Reincarnations

Under the summer sun you feel the warmth of the brilliant rays, of light granting new vibrant colours to your surroundings. The trees overhead sway with a warm breeze. They shed their winter covers, the layers they sheltered within, and now bravely seek the sun, renewed in -(her?)- incandescence. The birdsong drifts as well as any summertime pollen around you. With a mother’s embrace, a yellow petal is plucked from one of the fresh blooms. It twirls within the winds, as if it were a dancer performing for an enthralled audience. You watch it, captivated by its movements before the winds give way to silence.

The singular petal floats down, before the winds pick up, surrounding you in a tornado of petals. Caught in the gust, you begin to panic—for a brief second you see the faint outline of a Guardian reveal itself. Though lacking in body, the entity looks over you, and you can tell it is judging your worth. With a soft grunt, the petals depart, riding away on a current.

It seems you were granted permission to enter the clan.

In the distance you see a singular flag attached to an ancient looking pole. Having witnessed centuries pass, the wood turned a light shade of gold; it was surprisingly splinter free and well taken care of for its age. The fabric was light, the wind easily swaying its direction, and the cream colored banner was branded with the emblem of the Lightweaver.

“Mrroow?” A tiny voice squeaks just as you feel a brush of softness against your leg. What stood before you was an adorable creature that pounced on four legs and chased anything that moved. Its fur was light and colorful, falling in a pattern of grey and obsidian, and its pointy ears were alert for any unusual sound. Her tiny cheeks were completely covered with long white whiskers and her large, buttercup eyes only held cheerful lightheartedness. Almost instantly, the creature begin to vibrate, a soft purr emanating from it. If inspected close, one could read the tag it wore around its neck. Engraved in gold, the words simply read, ‘Nala.’

With your newfound friend in tow, you begin to pace forward to a new destiny.

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