She spent the days teaching me alchemy. She gave me a life and it was my unspoken duty to repay her.
All is one, one is all. The serpent that bites it's own tale. An ending is also a beginning - no matter how much I thought, I couldn't prove that wrong. Every event causes something else to happen. My past life had ended and I was born.
I didn't spend much time thinking on who I had been. I was mildly curious, but it didn't seem relevant. Dante was my family now, as well as my fallen siblings. All I knew was that I had been abandoned by whomever supposedly cared for me once upon a time, and Dante had taken pity on me.
She explained how a few of my past life's semantic and implicit memories were now mine, which was why I knew how to talk and could recall general facts, while the personal, episodic, memories were connected more strongly to a human's soul and generally stayed with that soul.
She told me there was a way to receive a soul. To become human. But I didn't want to be human.
--End Chapter--
Hmm... I thought I'd of posted this sooner. I guess I got discouraged by lack of reviews... Too short, probably, but it just doesn't want to be long...