DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I own nothing except this laptop. Which means I don't own Fairy Tail.
Chapter 1
I really never believed in reincarnation.
If you know me, you would always see me as the cheerful, happy-go-lucky and free-spirited 18 year old Anna. I would always spend my days with a smile, never wasting a moment of my life in anything that would bring me down.
Of course, there would be certain moments of my life where my demeanor could crash down and leave me to sulk. But I always have to smile. My family cared for me, and they're already burdened with too much troubles to bother with me. My friends care too, but I shouldn't show my sadness.
I don't want them to worry about my welfare. They have to worry about themselves, which is why I'm always pressured to smile and act like I'm happy, even though I'm not. I can never free myself from my inner conflicts, neither can I ever find true peace.
That is, until that incident.
Once in every person's life will they experience death. Whether it be quick and painless, or slow and painful, they will experience it. And let me tell you, what a terrifying experience it is.
Death… hm, how do you explain it? I'm not sure how to explain since I can't exactly recall my moments, but I do remember one thing.
Do you know that saying that when you die, all your memories and life experiences flashes before your eyes? I guess whoever said that was right, because right before the blade impaled my chest, I saw my very own life— my memories, my friends, my family, everything— flash in my eyes and disappear.
I suppose my description seemed anti-climatic, but I think you get the gist of it.
At that time, I thought it was the end for me. I couldn't do anything. I was annoyed because I wouldn't be able to complete the list of things I wished to do, but at the same time I was relieved.
I didn't need to force myself anymore. I didn't need to smile, no matter how painful it is. I didn't have to be someone's comfort, even when I was the one who needed the comfort most.
Death was a curse for others.
But for me, death was blissful.
When I finally closed my eyes, darkness surrounded me. It was okay though, I have nothing to worry about anymore. My life's over, so there shouldn't be any worries afterwards, right?
Curiosity was another trait of mine, so I couldn't help but wonder; where will I go after I die? It's strange to go to heaven, and I certainly wouldn't want to go to hell. Perhaps I'll end up somewhere in between? I only hope it's a paradise.
I'm not sure how long I spent in the darkness, but I didn't mind at all. It was relaxing, this darkness. There was no one to pressure me anymore. There was no one to console anymore. There was no one to cause me grief or make me doubt myself! I couldn't ask for anything better.
But my peace was disrupted when I spotted a flash of light. I was surprised, then dismayed. Was I going to another place? Another time? Oh no! I want to stay here! I want to stay! I don't want to go just yet!
The last thing I remember was the light shining ever so brightly than before, and a gentle hand reaching towards me.
When I snapped back to my senses, I couldn't see anything. It made me think I was still in that black void, only that there was something wrong.
I felt something wrap around me, swinging me back and forth slowly and gently. I know I couldn't see anything, but the hush sounds of a woman's hums and the sounds of a steady and gentle heartbeat assured me that I was alive.
Alive.
I was alive.
How could that happen? I thought I died. I should've died! Why am I alive again? I should be dead. I should be dead! Why… why?!
As if on instinct, a wail escaped my mouth. I was surprised when I heard a baby's cry the same time I wailed. I kept on wailing, no matter how much I want to stop myself, and so did the baby.
The only problem is, it didn't seem as if there were two people crying. No, I clearly heard only one voice crying out. My eyesight maybe hindered, but my hearing is just fine.
A baby-like cry?
Me, being unable to stop myself from crying?
Finally, realization dawned onto me. I was the only one crying. What was devastating was the fact that my cry and voice sounded so much like a baby's.
Oh god.
Am I a baby?
How? How did it happen? Why am I alive, when I'm supposed to be dead? How come?
I couldn't take any more confusion. I started crying, whether I wanted too or not. A warm cloth was draped around my fragile body, and the sounds of a constant melody filled my ears.
I wasn't sure how long I cried, but I did know that throughout the whole time, someone held me in their arms, whispering soothing hushed tones. Eventually, I tired myself out from crying and fell asleep.
When I awoke the next time, I was still surprised to find myself wrapped in the arms of that certain someone. By the way that person exhaled and inhaled, I could tell that she was sleeping.
I wanted to open my eyes, and see who this person really is. But it was already pretty obvious who held me that time.
I hope I can open my eyes soon. I wonder how my mom looks like...
It was difficult at first to accept my situation.
