The Reincarnates

Life was good for the most part. At the beginning, I didn't go on arduous journeys, battle ferocious demons, or struggle to stay alive every second of the day. No, actually, the beginning was pretty great, before I had known that my father had been harboring my supposed dead baby sister in the basement, that my father was really my uncle, and that I wasn't even a normal kid. For my entire life I'd actually hoped to not be that, to be something special and grand; I wished to be a warrior who did in fact go on such journeys, battle said monsters, and have that thrill of your life flashing before your eyes. But now...it all seemed like too much.