Summary: A year after the events of the Azran Legacy, Aurora is reborn into a new life. Fourteen years later Aurora still doesn't know about her past life and thinks she's all alone in the orphanage. But is she really?

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Rebirth

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Chapter 1

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Aurora sprinted down the field, dribbling the ball between her feet.

At fourteen years old she was the oldest on the field in their pickup game. With light honey-blonde hair and a willowy figure, she easily dodged the younger and shorter players.

Age was important. It signaled superiority, and (Most of the time) maturity. Especially when you lived at a place like Maria's Group Home for Girls.

Not only was Aurora the oldest on the field, she was the oldest in the home. 14 years ago, she had appeared on the doorstep with nothing more than a note with two words on it: Aurora Nzraa.

Stupid parents, thought Aurora. Just my name. No birthdate, no parents' names, not even a middle name. NOTHING.

Oof!

Aurora landed on her face and looked at her feet. She had tripped over a stone.

Stupid rock. Stupid feet, stupid parents, stupid world! Why can't I just know who I am?

Suddenly she felt a pain in her chest. Trying to get up, she realized she couldn't. She struggled with the ground as the pain grew and grew.

"Aurora? You want a hand up? The other team's got the ball!" She heard her friend Clara behind her, but it was a dull murmur compared to the pain roaring in her chest. She couldn't hold it anymore. Aurora let out a bloodcurling scream.

"Someone get Ms. Maria!" Clara yelled, then dropped to her knees beside her friend. "What's wrong, Aurora? Are you ok?"

"My chest hurts," Aurora felt like crying, "It really hurts. And I can't get up."

"It's okay, it's okay," Clara soothed her. "Anna went to get Ms. Maria. She's gonna call an ambulance. Just hold on for a few more minutes."

They sat there for a while: Aurora lying face down on the ground, Clara holding her hand.

"It really, really hurts," Aurora cried again, "I'm so sorry Clara."

"No, no, no. You don't have to apologize. Everything's going to be OK. Just stay with me."

Aurora's eyes began to close.

"NO! Aurora, you have to stay with me. STAY WITH ME!"

Aurora could hear people yelling, sirens in the background, and Clara was squeezing her hand.

"Sorry," Aurora whispered.

Then everything went black.

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

Aurora's eyes fluttered open. She saw machines everywhere. One was tracking her heartbeat, she thought. There were too many to count.

"H-Hello?" She tried to talk, but her voice cracked.

"Aurora?" Another voice called. She turned her head to the left. Clara was sitting there in a chair. "Oh thank goodness! I thought you would never wake up."

"W-What happened?" Aurora asked, scared to hear the answer.

Clara became very quiet, then leaned over and whispered to her. "They say you had a heart attack. You've been out for over a day. But it doesn't make any sense! You were in perfect health, and you still are. You had no other symptoms besides chest pains. You played football(soccer) almost every day. Why on earth would you have a heart attack?!"

"Family history?" Aurora suggests, and they both fall silent.

"Ms. Maria in outside with the doctor. She's trying to get you discharged," Clara said. Aurora now noticed two pairs of feet behind the curtain that was blocking the hallway from view.

"Speak of the devil," Clara muttered as Ms. Maria and a doctor walked into the room.

It wasn't that Maria was bad or mean, she was just very strict. Followed her rules and you were adored. Disobey her and you could be in solitary confinement.

I hope a heart attack isn't against the rules, Aurora thought.

"See Doctor! Aurora's awake now, so we can go home." Maria exclaimed to the doctor.

"Why all the rush?" Aurora asked, noting the stress in Ms. Maria's voice.

"Well... um... somehow the word got out that a young girl had a heart attack... who's an orphan... so there are a few reporters outside." Clara explained as Aurora's face paled.

"But right now that's not our concern!" The doctor interrupted, "Aurora's vitals are all normal, so as long as you feel fine you can go!"

"Do you want to try standing up?" Ms. Maria asked.

Aurora nodded. Flipping her legs over the bed, she stood up. However, her legs soon gave out from under her and she fell onto Clara.

"We'll get a wheelchair," The doctor said.

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A few was the wrong word, thought Aurora.

Maybe she just didn't have experience with crowds, but Aurora felt as if every reporter in London was swarming them as they left the hospital.

Every which way it was, "Ms. Aurora!" "Ms. Aurora!" "Ms. Aurora!" Every once in a while Aurora heard, "Ms. Maria!"

Right before the car door closed, Aurora heard a reporter shout, "Ms. Maria! What is your response to all the families considering adopting Aurora?"

Someone wants to adopt me because my I'm in the news?

Something happened today, Aurora thought. But whatever it was, it went very, very wrong.

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With a cup of tea, Professor Hershel Layton picked up this morning's newspaper. Setting aside the sports section, he instead looked at the front page news.

Professor Layton never read the sports section. But if he did, he would see a very familiar face under the headline, "14-year-old Orphan Survives Heart Attack at Local Football Game."

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