When you turn 16 something in you're brain clicks and memories from all of your past lives come rushing into your head. Each birth mark on your body tells a story of you, of how you have died, and who you were.
Today I turn sixteen and the memories are already coming to me.
"Missus? Are you ready to get dressed?" My maid asks interrupting my concentration. "Stop calling me that please Maria," she curtseys, "I forgot, Briana." We smile at each other, this maid is more than that, she has become one of my most trusted allies.
After getting dressed I run out to the dual fields and suddenly fall into black. After a couple seconds my body is turned and Kalen stands over me with a knife poised above my heart. "Why?" I whisper, he says nothing but instead plunges the knife through my chest.
The strange part of remembering is that a lot of the times the people in your life were very present in your past. We are told to write our histories, although the only good that comes out of writing them is that every generation remembers different parts of you. So adding on to your family history puts many different stories together
