Non of this is mine, should be obvious, if not, here you go
Prologue part 1- I'm Sam
1st POV
You never expect it when your time comes, it is sudden, scary, painful and surprisingly long.
I'm talking about birth of course.
Death? Yes death is also all those things, how do I know that? Well, I experienced both.
For most people rebirth while maintaining your memories after dying might sound like the dream, you get to experience childhood again, avoid past mistakes, and, if sent to another world/ the past, become successful.
I completely agree.
There were only two problems.
1) I seem to have been reborn on regular earth.
2) While I don't know the year, I was reborn in ancient past.
It took me months after birth to be able to see properly, but once I did, all it took was a trip outside with my mother to understand I
was reborn before the industrial revolution, not to mention to a tribe of Native Americans.
The next couple of years, Each second people weren't looking, and sometimes when they did, I spent training myself to the best my little body made it possible.
With my previous life's work as a Paediatrician, one who was a Pediatric Sports Medicine Specialist, I knew how far can a person push his body without damaging it.
With my tribe's help in having healthy meals, energy of a child, and determination of adult, by the time I was 10 years old, I became the strongest child in his grope age.
When I was born my wish was to continue my work as a doctor, as a way to save people and earn respect, but it took me less then two years to understand that modern medical studies aren't as helpful if you don't have the right equipment, and even the parts that are I can't use, as I has no way of explaining where I studied all of them, I he had no chance studying medicine as non of my parents were healers, which was why I decided to become the greatest warrior of my tribe.
It was at age ten when training for future warriors began in the tribe, and only when your strength, elasticity, agility and stamina was above a certain level were you permitted to start learning how to hold a weapon.
With my prior training, it took me 3 months to hold bow and arrows for the first time, and when the tribe's teacher saw my dedication, it took another three for me to learn to use another, in which he chose the spear.
Another five years passed, with me dedicating most of my time to learn to use both weapons, using the the rest to talk to myself in English about my past life, as to never forget his language and knowledge, and with me improving as I did while talking to himself in a weird gibberish, I became a parish in my own tribe.
People respected my dedication for my chosen weapons, but no one wanted to be close to me, not even my own new family.
Yes I have a new family, and if it sounded like I'm an orphan with the way I seemed to be doing whatever I want, it is only because the way this time period seem to affect raising your children.
My father is one of the hunters of the tribe, hunting born animals and humans making him unable to be home as much as he wanted to, and even when he did, he spent most of the time with my mother.
My mother, in the other hand, had to raise her 5 children while cooking and cleaning, not to mention entertaining my father whenever he wished.
Finally, my siblings, with my adult mind and growing proficiency with weapons, all had less and less willingness to interact with me.
And it was fine by me.
Having a past life from the future, having other family, other parents, other siblings, I wanted to push everyone away, I needed time, maybe a lifetime, to accept my new life.
Having at age 15 proficiency with weapons of one of the best in the tribe, I was taken to the battlefield for the first time.
The war gave me a little explanation for my time period, with it being against white people.
I never fought fairly, never showed up on front of the battlefield.
I sneaked, I stabbed, I stole weapons, I shoot.
Other people wanted to die honorably, I just wanted to live.
I didn't really care for my tribe, the Quileute tribe, while they sounded familiar from my past life's memories, I never really cared much for their future.
I only fought for them because I wanted freedom, and wasn't willing to become a slave.
Being reborn was difficult for more then just the birth, you have to get used to a new place, a new life, a new name, and apparently I'm a failure at all of this.
I hated my new life, but was fearful of death, hated the new place, but feared seeing Where I used to live.
But more then all, I hated my new name.
I'm Sam, and I will be Sam till the day I die, again.
Prologue part 2- reborn into Twilight
1st POV
It took a year for the battle to quiet down for a period of time, which let me rest.
I now adored scars over my body, and my records of battles were told for young children around the fire as stories, most of them about shamelessness.
Yet I didn't care.
I only cared about survival, about living.
My past life was cut short, and I wasn't about to let this one as well.
So I trained.
I trained in my weapons, and I trained in the enemies' weapons, which I stole.
