On my third birthday, our situation was made public when a burglar came into my father's house. Royalty was always targeted for robberies because of the amount of gold that could be found. This burglar saw us then fell on the floor, gasping for air. Twins were considered witches, but my brother and I were just people. Twins were known to be terrible at magic making it easy to dispose of them apart from one major drawback. The second before dying a twin is granted all the knowledge in this world. lost magic lost people, everything was known to one of the twins. My brother had gone through this phenomenon before me. If I had gone through this phenomenon before him I would not have been ran over by a carriage, and exist in this white space.

I was dead. Undoubtedly. I had never died before so this was a new experience. My mind was black, and I existed just to exist. It felt like I was like this for centuries until a red flash burned into my eyes. It was cold. Super cold. So cold it felt hot. So cold my whole body froze. So cold that when the white space turned black and I was falling I shattered into a million pieces when I landed. I heard a laugh and then felt my body piece together. I saw the face of a woman smiling at me when she then snapped her fingers, and I saw a light. A blinding light so bright that nothing could extinguish it. This is how I met my parents. My new parents. I was reincarnated as a baby. In a new world.