Random thoughts and stuff

Reincarnation

Mia—
My granpapi always told me one day id come across one of my old lives, he did when he was on a vacation to the beach.
"I was walking along hand and hand with your grama when it happened. I saw the shell of a seaturtle almost full intact." He would always pause when telling the story, remembering it like it was yesterday. "I went to pick it up for her and it was like a dam broke." I never forgot about it and hoped one day id understand. He said it was like gaining double the knowledge you got.
Today Ryan invited me to the museum for or anniversary, we had been dating for two years now. He knew I loved mythology and finally decided to take me to the museum. I picked a pair of black skinny jeans to go with my white tank and blue jacket. My wrist throbbed from my recently added ace tattoo. I put my beanie and shoes on and walked out the door. We decided to meet at the ice cream shop because neither of us had a car or needed one, we both lived in town where traffic was shitty to say the least. He was going to pay for my ice cream and entree to the museum. I couldnt wait.
As I walked up to the shop I fell in love with him all over again. He was helping this young girl get her ice cream. She was too short to reach the counter and he was handing it to her. The way he smiled at her as she thanked him was adorable. Her mother then walked up and took her away from him also thanking him for his help. When he noticed me he smiled and walked to me. "So I'm assuming two scoops vanilla, one scoop chocolate and extra sprinkles? Like usual?" I giggled. "You know me so well. Yes pleaseeee." I drug out. He chuckled. "Be right back." He came back a few minutes later with both our ice creams. His was the same as mine but without any sprinkles. We ate our desert in silence but quickly. We walked out holding hands and made our way to the museum. When we got there the first place I wanted to go was the section on mythology. The first showing was Dian Cecht, the God of healing. While I was trying to read the paper about him I couldnt help but feel pulled away from him and further into the musuem. I tugged on Ryans arm and pulled him behind me as we walked towards more of the show cases. The closer I got to whatever it was the faster my heart beat. Finally when we reached the last case it seemed like time stopped. I looked eye to eye with the painting of me, but a guy. We had the same midnight hair and crystal blues. I gasped as memories flooded my head. It felt like millions of years pounding into my small human mind. Only at that moment I realised I wasnt human. I never was. I was Niet, the irish God of war. Memories of years of wars I caused flooded my head. The lives I costed. The lives I took. I cried. My head hurt as much as my heart. Then its like something inside me clicked. My headache doubled but I didnt care. I didnt care about anything. The lives I took? So what, they volunteered. The children killed? So long. I looked Ryan in the eye as I turned into my true form. He looked terrified. Honestly, who wouldnt be? You just witnessed your girlfriend turn into one of the most powerful Gods in your history. As I walked out of the museum ever step I took shook the ground and people cowered. Why did I ever become mortal? Those memories hit me too. I remember wanting to see what humans felt like on a normal basis. When I stepped out of the museum I decided to pay my family dearest a visit and immediately made my way to the Otherworld.