I mean, would you be able to cope immediately if you find out that you were reincarnated as a baby when you're supposed to be dead?
Sarcasm aside, my days as an infant pass by in a blur. Without myself knowing, I had already grown about half a year old. I was surprised yet again, because my time clock swore that it had only been a few days.
I've been able to open my eyes after a few weeks. As it turns out, I was reincarnated into a world where technology only started to progress. I was also able to finally recognize my mother's face, albeit my vision is a tad bit blurry.
My mom was a beautiful woman with sandy hair and blue eyes. She looked about late twenties or early thirties. She was very beautiful, both inside and out. Not once can I recall a time where she would get mad at me no matter how many tantrums or times I cry like there is no end.
I don't know her name, but my mother was a great person. I never met someone like her. Though I have yet to see my father, it was already enough for me to see her smiling face.
A part of me is guilty for finding a replacement mother in such short notice. But the impulse to love my parents to no end was a trait I was born with before and now. My old parents think I'm dead, but in this world, I was alive.
The thought of being alive… I should be enthusiastic about being able to receive another chance in life. How many people could have this chance? I'm certain only a handful.
But… I can't find the happiness or giddiness to actually be alive. I found comfort in death, because I had no worries. But now that I'm alive, I'll have to start the cycle of smiling every time for everyone all over again.
Sadness brewed inside of me. I don't want to be like that again. I don't want to be like Anna. I'm a new person in this life, whether I like it or not. And I do like it. I do.
And by becoming a new person, I first have to assert myself to a new name.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and eventually the months turned into years.
As of now, I'm 5 years old. You could say 23 if you want my real age, but I would like to remind myself that I'm a new person now. I'm no longer Anna, but I still have to remember that Anna was the person I used to be. I shouldn't forget the pass, but remember it and move on.
In those last 5 years, my only accomplice was my mother, Eufelia Roswell. She was a great woman, and I'll never stop mentioning those words. She was generous, kind, patient— er, somewhat patient— and especially strong.
Strong not only in emotional ways, but in physical as well.
It was an ordinary day in our house, and I had just woke up from my afternoon nap. Rubbing my eyes, I turned to the side of my room and spotted my mirror.
I hopped off the bed, slipping in my shoes and walking towards the mirror. I stared at my reflection, which admittedly for a young child, wasn't bad at all.
Since I was only a few years old, my hair was cut chin length, with the strands somewhat curving upwards. The color of my hair was somewhat similar to my mother's, light and chestnut brown. My eyes though, instead of radiant blue, were also chestnut brown. I was disappointed by this development, but I accepted it either way.
There were also things I have come to accept in this new life of mine too. Such as my new name, Erika Roswell. It was a beautiful name, compared to my old one so it was easy to accept it as my own.
I walked out of my room and into the hallway, reaching the dinner room. I was puzzled when I still haven't spotted my mom yet. Maybe she was tending to the garden again.
I went out of the house, and to my surprise I found my mother standing in the backyard. Her expression was serious as she gazed forward. I blinked in confusion, hiding behind the wall, wondering what she's doing.
She raised her arms and in between her fingers she held a golden key. My eyes grew wide as I realized what kind of key she was holding in her hand.
My hand shook. "No way… That key… Don't tell me…" I murmured, still not willing to believe it.
My mother had her eyes closed as she raised her hand. She flexed it and neared it towards her chest.
"Open! Gate of the Heavenly Scales! Libra!"
A glowing blue circle appeared in front of her. A sound of a clock rang through my ears, and a poof of smoke appeared. When the smoke dispersed, a woman with dark tan skin appeared. Her clothing was very revealing, but half of her face was concealed by a piece of cloth.
I fell to my knees, unable to stand anymore. The shock was too much.
Libra.
That was Libra, one of the Celestial Spirits.
My mom summoned Libra.
She had Libra's key.
She was a Celestial Spirit Mage.
At that moment, never had I thought that reality would be so… surprising. And I thought that the ability to be reincarnated was enough, but it turns out that life was full of whacked out surprises.
I was reincarnated into the world of Magic.
I was reincarnated into the anime Fairy Tail.
So I only did the most sensible thing I could do at the moment;
I fainted.
[A/N:] And another fanfifction! ^^
*knocks head* Uh hello, shame? Shame? *knocks head* Nah, I have none!
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