Author: Fantasy Boudicca PM
What happens when a teenage girl from the 21st century remembers her past lives. Based on two dreams I had where in the first once I was a teenage girl in Victorian England and in the second one I was a Native American. Yeah, self-insert, but not a Mary Sue. One-shot.Rated: Fiction K - English - Spiritual/Angst - Words: 211 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 01-27-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3095868
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I am frustrated, because I can remember. I remember that I used to be pretty. I remember the clothes I once wore, the places I'd been to. I remember that once, I could tell jokes, that I could play a musical instrument with some skill.
I remember that once, I danced barefoot in the grass, around a fire. I remember that once, I was graceful. I remember that once, I watched in fascination as ships docked on the beach, not knowing what they were.
And yet I cannot remember. I should not remember. These were my past lives. The first, I estimate to be around Victorian times. The second, around Elizabethan to Early Stuart times.
I should not remember, but I do. It is wonderful and frightening and sad at the same time. Wonderful because, well, who wouldn't want to know? And it explained my love of history, of dance and music, though now I am severely tone deaf and have all the grace of a duck having a seizure.
It is frightening because, it shouldn't have happened. Something likely went wrong, or was skewed somehow. I don't like not knowing.
It is sad because I can remember, and yet cannot tell anyone, because I will be thought mad.