I'm doing it again guys get ready for reincarnation shenanigans! (Blame my sudden interest in the Tales of Zestiria series. I mean it. This is post-epilogue stuff. Just a minor spoiler for the end and the everything else is reincarnation shenanigans. ENJOY!)
The Ending is the Beginning (owari wa hajimari)
They hadn't expected it. After waiting for centuries and finally reuniting, they hadn't expected their world to end so abruptly. No one knew what caused it. Everywhere, dragons began to rise as Seraphim caved into the Malevolence generated by the despair of the humans. Blessed domains fell apart one by one as both humans and Seraphim turned into Hellions.
Lailah had realised that their world had already started dying the moment Maotelus was tainted. The brief periods of chaos caused by the rise in Malevolence prior to that had also contributed to the world's descent into true chaos and destruction. In the end, she had died defending Ladylake at the side of her chosen Shepard of the time. Zavied and Edna had perished together, along with Rose's descendants, while trying their best to protect Marlind. However, without the purifying ability Lailah had, they had quickly succumbed to their wounds.
Sorey and Mikleo were the last of their former group. The Malevolence had not reached Elysia yet, but it was only a matter of time.
"Hey Mikleo?"
"Hm?"
"If this world dies, and if we are reborn in a new one, promise me something."
"Anything."
"Promise me that we will find each other again. That we will always be together."
"Of course Sorey. No matter what."
And then the world ended just like that. Screams died, light vanished, and Sorey and Mikleo let the darkness take them into a deep long sleep, with their promise to each other comforting them along.
Amethyst eyes opened once. Blinked twice. A tiny mouth opened and let out a babble. Eyes blinked again. Tried to make a noise once again and it came out as a babble. The tiny mouth closed and formed a frown. Tried lifting his arms. Since when were his arms so small… Wait.
'I'm a baby again?!' Mikleo internally screeched. And outwardly let out a keening whine.
He was being held in a pair of arms. His mother, perhaps? To the side he spotted a long haired blond, his father?
"So… this is my heir. Narcissa. Have you named him?" Somehow the cold voice of his supposed father made his skin crawl.
"Draco," At least his mother's voice wasn't as cold.
"Keeping tradition then."
"Did you expect me to do otherwise?"
'Draco. Dragon. Ugh. Edna is going to laugh at my name again, if she ever finds out,' Mikleo could only groan internally. 'I wonder if Sorey was reborn as well.'
Edna pouted. Sure she was happy to be alive and with her big brother again, but being stuck as a baby was not fun. Big brother Eizen, no, cousin Remus was just as happy to see her again, but really enjoyed teasing her for her small status.
He told her stories of his group of friends, similar to those he had made back in their previous life. He told her of how his best friend was courting someone, who was obviously just teasing him by rejecting and accepting his advances again and again.
He told her about his condition. How he was cursed to turn into a monster every full moon. Edna had to smack her big brother with a summoned umbrella. He was not doing this to her again. She would not allow his stint as a despair ridden dragon pull him into depression, she told him through her angry glares. Remus laughed it off, and she smiled again.
He told her about her parents, his uncle and aunt. How they had died and had somehow managed to get him custody over her. She didn't know them, or remember their faces, but she knew her brother was grateful. Edna knew she kept her brother grounded to reality.
Then she wondered who else was reincarnated. Meebo was a definite. She smirked. She was going to enjoy this new life of hers.
Dezel Granger was born a twin. Dezel Granger was born blind. Dezel was wondering why in the world was he even being reborn in the first place. The last thing he remembered was protecting Rose and entrusting Zaveid with her safety. Then blank.
He could still read the winds. He could still react to sounds better than anyone else. He could still summon gusts of winds to blow Hermione's hanging mobile and hear her laughter. He could still hear their parents gasp in shock…
Oops. He hadn't heard their footsteps. His mistake… Never mind the window next to his crib was just open. They just wanted to close it. He was safe.
He really, really, hoped that this was a second chance. He did not want to fail at his task as a brother and protector. He would protect Hermione's smile.
Lailah hadn't really anticipated being reborn when she died. Neither had she anticipated finding Zaveid's reincarnation nor ending up being courted by him. He really didn't need to, but she played along anyways, occasionally teasingly rejecting him, occasionally accepting his advances.
Then she had ended up marrying him and carrying twins. It was a surprise, really, to find out she was expecting twins. Zaveid was insanely happy, having immediately run off to tell his friends. Sirius and Remus were equally delighted. Severus simply scowled, which was so much like her childhood friend. Peter however…
She was suspicious of Peter. Lailah had retained most of her abilities from her time as a Seraph, and so had Zaveid. And because of that, they had sensed the Malevolence growing in him. Thus, the two had slowly begun to hide their plans from the Order. They had plans to live in peace without dying, thank you very much.
Then she had given birth, and dissolved into a melodic fit of giggles when she saw her children flail about and babble in surprise and shock. It really was just their luck that Rose and Sorey ended up as her children. Zaveid had simply looked at the two reincarnated Shepards in shock and shook his head.
Then almost a year later, Dumbledore comes in informing them of the prophecy involving their children. It took the two of them no time at all to realise that they were targets, and immediately altered all their plans. They weren't going to hide from an enemy they knew they were more powerful than.
On the night of Halloween, Voldemort launched a simultaneous attack on both the Potter and Longbottom households. At the Potter household, Voldemort perished, the house itself destroyed in a blast of wind and fire, its occupants vanished into thin air.
At the Longbottom household, the Lestrange family encountered a rain of very sharp objects instead.
Alisha Diphda had not expected to be reincarnated a second time. She had been lucky to retain her memories the first time around as a Seraph, but twice in a row was really surprising.
Of course, she was still born to nobility. Somehow. And she managed to retain her name too. She spent almost a whole year trying to get her tiny body to move the way she wanted though. Alongside some outbursts of what her parents called accidental magic. That uncle of hers was quick to give her back to her mother when she somehow summoned a lance that fell very, very close to him.
Then it happened. Someone attacked her family. Her parents were both screaming in pain. The perpetrators were laughing. No one was coming to stop them. She was the only one there. So she drew on that same feeling whenever she summoned a lance to her side, and summoned as many sharp objects as she could. Green eyes glaring harshly, she mentally sent the lances at them, despite the strain it was causing her. The screams stopped, and Alisha closed her eyes in exhaustion, not noticing the burst of flame and wind and a familiar gasp of shock, not noticing herself being lifted into warm, gentle arms like her mother's.
Had fun? I sure did while writing this. (All my other fics please wait. I'm out of inspiration at the moment for them. This on the other hand... I really should stop writing this sort of fics.)
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