's a girl we'll call her Susan"
