Balance is Hard with Your Eyes Closed - Rise of the Guardians

I stuffed up as a human. As a girl in the 1800s, there were things that were unimaginable as a woman, and then there were things that were just incomprehensible, they were that awful. Even in the harsh environment of Australia. Even from a young age, I had done the latter. Killing animals, injuring the children my age that played with me, playing mind games with the adults. I was aware of what I had been doing. It was a nightmare that changed me, plain and simple. All around me was death. My parents, my siblings, the adults in my village and the children, too. I was on the outside, sitting on my tree, looking in as I watched every person I ever knew die in some horrific way. And I was crying. I was feeling at emotion at their pain. I wanted to scream as I watched as a girl my age died, my boxed up emotions springing out. Then, finally, once everyone had died, I felt the wood in my tree begin to wither, the branch sounding hollow as I tapped out a small rhythm with my fingers. The last thing in that dream had been my tree dying. And then I had woken up. I was 16 at the time, and immediately I started cleaning up my act. I started being more polite, did as my parents asked. But my life had been cut short by a carriage before I could start truly being a better person. I had woken up, a week later. I had promised to try and do all I could to help the people around me, and use my second chance to actually do something. I can't remember my name. I don't know why I'm actually here. I've only met one being who can see me. He calls me Asa. This is my story.