Eternally Yours

Past Lives

They hadn't been joking. They really meant what they had said. I hadnot let this room in two weeks. If someone had asked me a few monthsago what I would do if a lover did this to me I would have been out.I'd tare up the sheets, make a rope to climb out the window if I wasnot on the ground floor or just jump out a window if I was. But Icouldn't find myself wanting to do that. I understood what happened,they had watched me die eight times, and to find that I had been putinto a hospital against my will I could understand.

The ritual which would make me like them, with the same lifeexpectancy, abilities and possibly even powers of an elf. They hadthe idea to combine the ritual with a wedding and I agreed it soundedamazing. I was also slowly remembering the past lives I had lived,they smiled and encouraged me but told me not to try to force it. Itmay or may not come through all the lives but so far I've rememberedseven of the eight lives, since this current one as Name Last-Namewas my ninth.

They were too scared to let me go out of this room. That once we weremarried I would be theirs fully and they would be mine. That I wouldalways know where they were and they would know where I was. We wouldnever escape each other. Even if we never wanted to escape. Even ifno one would ever be able to keep me from them again but it kept themcalm that we would never lose each other. That we would forever betogether then, not even Death himself could separate us. Let he andhis shadows try. Personally I'd rather not possibly angerDeath if death was a personified person, considering there were nearimmortal elves it was possible. Being in this room, despite its size,the balcony and they would bring me whatever I could wish for to bekept happy but it gave me plenty time to think. Especially aboutmemories. Especially new memories.

The first lifeI lived I was from the island Crete, I had been the only child, alate in life baby, to a bowyer. My father had taught me when I was asmall child and he had died by the time I was fifteen or so, mymother dying about two or three years later. From the time I was achild my talents had always been an amazing archer, even the sons ofarchers on the island was not as good as I was. I was an okay bowyer,at least better then I was a Fletcher-which my mother had wanted meto learn since all the bows in the world would do no good withoutarrows, and the same would be true for arrows. But father had alwaysvehemently refused, but she managed to figure out how to make arrowsby trial and error and teach me.

There had beena war brewing all throughout my life. In time it would be called thePeloponnesian War. The Spartans didn't have archers, they thoughtarrows were a cowards' weapon,but the Athenians were very goodarchers so they came and outsourced for archers, mostly just to takeout the Athenians archers.

But as I hadbeen going to board the boat to take to sea I had ran into them. Theyhad come out and dressed so strangely to me and spoke in such a weirdlanguage. But we had found other ways to speak, we spoke throughgestures and slowly started to understand bits and pieces of eachothers languages.

It had beenunder the light of a full moon, when I snuck away from the barracksto talk to them again. It wasn't really talked as far as gestures andthe few words we understood of each other. But as Lily had touched methere had been an almost zap, it wasn't a electric shock like youmight get when you build up static electricity and touch metal. Itwas more intense then that, to the point that it hurt but thenradiated throughout my entire body so it felt warm and tingly runningthroughout my entire body slowly burning me up. When Jason hadgrabbed my wrist it was like cool water splashing along me leaving mejust like I was floating on a cloud.