Bond: One that will never be destroyed.

Blaire turned two not long ago. Even now you can tell if she grew up she would be an ethereal beautiful. Her eyes filled spirit and her calming smile. The little destruction she’d being doing was no where to be seen. If she wasn’t still a child you would say she acted like a responsible lady. She didn’t have much stamina but she was dexterous trying out to help doing chores in any way she could.

She wasn’t spoiled even though Varden and Caela doted on her.

Maybe it was a positive reaction of what she had seen?

Still the two try to push their ideals about me on to her but her stance was just neutral so they left her to her devices when I was close by. The beating didn’t stop but there was a distance she could be around me, that is only when one of the two are around.

Blaire, had already started building on her vocabulary, though she was clearly the quiet type. From watching me perhaps? She has always been doing that.

I can’t help but wonder why she is so keen about being around me or observing from a distance.

Just like today, the day was already growing dull, night was approaching and I was still out in the back swinging my branch using my time, I think the phrase is wisely… mhm or is it being proactive? I don’t know.

I had my profile to the house. I could feel her gaze on me.

It was never one of fear, but curiosity. Watching from the corner of my eyes I could see her watching, from the door leading out here. She had opened it a little watching me through the gap.

She’s been at it for a while now and it seems she has set herself down, still watching from the gap.

I guess I should rest for a while, even though I wasn’t exerting full force trying to see how I can go, so I wasn’t tired. But I have been at for a few hours. Shocking as it was it’s been two years so I have built that much of stamina.

So I straightened myself, tearing my gaze from her and turn walking towards the tree in the yard.

I have done all that I needed to for the day. Recently I got a few rags from the two because I had really grown out of the one I had. I had grown a bit tall after all. My lean body was toned from the grueling training I put myself through. Was it toned? I think so. It’s a bit difficult to eall but it should be so. And in addition I’m much cleaner this couple of years as I get to fetch my water from the well even though the people looked at me with disgust and the children with fear, but ignored them and went on my business.

I sat under the tree, my faithful branch set on the floor beside me, right knee up and my right had bridged over, left hand on my left thigh which had its foot angled touching the right’s. I lean my head to the back making the decision to close my eyes for a while. The breeze still had a bit of warmth to it and it gave me comfort.

As if waiting for him to close his eyes and fall into sleep the one watching from behind the door, Blaire, stood up. Slowly she opened the door so not to make it creak. She looked back into the room, watching her sides carefully hoping not to be seen by her parents.

Seeing no one in sight she stepped out of the house, slowly closing the door behind her.

Carefully not to make a sound she inched close to the person sitting under tree. There was no fear as she carefully made towards him. Her eyes watched as if she had seen an interesting, extraordinary creature.

It had only been a few minutes and I felt a presence before me. As a warrior, my past lives have been trained to know when a person has animosity, their presence, but this was almost welcoming. There’s only one person I know who had such a presence to her when I’m around, the one who had been watching me train, Blaire.

Slowly I open my eyes, expecting her to be panicked but she only stared, close, with her feet about a couple of steps away, into my eyes like she had seen something so precious.

A gentle breeze blows and the bangs and lose strands of hair—that was tied in a low tail—waved gently.

I prop myself up a bit and she brushed her bangs that obscured her view and squats still taking her time looking into my eyes. A gaze of interest, not of disgust.

Her eyes are crystal clear, like the ocean and sky, yet with the twinkle of a star. I could stare at it, lost into it and never go bored.

She gave me a fond smile.

“Eyes… Pretty.”

That caught me off guard. Everyone who had see me called me a devil, reason being my eyes. Maybe how I also tanked pain, nonchalantly.

With that she took a step forward and threw herself at me embracing me.

Unconsciously my left hand was moving towards to return her embrace. It’s been so long since I felt the warmth of another. All those friends, family torn away from in my past lives flashed through my mind, the memories I made with them. I feel a heaviness in my chest like everything is weighing me down. I feel my eye lids getting heavy and moist. I’d never see their faces again, never hear their voices. The chances of every meeting them is almost infinite. Even if we do meet, it will be under different circumstances, different looks, race, voice and trait. A complete difference from what they once where.

I catch myself pulling back returning my hand to its perch just when the opens wide…

“Blaire!” Scream a familiar woman, terror and disgust etched onto her face.

… and Caela rushes out over to us and peels of Blaire off me.

“We told you to inexplicably to stay away from him.” She told the little girl before she looks to me from the corner of her eyes with disgust. “And you. Stay away from her, devil.”

Blaire turns to look at me reaching out to me, she looked sad, reluctant to part.

Looking at her. In a very long time since I came into this world I felt a pain in my chest. A complicated feeling I hoped to never feel in this lifetime.

My sight fogged up a little and I feel something wet stream down my left cheek, slide down my chin and drop on the back of my hand I didn’t know I unconsciously balled, a tear.

I hate this feeling. I want it gone. I feel weak, hopeless and pained. I don’t want to remember their faces, the feeling of not having them around me. It hurts that I’d never see them again. Those smiles, the memories, their warmth. I’ve lived lives of turmoil and pain and even after they and I are gone into another life I carry their memories which only brings more hurt when I remember… and yet I want it close to me. I want it to accompany me.

I truly envy them, blank, forgotten about the pain, turmoil and living anew…

I remember that in some of the lifetimes where people familiarize themselves with the concept of rebirth they get excited of the idea of living once again. They have absolutely no idea how it is, especially for one such as myself.

They seem to think it’s all glory and fun. But the gore and bloodshed, the reality of humanity and the chaos that exists in those worlds. They seem to think they are and will be unique when they get there that they failed to think of the possibility that their old self will be wiped away. They will forget themselves and be born anew in the one they find themselves.

And should they somehow remember—like me—the previous or more, they forget the memories they carried over, the faces and lives they will miss. They forget the clashing memories and personalities that could make them spiral into oblivion. They think everything will be handed over to them and they will do as they please. How naive. Fools.

Even if I call them that they will forget everything. So there is no point.

There is no fun and glory where you find yourself. There is only suffering and death.

Now I know why we are made to forget each time. To forget the pain, the heartfelt memories and loses. To live a new life free from the pain and sufferings of the old life.

I turn to my side hoping to see the mountain range but from bellow here the houses surrounding the yard also did its part and obscured my view.