Cold. It was warm just a few minutes ago. Now, it is cold, and loud. I can't fully make it out but… it sounds like… people? Ah…that's right. It's a new life, another new beginning. I have been reborn, again. What number life is this? I've lost count. It's the same twisted game that I have been forced to play for thousands of years now.
I am Their champion, Their pawn. I only exist to serve Their purpose, which is to protect those in need of protection. I am not even sure who They are. I've never met Them, just like I have never met my true parents.
None of that really matters to me anymore. Long ago had I abandoned my quest for the truth. There are more important issues at hand, such as when and were will the next villain strike, and how much stronger do I need to become in order to protect all that is good?
I retain all the knowledge and skill from my previous lives but this new body needs developing. I know that my "parents" are going to think of me as some sort of prodigy, but the truth is that I'm not. I'm just and unlucky person living a hellish life over and over again. I would rather someone else take this job but if you asked me to choose who, I would point at myself.
This is not a job for the weak. I know what happens to the soul of the person who takes this job – it slowly dies. No longer have I the will to live but I cannot allow another person to take my place. As I said, it is a hellish life.
Most would kill for the chance to live life over again but I bet you that if they knew the truth, they would not wish this life on even their worst of enemies. Sure, one could live differently in each and every life and I have, but it always ends the same - those you meet, those you let close, those you love…they all vanish in the end. Your enemies will find them and use them to get to you. I found out the hard way.
So now instead of getting close to people, I keep my distance. I keep to myself mostly. When people approach, I keep the conversations short. Most think of me as a stuck up bitch, but I can't afford to make any bonds. I cannot give my enemies a chance to win. It will only draw the battle out longer and force me to use more energy than necessary, not to mention destroy the lives of innocents. No, no more bonds.
I open my eyes. As usual my vision is blurry. It will take a week or so for my eyes to fully develop but I can make out the outline of my new mother. She seems elated. I feel bad that she had to be the unfortunate soul to give me life. She deserves a better daughter – they all deserved better. But I have no choice as to who will give birth me next. That is decided by Them, bastards.
Hunger. I need substance. I don't cry for I know the routine. My "mother" will feed me shortly. These poor fools know not of what is to come. They do no know the life I must live. They do not know the suffering that will come if I stay in their lives.
But for now, I'll act the part her "child", mainly because at this point I am a helpless babe, but when I am capable of fending for myself, I will slowly begin to pull away. I will break the bonds and move on to living the life of seclusion until my "service" is required. And as soon as my service is no longer needed, I will revert back to my life of solitude, never claiming the fame and the glory that come with saving the world from destruction.