"This body is not my own...I can say that, for I was not the first soul to inhabit this form. I can tell by the way you fall silent that this idea is strange to you. It is understandable; the people of Earth often fail to comprehend anything beyond their mundane existances, and that isn't a unique characteristic in the universe.
My mother, Grace, and my father, Juuochi, were celebrating four years of marraige when she found out that she was a pregnant. It was a joyous time...children are such the gift, and to a happy couple, it's even more so. About seven months after they found out, during a regular check-up, the doctors brought to my mother the bad news: she was going to lose the baby.
I'm sure it must have been a heavy blow. My father was a devout christian, and began to pray like crazy. My mother was not so zealous, but I could more than bet that she joined in every now and then. I could have told them that it wasn't needed...but I didn't wish to disturb their faith."
Rubeus contemplated as she took a sip of tea from a nearby cup. "You speak as if you knew what was going on that whole time. How is that possible?"
Miera paused, holding her cup over the floor, then moving it slightly and setting it on the table. "Because at that time, I was not in my mother's womb. I was not the soul that was in that child's body."
"Before your soul is reborn, it has the chance to decide where it wants to go. As with any plan, sometimes you are ill-prepared and sometimes you decide to cancel, much to the disappointment in others. The soul that inhabited the growing child inside my mother's womb was an incomplete, fractured soul, and decided that It was not ready to face the challanges that lie ahead for It. That is where I come in.
I do not remember much of my life before I was born. Only enough to be able to tell you my tale. What I do know, was that this soul called to mine, and I answered. It was agreeded that a merging would take place, and that I would be the soul of this dying body. Needless to say, I myself didn't know quite what I was getting into...even so. I did what needed to be done, and took it into my own hands. My own soul absorbed that splintered soul-shard, and two months later my mother gave birth to the baby girl she had dreampt and prayed to have."
"Does that mean there are no gods?" Rubeus asked, partially amused by this thought.
"I didn't say there aren't," she replied softly. "But I certainly didn't see anyone else rushing to answer their pleas."
His eyes wandered over to a set of pictures across the room. One picture was of a small girl, and her parents, standing beside a small jet liner. With a distinctly eerie feeling, he listened as she continued.
"Of course...it seems that, one way or another...For my family, there was to be no happiness..."
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