Us

Chapter 2

It started in Ancient Egypt... Around 400 BC. My name was Adamaris, meaning graceful and noble. Close friends and family called me Ada...
So did he. He was Tadeas, meaning a gift given by God. We called him Tad. He was loyal... And Kind. A true hero to our people. The people from our Kingdom respected him, as their brothers, fathers, sons, and friends. He was a Prince. And I was his Princess. This was when he was taken from me first.
A battle between Tad and Prince Xerxes, meaning king of heroes. He wanted our kingdom for himself and his cruel and bitter wife, Qadira, meaning full of power. They had a daughter, Davina, meaning adored, who longed for freedom from her protective parents. This battle was horrendous. A blood bath. A destroyer of lives, of homes, of all things kind and caring. It was this that killed my Tad. He fought with bravery and with dignity. He fought to protect his kingdom from Xerxes, and his devious ways. He fought in the hope that God would be with them and that fait would lead them to victory. However, God didn't care... And fait was on Xerxes' side. He didn't die in vein, he died for his people and for me. The only thing with soul mates is that, you cannot live without one another. I was devastated by his death. I struggled on, with our people behind me. In the end, I passed away only 2 months later. I was glad that I could be with him again.

I saw him once again, before our next life. Death isn't like going to sleep forever, despite what people say.
It's like your drifting into the clouds. This was when I saw him. There he stood on a cloud close to me, so close I could hear his voice. How much I had missed his voice was an amazement even to myself. I shouted his name, and he shouted back...
'Ada, Ada, Don't worry. We will see each other again in another life, sometime soon I hope... I will find you...'
His words echoed in my mind as he faded out of sight. I carried on drifting away, unable to control my thoughts. I woke up and there I was, in Ancient Rome, just like that. I remembered his words... 'I will find you...' So I waited for him. I searched for him for years and years. And he searched for me for years and years. And, at last, we found each other again, but we didn't know at first...
You see, we looked different, only slightly, just to fit in with the world I guess. It wouldn't be much good walking around Rome dressed like an Ancient Egyptian. People would think we were right idiots. And we had different names too; In that life, I was Zaina, meaning lovely and pretty. I had long dark hair, in which blonde streaks ran through. My eyes were the colour of the ocean and my skin were as soft as silk. He had eyes the colour of a chestnut, and hair the colour of a dark night's sky. This time it wasn't death that split is up. It wasn't hate. It was love...
We are soul mates.
We are destined to be together.
We do love each other.
But you can't expect the heart to feel this way for a whole 200 lives.
There was a boy across the road. He had liked me for a while and I liked him to, this was before I found Tad again. Actually he was called Jasper in this life, meaning King of the Treasure. Anyway, the boy across the road, Helm, meaning courageous protection, asked for my hand in marriage, and at the age of 24, with still no signs of Tad, I accepted. And without his protection, I would have been dead within weeks. Tad came then, and told me it was him and confessed his undying love for mez however I was 7 months pregnant, and couldn't leave Helm, as we already had 2 daughters, Lala, meaning Tulip flower, and Lana, meaning valuable and precious.
He knew I loved him, just as I knew he loved me.
'Hold tight, and we shall be together again. Wait a little longer, and we shall be together at last.' He whispered as he took my hand.
And with that, He rode away on his horse and I lived a happy life with Helm, Lana, Lala and our newest child, Emel, meaning passion. These children carried on through life and became independent, kind, and strong. I miss Helm, and the children, buts that is the curse of destiny and immortality. You watch the people you love grow up and pass away and you have to carry on living. (Now I know how Doctor Who feels...)

This was only a small part of my life. It is like a jigsaw puzzle. Each individual piece shows a great amount, but they all fit together eventually to make an even greater story...