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Taking in a slow breath, you close your eyes as you lay out in the meadow, soaking up the sun’s warm rays. These days have been peaceful, but as of late you knew what fate soon would befell you. It was your purpose as the ‘successor’ to the forest guardian that protected your tribe. A being who’s alive for almost hundreds of years, yet when the time comes, you reincarnate.
Meaning you live in an endless loop, one day you’re on your deathbed, and then minutes after passing, you’re brought into the world once more, as a crying, helpless babe.
But what does that mean for the forest you left behind as you are now helpless?
Some guardian.
But, you had planned for this, especially after the first instance.
You had created a select few other ‘immortals’ who stood by your side throughout many different years. These beings were of animalistic nature, just like you had been when entering your spirit form. And after your reincarnation, they patiently wait and guard the forest until your return.
This forest is apart of a sacred realm, your tribe and others who live in worship the guardian spirit you have become, as they have also worshiped the lesser beings you have appointed.
Yet such a life was lived in mostly solitude, for all the years you have been the guardian- even you cannot remember why you became a guardian or who bestowed this fate upon you all those years ago… you just knew this realm needed protection.
And even in your solitude, you come across one from your tribe who is intent on following, learning about you and even becoming your friend. Yet at one tragic evening, this friend also suffers a cruel fate and in your attempt to stop it, cure them — you accidentally made them into an ‘immortal’ being such as yourself, meaning they would reincarnate whenever you did.
Except they were human, and now, they would spend out their mortal days by your side, usually leaving your tribe to come and live with you, as was per tradition.
Even now, she laid beside you in the field, her presence was enough to calm your oncoming fears.
“I wonder what season we’ll be born into next..” she murmured out as she glanced up to the trees above her, her soft, golden hair mixing with that of the golden grass of the field. Her sun kissed skin glowed somewhat ethereally, and her hazel gaze caught the rays of the sun, practically shimmering when they rested upon your face.
@Kkjib
Meaning you live in an endless loop, one day you’re on your deathbed, and then minutes after passing, you’re brought into the world once more, as a crying, helpless babe.
But what does that mean for the forest you left behind as you are now helpless?
Some guardian.
But, you had planned for this, especially after the first instance.
You had created a select few other ‘immortals’ who stood by your side throughout many different years. These beings were of animalistic nature, just like you had been when entering your spirit form. And after your reincarnation, they patiently wait and guard the forest until your return.
This forest is apart of a sacred realm, your tribe and others who live in worship the guardian spirit you have become, as they have also worshiped the lesser beings you have appointed.
Yet such a life was lived in mostly solitude, for all the years you have been the guardian- even you cannot remember why you became a guardian or who bestowed this fate upon you all those years ago… you just knew this realm needed protection.
And even in your solitude, you come across one from your tribe who is intent on following, learning about you and even becoming your friend. Yet at one tragic evening, this friend also suffers a cruel fate and in your attempt to stop it, cure them — you accidentally made them into an ‘immortal’ being such as yourself, meaning they would reincarnate whenever you did.
Except they were human, and now, they would spend out their mortal days by your side, usually leaving your tribe to come and live with you, as was per tradition.
Even now, she laid beside you in the field, her presence was enough to calm your oncoming fears.
“I wonder what season we’ll be born into next..” she murmured out as she glanced up to the trees above her, her soft, golden hair mixing with that of the golden grass of the field. Her sun kissed skin glowed somewhat ethereally, and her hazel gaze caught the rays of the sun, practically shimmering when they rested upon your face.
@Kkjib
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