Some things you never hear about. Sometimes it is because they happen in another country, or maybe even a different era. Families that existed that were powerful in their own right, only to be overshadowed by a few shining individuals. My story was never told because of this. My family was never known, never had the chance to tell their story. They had been murdered before the other story had begun. But things change when you are reborn into another life. It gives you the chance to change things. Like a night rain falling on healing trees.
For the longest time she had floated in darkness. The kind that reminds you of warm beds and soft blankets. One that wrapped around you snuggly. Movement was restricted, but she could not bring herself to care. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she was forgetting something important, an event that told her she needed to move. But it was a fuzzy thought she was unable to grasp. Then things suddenly began to change.
Like the rug had been pulled out from under her, she felt as if she was free falling, a sicken sensation entering her stomach. Then the pressure started. Bearable until it tightened, restricting around her body at intervals. With a near bone crushing squeeze, her body was free and the bright lights hit her eyes, drawing out a cry from her throat.
She felt something wipe her body down, protesting at being manhandled in such a way. Nearby she could hear the cries of a baby. Most likely having just been born if she was in a hospital as she suspected. With a last wipe to her face, she was finally set down. Only what she was set down on felt nothing like a bed.
Eyes protesting against the light, she opened them, only to stare straight into the blue eyes of a giant woman. She was too shocked to cry out, even after the woman spoke.
"My little Amaya."
A/N: I know I shouldn't start another one but this has been in my head for almost two months now. Read and Review loves.