Darkness came suddenly.

One moment you were alive, breath shallow, thoughts scattered. The next, there was weightlessness. No pain. No sound. Just the certainty that something had ended.

Then warmth.

Not the warmth of life you remembered, but something deeper. Enveloping. A steady rhythm echoed around you, slow and powerful, like the beating of a distant drum. A heartbeat.

Your mind was clear. Too clear.

You realized you could think, remember, regret.

Your past life unfolded intact. Your name, your mistakes, the things you never finished. Death had not taken your awareness. It had carried it forward.

Light pierced through the darkness.

Voices followed, unfamiliar yet impossibly gentle. One was low and controlled, the other warm and trembling with emotion. You tried to move and felt your body respond wrong. Smaller. Weaker.

A cry tore from your throat without permission.

Hands lifted you. Strong hands. Careful hands.

Your eyes opened.

Above you stood two figures, radiant in ways that had nothing to do with light alone. The man’s presence was overwhelming, restrained power coiled beneath calm silver eyes. The woman’s smile trembled as tears fell freely, her aura wrapping around you like a promise.

“My love,” she whispered. “The baby is awake.”

You understood every word.

You were pressed gently against her chest, her heartbeat syncing with the one you had heard before. The man’s hand brushed your hair with reverence, as if touching something sacred.

In that moment, knowledge settled into you like fate.

You had been reborn.

Not as someone ordinary. Not by chance.

You were the child of Lucien and Seraphiel Aurelionne. Born into power. Born into love.

And unlike this fragile body suggested, you remembered everything.

Your past life was over.

Your new one had just begun.

(note: in this story you can describe what superpowers do you have since it’s a fantasy universe)