During my first life it was around 1770 BCE. I lived in the wondrous city state of Babylon. My mother taught me everything I had known. She was one of the few women to speak and read Sumerian.
She said we were descendants of the great kingship himself, but that was the rambling of a woman ravaged by the grief of losing her sons to the war with Elam.
She found solace in believing that she is reborn and could be with her children once more. Sadly this curse is acquired not predetermined. She would never see my brothers again, but at least she would only experience death once.
That life was so long ago, I've seen hundreds of empires rise and fall, I've seen cultures destroyed and languages die.
I've had 3000 years to think about life; life is death and that's the only constant in the universe. Its brutal and true.
The aspects about my lives are different each time, they go with the flow of time. Each time I die I'm sent to a forest with snow stuck frozen in the air. I like the forest. It's white and cool and time does not exist. I don't know how much time passes between lives. I just know that I look the same each time. I have a short small nose with round hazel eyes and light brown hair. My skin complexion changes as I'm born in different geologic regions, but my appearance is one of the few things that transfers between lifetimes.
When I'm reborn I remember how I died and where I lived, just not specifics. Yet I can remember everything about my first life. I don't know why, it might be because that was the first time I had experienced the world.
It was new and exciting. Now it's just bland and ancient. I would wish for death but that would only bring me back. Humans talk so lovingly of life, but it's cruel and horrible and only because of the same people romanticizing the terrifying occurrences happening around them.
I'm not sure what it is but it's not something I would wish on another person. Not even my many murderers
A/N this isn't a really eventful chapter, at all... The next one starts the actual plot, bear with me my writing style is pretty bland. Anyways, enjoy a story I decided to write this time XD I'm "trying" to stay historically accurate but a few dates or names may be off
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Life and death
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