If she were going to be forced to live again.

  If she was to be forced to hold onto other worldly knowledge then at least shouldn’t she be given a life better than the one she had before?

  What could hate her as much as to curse her to a world destined for destruction and pain.

  She couldn’t think of anything she’d done in her life to warrant a punishment of being placed into a fate of awareness but a lack of ability to protect herself. Laying in a body two small to even move the way she wanted to. Laid next to a creature that by the marks on his skin she knew he would grow up top be a monster, a sadistic murder.

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  One she only read about in the pages of a scroll.

  A scroll meant to be a fictional warning against the Magistrate’s fascination with altering humanity to its purposes.

  An act that should only belong to the Gods.

  If this was the act of the Gods, what could they expect of her?

  Expect, of her laying there like and abandoned toy of their higher being.

  She kept glancing at the creature of warnings.

  Zephyr.

  Notated to have no capability of empathy, born with a bloodlust and hunger for life’s energy that could never be satiated.

  `   A little thing that never cried simply watched everything waiting for the capability to enact his plans.

  He would most likely be the death of her.