Rose-My Favorite Life

Prologue

I suppose I should start by introducing myself however, I don't have my own name per se I have had many names, but my favorite was Rose. I should also explain (or try to) what I am exactly in this life. I'm a Werewolf, Vampire, Werecat, Witch, and Regeneratione. A Regeneratione is someone who gets resurrected into different lives after something happens in that life. For me, it generally is the day before my wedding, but it has been other stuff as well. What we know happens is we get to keep whatever powers we have acquired from each life and put into a body as soon as a baby is formed and live on in that life. The life can be in the past, present, or future of the previous life. We do not know what happens to the soul of the baby or even if they get one. But this story is about my favorite life which, unfortunately, starts with pain and sorrow. I was born in a village called God's Watching, the entire community had a deep hatred for magic users, so I never told anyone about my abilities nor did I use them. I was born into was a destitute and little family. They looked out for their own but if they saw one of their own using magic they would bring an end to them.

My mum worked all the time just to get a crumb on our table so one day when I was very young, my mum came home from working all day and was hungry. So without thinking, I used my magic to put a small feast on our little table, at first her face was filled with joy, but it slowly distorted into fear and anger. In a flash, she grabbed me by my hair, yanked me outside, dragged me across the wet ground, and threw me onto The Broken Bridge.

I stood on the bridge and tried to walk back to her, but the bridge was still wet, so I slipped and fell. I looked back at her and cried out "mum...". I was falling to my death, all because I wished for food for my mother, till suddenly I was hovering in this strange green-tinted bubble, it took me higher but stopped above the bridge, it went across. I was blinded for a bit by the light of this beautiful place.

Once I could see, I saw a face, a lovely face, a woman with raven braided hair, emerald eyes, and freckles everywhere. She smiled at me and her eyes softened. I had now noticed she was wearing a dark green dress with slits in the legs. She popped the bubble, caught me in her arms, and said: "Oh you poor child, another one whose parents have no soul, you look like the..." she looked deep in thought then shook her head. "Well, I will show you to your new family." She said a few words under her breath in a language at the time I did not understand and a green apple built itself in my hand, I looked at her and smiled, and she beamed back.

Soon we entered a small valley with tents everywhere and people using magic openly. The lady (whose name was Gwen) told me that I was now part of The Amethysts, a group of people thrown out from society for being able to use magic, who stole from the rich to feed the children like me who had no one to call them theirs. She also said there was a group of people like us called The Lavenders, but they stole from rich and poor alike, and that I was to stay notably away from them.

Over time Gwen became my real mother, she would save all whom she could, any age, and protect us. She gave us all a haven, a place where we could learn spells instead of fearing them, to use our abilities to protect others, but most of all she gave us a family.

Years later when I was around 13, I was doing my routines while Gwen was searching for others like us. She came back, but there was no emotion on her face. She sank to the ground when she did I saw an arrow sticking out of her back. I ran to her, sat beside her, and tenderly grabbed her hand. She looked up at me with her loving emerald eyes and said "Rose" tears I didn't even know were mine began to coat her green dress. "I love you, be safe and travel to the east then you will find y...." gradually the love in her eyes left, I placed my head on her chest, and cried for what felt like an eon, and yet it wasn't sufficient.

As soon as my eyes were clear I stood and roared: "WHO HURT HER" and ran to whose soul was fearful, It was a Lavender hunter, I slit his throat with my demonic-looking tail, and his form fell to the ground. I spun around and saw my people mourning. I stood there for a few moments then said: "Amethysts' do not worry I will finish her responsibilities while you grieve and after we will seek our retribution" they all chanted "Death To The Lavenders, For Gwendolyn". That day I swore to kill all lavenders.

With banana nut muffins and black tea, Rose 💜