Reincarnation was never within his expectations. That miracle was long since lost in the Fall.

He had been in his final years, parts of his body already turned to crystal and slowly spreading as his life began to slip away. His psychic capabilities remained as high as ever, but his body has begun to slow down. He couldn't move as easily as before, his sword arm and parts of his legs and chest partly crystalized from within. His back actually hurt sometimes, just like his old mentor warned him.

"When you get as old as me, pray you don't cause yourself an 'accident' to need a hover-chair, student of mine." His mentor called out to him as he left the gardens, her chortles following him as he hastened to his home. "Your lady friend would be sorely disappointed~!"

'Ahhh, how the ages pass us by.' He was reminiscing, mere moments before his death at the hands of fallen astartes. Of all the times to show up, couldn't they have done it right after they retrieved that artefact he and his followers had been searching for. Damned Chaos, always showing up at just the wrong moment. His end was upon him, and yet he remained calm. He blasted the foes with searing bolts of energy, hewed limbs and heads as Eldrad and his acolytes and followers fought, defending the gateway to the artefact site against the warband of Chaos astartes.

"YOUR SKULL IS MINE, ELDAR WITCH!" A particularly loud one sworn to the blood god screamed at him as he charged, heedless of the wounds he accrued from the Dire Avengers backing Eldrad and his Warlocks. "FIGHT MEEEE- Ghurk?!"

The ancient Farseer lowered his arm, emitting the remnant energies of the destructor bolt he launched at the berserker, obliterating the torso of the astartes. He turned away as the corpse skidded to a halt at his feet, mentally casting Fortune and gaining a glimpse of the outcome if the battle continued as it were.

The maddened chaos lord laughed as he stood amongst his fallen kin, the head of a Warlock gripped on his free hand as he faced Eldrad, the last yet to fall.

Hmmm. That is not good. What if...

KRAK-WHOOOO-!

Asuryan's flaming hair, what? No, no, how about...

Ok, what about...

Why?! Just-

One more time.

"We made it!" A Howling Banshee cried in relief, doffing her helmet as they entered the webway. "The Instrument of Isha has been safely retrieved, we lost even fewer of our numbers, and-"

"Where's the Farseer? Where is Eldrad?!"

Ah. So that's how it must be, then. Certainly beats spending what's left of his later years on a hover-chair.

In a series of convoluted, yet foreseen and planned for events, the Aeldari expeditionary force escaped with few losses, the hidden temple collapsed with much of the chaos warband crushed within, kilometres of the surrounding area beset by a terrible psychic storm sure to destroy and survivors, and Eldrad dead. Sacrificing his life and afterlife within the Infinity Circuits for a chance to regain the lost fertility of his people. Surely a noble and lofty accomplishment second only to the birth of Ynnead.

'If it wasn't for those meddling youngsters I would have gotten away with it fully.' He groused, remembering the human's Deathwatch strike team nearly jeopardised the ritual. Whatever, it was in the past, and as his life faded from his near completely crystalized body, he closed his eyes for what he believed to be the final time.

A long moment of nothingness passed, so long he would have lost count of the time if he had bothered to. Then some colours started swirling around the nothing, greens, browns, reds and white shades curling and flowing in the dark, noises and whispers muffled and indecipherable disrupting the silence of his rest, then...

"Ah... my child... you have toiled so hard, for so long..."

"...rest easy now... live again, somewhere better..."

He was born again. As a human infant.

It was with a monumental amount of willpower and effort on his part that he had finally sealed away the memories of his infancy deep in his mind. Edward (Formerly Eldrad) has now reached the sixth year of his new life. Finally, he is free of the horrid memories! The babies of his former race never defecated that much, by Isha!

"Edwad! Read me book pwease!"

Ah, his sibling calls. He put down the history book he was reading to look at his younger sister by two years. She was clutching a book of fairytales, looking at him from the door of his room with those eyes again. 'It's like she knows I could not resist for long.' He thought, smiling indulgently as he beckoned her to sit beside him on his bed. 'As expected of my dear sister.'

The two siblings sat together, one older than the current age of human civilization in soul, began reading aloud to his sister, whom he had cherished since the first time his new parents showed her to him.

"I have died, and lived again." He thought to himself as his sister, Taylor, giggled at an image. "I will not waste this chance."