A/N: Hello dear readers, thank you for stopping by. I decided, not long ago, to post one of my (many) attempts at fanfiction online for the first time. Yaaay! Initially, this chapter/prologue was much shorter, and (in my opinion) not developed enough. So, I wrote the whole thing all over again. This first chapter is more of a intro to the actual story, but anyway, enjoy it and see you at the bottom to explain a few things.

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CHAPTER I (PROLOGUE)

Void

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There was nothing interesting about her death. The circumstances in which she had come to meet her final breath were boring. She hadn't died protecting someone else from evil, or met any kind of epic ending.

Her death had been dull, boring, uninteresting. A common thing that happened every day and everywhere. Nothing said about it could be described as astonishing, heroic, or tragic. Her final moments had been like her life: annoyingly dull.

Of course, her life hadn't been all clouds and monotony. She had lived it well and never lost an opportunity to do whatever she wished to. She'd been the kind of person to throw everything away on a whim, to fully express herself in the way she wanted. However, if she had done great things and enjoyed living, her life had still been annoying; there'd been nothing exciting about it.

Her life had been short, well-lived and enjoyed, but boring.

The day she had died, it had been a dark, cold, and rainy day. She remembered how she'd thought it was an extremely boring day, wet and annoying. She had never been a fan of water, but now, after her death, it'd took a whole new meaning. From then, water had been proclaimed her enemy.

She remembered not only her painfully plain life, but also her death. It was probably the worst thing she'd ever experienced. The memory of her death was not particularly precise, if anything, it was blurry, like the memory of an evening after a hangover; but its sensations were so vivid.

She still felt the water filling her lungs, choking her; the air wearing thin, the horrible, horrible realization of her fate, and her desperate struggles… At moments, her chest ached, her lungs burned, and she'd realized the phantom pain would probably never leave her.

Nothing could make those feelings disappear; she remembered everything and couldn't forget.

And seriously, who, exactly, did that kind of thing? As far as she could tell, once you died, you were dead.

She would only say one thing: Dying was not a fun experience, and she wouldn't try it again anytime soon.

The Void that came after death, though, was a little unsettling.

It was all around her, enveloping her in a protective shell; warm yet cold, comforting in a way only a mother's hugs could be, but scary at the same time. It was numbing, and exciting… There was no proper way to describe it; she could only describe it vaguely, but she knew for sure that it was a somewhere rather than a something.

It was quite a nice place to find herself in, especially after dying, drowning, cold and alone. The Void's warmth protected her, reassured her, even if she couldn't see anything, not even her own body.

There were times when she could hear voices, muffled whispers she couldn't quite decipher. At others, all she could hear was deafening silence.

She wondered, for a long time, if the Void was what the afterlife was like. She found it a little boring, but considering the circumstances that had led her to this place, she could have ended up with worse.

Sadly, her peace had been disturbed.

The Void, in all its reality, darkness, and silence, started to shrink on itself, little by little, slowly rejecting her. The pressure only grew stronger the more time passed by, and she met a point where she could barely move anymore. Panic settled in her veins then, terror filling her at the idea of what could await her after the Void. She slowly started to suffocate, and abandoning entirely the dream of staying in the Void forever, all she could think about was "Out!".

And the warm, welcoming, and comforting darkness that the Void had been shrunk increasingly, and never stopped to grow tighter and tighter… Until, suddenly, she saw light again.

Her automatic response to it was to scream her lungs off. The bright light, after so much time in the dark, blinded her. Eventually, she ceased screaming, but everything hurt, and she cried. In relief of being free of the Void, of being able to breathe again, or because of the pain, she couldn't say, but she, most definitely, didn't care at the moment.

She opened her eyes, and realized she couldn't see anything. She couldn't hear either. All she distinguished were blurry shapes and soft spots of colour; muffled voices and faint noises she couldn't focus on.

Faintly, she noted being placed in a pair of arms.

What was going on here, anyway? What was up with her being so small? Why was she so small?

Oh. Oh.

She'd never been a religious person. Her family had been Christians, but she'd never gotten into the whole religion thing. God was just a name, an adjective to describe something humanw couldn't understand. She'd believed there was something, but believed it wasn't a specific something. To her, it was more of a universal law than a being controlling your entire life.

Reincarnation, especially, had never been something she'd believed in. It was something that seemed too good to be true; dying and being reborn to make amends.

How ironic it was.

Even if her realization was unbelievable by her standards, she thought, despite the utter strangeness of it all, that reincarnation made sense.

(And if, right now, she stopped lying to herself and started being honest, she would accept that she'd been expecting something along those lines to happen.)

She was now a baby. That happened. She'd died at twenty-eight years old and her soul had been thrown into an infant's body. It happened – probably not as often as she liked to think, but still.

Slowly, her mind processed the situation she was in. She had died, she knew that for sure –drowning of all things, how boring was that? – and it hadn't, most definitely, been a dream. And she was now a baby. Not something she'd expected to say.

How the hell had she been reincarnated, though?

As she knew it, dead people didn't come back to life. Especially not in an infant's body. And even if they could, it didn't explain why exactly she was the one stuck in this impossible situation. Why had she been offered another life? Had Fate found her death as dull as she did, and therefore granted her a new life so she could be original?

She was getting sleepy. The weight of her realization had finally sunk in, and she wanted nothing more than to succumb to Morpheus.

Was she overthinking this? Maybe. Did she have the right to? Absolutely.

A soft humming interrupted her anarchic thoughts, and she tried to get a glimpse of her new mother.

(How weird this situation could possibly get? She had a new mom. A total stranger, a woman she knew nothing about.)

All she saw was spots of black, brown, and white. Not useful, but she supposed the woman was happy to have her. She hoped so, anyway. She hadn't the strength to deal with another family drama.

It didn't matter how she'd gotten into this mess, she realized suddenly. It had already happened, there was absolutely nothing she could do to change it. Well, there was suicide, but even then, she doubted she would get back into her old body, being dead and all; and killing herself while being a mere infant would be difficult, to say the least. That, and she didn't want to die again.

She supposed her only option was to move forward and go along with her new life. And this time, she would make sure to make it exciting, and unforgettable – she would enjoy it to its maximum.

She had to learn her name first before doing anything though. Not knowing it could make her future tricky.

A/N: Hope you liked reading this intro-thingy. Like I said, it's more of way to start the story than an actual, proper chapter. Please let me know your impressions. Reviews are always welcome to help me improve.

I must warn you about one thing, though: this story is more of an experience than anything. I take my time to write, and I'm still in high school so I don't always have the time to write (or even breathe). Therefore, the chapters can come to life quickly or take their time. I will try to post regularly, every two weeks or so, but I don't promise you anything (because let's be honest, I'm not the most organized person you'll meet). Oh and by the way, English isn't my first language (I'm half French, actually) and I've only started to write in english, so let me know if there are any mistakes, mispronunciations or mis-whatever.

On that note, Nanabooks is out.

Edited 01/20/17

A/N: So yeah, I wrote the entire thing again. I was not satisfied with it (and I'm not with the rest of the story, so it's likely to be modified soon). Fear not, once I'll be done, I won't modify the chapters I've already posted (which are I, II, II, IV and V to this day), but please make sure to keep up. We wouldn't want you to miss a mind-blowing plot-twist, now would we?