FM Challenge # 35 Past Life Regression
Romany’s are continually born and reborn, living life over and over, fulfilling a destiny imprinted on us from something or someone more than can be found in the structure of this life.
In my dreams, I remember, relive that time when we were freer, even then you called us gypsies, never trusting us, always looking at us with one hand on your shot gun and another keeping your children under lock and key.
The world has always seen us as something evil, but in truth we are just like any other.
All but the chosen ones, and for us, life is different, you seek us out because we are different, because we can see or do, you find us, everything finds as each being, human or otherwise wants more.
Born to be what you would call leader of my clan, as had each female in every previous generation, in many ways I was as old as time.
Then, I wasn’t haunted by the nightmares, only the visions of the ancients, back when the Kalderash clan was something of pride, back before we were hunted, back when all came to purchase our weapons, our potions and our dreams.
They’d come to our village for the sword, the second most precious thing to us. It was a sword of power, and a vampire with this sword, would be almost invincible. Our clan was known for its talent in metallurgy, having been craftsmen to the king. Many felt our skill was in our blood, many the passions we had for living, regardless all types of beings came to us not only for our weapons but our sight.
Until this night, I’d never worried about the demons who came for readings, never felt the urgency to flee, not until this night.
Why I couldn’t see things clearly? Was it so I would be cursed to relive this life in all of its alterations? Was it so that I, in the end, would be responsible for him losing his soul, because I was silent? Was it that he would kill me again, as he did so many years ago?
The most beloved of our clan was killed the night Angelus came for the Ainigriv, the sword of power, the sword, thanks to my visions that was taken far away to another clan. Seeking another prize, he drank me dry. Other vampires would have turned me, used me for their gain, possibly it was because he had another dark one with the sight, or possibly it was because he didn’t know what he had, or possibly because this was a song and dance Angel and I must continue to repeat throughout eternity.
I am the gypsy girl he killed so long ago, I am the reason for his curse, I am the first Janna, spirit bound in this mortal coil I now call Jenny.
Muse: Jenny Calendar
Fandom: Buffy
Word Count: 478
In my dreams, I remember, relive that time when we were freer, even then you called us gypsies, never trusting us, always looking at us with one hand on your shot gun and another keeping your children under lock and key.
The world has always seen us as something evil, but in truth we are just like any other.
All but the chosen ones, and for us, life is different, you seek us out because we are different, because we can see or do, you find us, everything finds as each being, human or otherwise wants more.
Born to be what you would call leader of my clan, as had each female in every previous generation, in many ways I was as old as time.
Then, I wasn’t haunted by the nightmares, only the visions of the ancients, back when the Kalderash clan was something of pride, back before we were hunted, back when all came to purchase our weapons, our potions and our dreams.
They’d come to our village for the sword, the second most precious thing to us. It was a sword of power, and a vampire with this sword, would be almost invincible. Our clan was known for its talent in metallurgy, having been craftsmen to the king. Many felt our skill was in our blood, many the passions we had for living, regardless all types of beings came to us not only for our weapons but our sight.
Until this night, I’d never worried about the demons who came for readings, never felt the urgency to flee, not until this night.
Why I couldn’t see things clearly? Was it so I would be cursed to relive this life in all of its alterations? Was it so that I, in the end, would be responsible for him losing his soul, because I was silent? Was it that he would kill me again, as he did so many years ago?
The most beloved of our clan was killed the night Angelus came for the Ainigriv, the sword of power, the sword, thanks to my visions that was taken far away to another clan. Seeking another prize, he drank me dry. Other vampires would have turned me, used me for their gain, possibly it was because he had another dark one with the sight, or possibly it was because he didn’t know what he had, or possibly because this was a song and dance Angel and I must continue to repeat throughout eternity.
I am the gypsy girl he killed so long ago, I am the reason for his curse, I am the first Janna, spirit bound in this mortal coil I now call Jenny.
Muse: Jenny Calendar
Fandom: Buffy
Word Count: 478