Remnants Revived | Reincarnated as Catra | She-Ra fanfiction

Chapter One: Good Job Me

 I woke up disoriented, unsure of where I was. The last thing I remembered was walking across the street from a cafe I had just gone to for their delicious mini cakes. The owner, Rayla, was one of my long time friends, as we both had a love for food. Although I hadn't made food my main career, I loved to cook and bake in my free time when I wasn't drawing or designing. I had a nice flat in the city with my cat, Lulu. My flat had a beautiful kitchen, and it was filled with plants. I loved music so I dabbled in piano and violin, and I loved to sing. However, it was just a hobby I loved to do as I worked or cooked. It was inspiring and it helped me figure out my emotions. I owned many books and art materials, as creating and learning were two of my favorite things. I loved to design things and create art the most, but I found a lot of interest in biology and nutrition, among other sciences.

I wasn't the best at math, but I had adequate skills. I found science fascinating, so I would tend to go to the library and check out some books about historical mysteries or puzzles or books on scientific discoveries and such. I loved to learn about things and then incorporate them into my stories or art. Honestly, I tried to do yoga everyday, but I only managed to remember a few times a week. The most active I was wasn't going to a gym, like no. I don't do gyms. It was when I would go to a parkour class every monday, wednesday, and Saturday morning. I was a CEO of my own company where I created things to be more efficient, durable, and useful. We made clothes, shoes, some tools, and etc.. We were pretty diverse. Our main goal wasn't money, although we were slowly gaining a lot of profit, but instead to make an impact. Whenever we got enough profits, we would start on another project.

Back to the current matter at hand, my head was hurting like hell. I fluttered my eyes opened, groaning in pain. I blinked a couple times in order to clear my vision. I saw the sky. Did I get hit by a truck? That thought was quickly discarded as I sat up and observed my surroundings. My left leg was wedged under a large piece of... rock? I lifted my hand to my face and lifted it away to see blood. My breath hitched as I slowly started to remember what happened here. I had been running away, really upset about something, and had gotten hit. But why was I here? Why was I so upset? The more I stared at my hands, the more I realized some differences. I had the same skin tone, but my nails were longer and sharper. There were also some... tiger like brown stripes up my arms? I felt around for my phone, feeling I should really call for medical help. As I felt around for it, I realized I was in different clothes. Just what had happened to me?

I started to breath quickly unconsciously, before catching myself and trying to breath slowly to calm down. This was no time to panic. I had to think logically and act accordingly, taking in what I had a basis on. I had no idea where I was. I was injured, and might have a concussion. I had no idea how bad my leg was, but I could still feel it, so that was good, I think? I was in burnt and destroyed ruins of some place, surrounded by trees. I was currently immobile until I could figure out how to get this heavy piece of debris off of my leg. I could call out for help, but I vaguely remember explosions, screams, feeling distressed and upset, and running away from something. Or someone. Either way, they could still be nearby and ready to pick off survivors or something. This place looked like it had been through a war. Just what had happened? All I knew was that calling out for help could get me help, or it could just bring attention to people who might want to hurt me.

I had to figure out how to get this off. I attempted to lift it up, but I couldn't get it completely off myself. I then grabbed a large stick that was partly charred. I used it to prop the debris up as I moved my leg from it. I attempted to bend my knee up to see how mobile it was. It was fine, but a shot of pain went through my ankle. It felt twisted, and seeing how heavy that debris was, hopefully that's all it was. And then there was the matter of my feet. I was shoeless, with nails that looked like claws. I mean, I love cats and all, but I wouldn't go this far to express my love unless I was cosplaying. I was pretty sure I wasn't though... And the fabric that my current outfit looked as if it were made for combat. It was kind of easy to move in and seemed to be durable. Maybe 50/50 Nylon and Cotton blend twill fabric? Like with military uniforms? It was really... red in color though.