...Hey. I know I have another story that I've barely started but this one just sort of happened. This began as an English assignment. A short one page story but now...

Anyway, I will update You've Fallen For Me soon. This chapter is kind of short, but it's just the introduction. I hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

I don't know when I started having these dreams. I don't even know what the first few were about-there's been too many. I do, however, know that these dream are a recount of the many times I have died in my past lives.

The earliest dream I can recall had occurred when I was just six. I remember it had been somewhere in South America during the Mayan Empire. I had been selected for some sort of ritual, but I wasn't sure what it was about. I had been bathed and clothed in fine silk and expensive gold jewelry.

After being clothed, I had been led outside where a big crowd had gathered. As I walked through, people were parting for me and bowing their heads. I hadn't known why, and it had confused and scared me. I searched around for a familiar face but couldn't find any.

Finally, we had reached the temple and the crowd was forced to stop at the boundary of the sacred building. As we moved up the stairs, I had been offered a few coca leaves 'to calm me down for the ritual', they had said.

I had been lead me to the courtyard of the temple where people had began filing in. A great buzz ran through the crowd as I was lead to the centre of the courtyard in front of a great stone altar. I was unsure about what was happening, and the coca leaves given to me earlier were beginning to take effect. I felt my vision swim as I was picked up and laid on the altar. Then, a sudden hush rushed through the crowd as the head priest gave a rather long prayer to the gods.

I stared up at the sky, my eyes focusing and unfocusing as the leaves continued to run their course in my system. I vaguely remember hearing a cheer rise up in the crowd before the priests' faces suddenly filled my vision. I felt someone hold my head back while another held my legs. Too weak to struggle, I simply lay there in confusion. I saw the head priest hold up something shiny that reflected the light off of it. It was swiftly brought down to my heart.

As it made contact I woke up tears spilling out of my eyes as I yelled for my parents. I remember not being able to sleep properly for weeks afterwards.

After, the dreams occurred sporadically. I had to learn how to deal with them as time went on. The dreams varied in location and intensity. I've had dreams occurring during the Salem Witch Hunt and even during the sinking of the Titanic.

Although I haven't managed to figure out why I get these dreams, I have learned to cope with them. They are now an integrated part of my life.

This is a start, so tell me what you think!