Up until now, I lived life normally as an infant should. Yet I've always had the distinct feeling of being different from everyone else. 

I however didn't bother to think about it. Yet the more it persisted in my mind the more I questioned my own being of existence. Then reality hit as if I was dreaming but I'd find myself in the same place. 

As if every time I try to seek an answer my mind rushes to sleep and brings me back after a series of mind games. I felt as if I'd experienced something during those short moments, yet there is nothing to be recalled. 

Life seems normal, a normal family living in a two story house of wood with glass windows. Life seemed normal until I began to see weapons scattered around the house, a collection of swords, spears, staffs and books. The books at first seemed normal until the maid used one to create some type of earth golem. 

I didn't understand what she'd done at first until today..

"Healing."

I had injured my finger, it was minor but the blood droplets wouldn't stop even though they were short. Mother had come to my aid and sat me atop a desk in which I held out my hand as she said a long sentence that ended with the word Healing. 

It was magical, the surrounding between my hand and hers lit a shiny green with sparkles that seemed to take an effect. As in response the small injury slowly sealed itself as the blood that was soon to exit got pushed back and only a single tear of it was left out as the healing had finished. The maid cleaned the place of injury clean and there was no longer any injury despite the evidence of their being one. 

I was amazed and only looked at the mother who gave off a warm smile and moved to the father who had returned from his exercise. 

....Magic....

Father gave off a smile as he'd approach and lift me from my amazed form. Excitement was the feeling that coursed through my body after witnessing magic. 

Was it normal to be this excited, I don't know. 

Even so the mere thought of magic excited me as I'd continue to stare at mother until a cold steel texture caught my attention on my feet. 

Still in fathers arms, I looked down to the hold of a large sword hanging on his waist into its leather scabbard. 

Cool, was all that came to mind. I reached out to it but father separated me from it as he saw it unsafe and all I did was release a cry to attain such a relic. 

Instead he took us outside to demonstrate his skills. His movements were rough as each swing released a powerful force that even impacted the air around. 

As if he was the one in control over his surroundings, with each swing the grass below and the leaves of the garden bushes and trees blew with each strike. 

He was strong, I could feel it with the mere demonstration of it. I felt jealous of all this, why could that be exactly? 

I have no clue. 

Suddenly a chill came from the gate, I stared at it and began to see a glimpse of a strange yet familiar scenario. 

When, what is this?

A young boy hanged without clothes revealing his average muscular build and regular black hair that extended to his eyes. 

My heart ached, why could that possibly be. I've experienced this but when did it occur exactly?

My surroundings turned dark, not in reality but in my mind as another visualization came of an empty white room. I was alone and suddenly I lifted my head for a second and the room turned to a bloody mess. 

Every seat instantly empty.

Who were they, who was I? Why can't I recall any of this?

"YOU'RE NOT ME SO WHY ARE YOU ALIVE!"

The sound of chains ringed in my ears as yet another scenario came to mind: a dark room. The floor was stained with blood with the center being a chair and someone tied to chains. That was me, it is but I don't recall it. 

Anger was exerted from the body, and it was directed at me but I failed to recall any of these events. 

"Die."

His body appeared beside me as I'd awakened in mothers arms as she smiled and stared at fathers elegance. 

Despite my short time asleep he continued as he was demonstrating his skills to me. 

Why was I worried, I have no clue. 

Was that a former reality, perhaps one day I may find out. 

I released a smile and giggle as father ended his show with a final swing directed at me. 

"To you, Viole."

Viole? That right, I'm Viole but who was that other person?