It was at that time that the chief approached me, recruiting me to a group of special warriors known as spirit warriors.
I heard a lot of rumors about the group.
They were the best of the best, they had special powers, they were sent by the gods.
All kinds of rumors were spread about them, but the only ones he knew were true for sure was about the way they affected the battles.
Every time the enemy had an extremely strong warrior, they would have been found dead.
I agreed to join, and was shocked to find out the rumors were true.
The spirit warriors used a special bland of herbs to unlock their spirit and be able to jump bodies only to kill them and come back.
If it was me from past life, I would have never believed it to be possible, but with my rebirth, I accepted it with understanding this was not my original world.
Joining the spirit warriors quickly became the best choice I ever made.
With my past and present life's experience, I found out my spirit was stronger then regular ones, which led me to be able to spend each night as a spirit instead of once in three days like other beginners.
That led me to practice my fighting skills in the morning while spending every night as a spirit, using two nights a week to kill an enemy, and other nights explore his abilities as a spirit.
It took two months to find out about another ability, something that happened by mistake.
I was walking around his tribe as a spirit when I noticed a strange light around one of the children.
Touching it, I found myself with the knowledge that the child has a better eyesight then most.
My new ability was seeing and understanding other people's special abilities!
After that, another year passed and I found out that only one person out of 100 has an ability, yet most of them are so weak they can barely do anything.
It took another two years for me to find another special ability of my spirit form.
I was trying to interact with the light of one of the people with special abilities in the tribe, when someone seemed to shake my body, surprised, I yanked my spirit hands with the intention of going back to my body, only to find the light being yanked with them, merging with my spirit.
When I returned to my body, I found I had gained a better hearing, the same ability the man's light I just yanked gave the man.
I quickly found my ability was to steal powers.
The next two years were spent trying to gain more and more powers, but I noticed that as I thought, most of the powers weren't useable.
I did gain better speed, strength, senses, and a sixth sense that warned me of danger, but the other abilities didn't seem to do anything even if the description the light gave me was incredible.
It was when I were 21 when a new enemy showed.
This enemy was faster, stronger, and impervious to any weapons.
That, and the fact that his victims seemed to be drained from blood, I quickly figured out we were dealing with a vampire.
Yet, it was only a month after that, when the chief of the tribe returned with the ability to transform into Wolf that I understood which world have I been reborn to, it was like the dots just connected and I instantly knew, I was reborn into Twilight.
Prologue part 3- a new chance in life
1st POV
Knowing you are in a previously thought fictional world whose center is a girl that won't be born for hundreds of years might bother some people, maybe even give them existential crisis, but I had one of those at my rebirth, and dealt with it already.
I had another problem to consider.
Do I become a vampire or a shifter?
Both had an immortality benefit, and each gave enhanced strength, speed, and senses.
It took two days in which most of the other spirit warriors became wolfs for me to decide I want vampirism.
While becoming a shifter would let me walk in the sun, eat food and have children, it had two big downsides.
1) It didn't make you impervious to weapons, making you have bigger danger of dying.
2) The imprint. With its ability to make you in love with a mortal woman, it is basically a way to make you mortal and agreeable to dying.
I won't do it!
I died once, I was born twice, and I had enough.
As for killing people for blood? Even if animal blood wasn't optional, I killed enough people to not care, those times made me jaded, and killing humans didn't seemed a travesty like it did in my previous life.
The other spirit warriors tried to convince me to become a wolf, but with my wish to stay human and their inability to force me, I stayed in my body instead of finding a wolf to steal his body.
It took three weeks for the new shifters to catch the vampire that terrorized the tribe and tear his body apart, before leaving his body to rot, not knowing they need to burn it.
Sneaking at night, I made sure to take some of the venom that seem to flow out of the body parts as they moved closer to each other, before burning the body.
I then sneaked deeper into the woods, walking for two days before finding a cave far enough from the tribe.
Stabbing your own heart with a venom coated spear point is probably something only he has even done and will even do.
Even as the pain grew everywhere in his body, even when the screams were heard everywhere, he didn't regret.
This was his new chance in life.
Life as an immortal
