Sometimes, the best story comes from the most unusual places. For me, some of the most vivid dreams would be amazing stories. The other night, I had some amazing scenes appear in a dream that would be perfect for a story.
What’s the first thing that comes to mind when I say reincarnation? Hinduism? Buddhism? Dying and coming back as a dog because you beat them in a past life? Well, all of these answers would be right, but what I want to focus on is how people remember each others souls in new lives.
The setting for the story is going to be multiple places, but primarily will be following the life of a soul from the 1940’s through to modern times. I want to briefly describe some of the past lives and then focus on the struggle she has to find her soul mate one last time.
Like some stories, the two lovers find each other, live in happiness for a short time, and end up dying because they were together. Not necessarily the star-crossed lovers of Romeo and Juliet, but the tragic reality that two people try to be together when they aren’t meant to. If you’ve seen the movie Hancock, it’s similar to that. Two similar people determined to love one another, but fated to die when they’re together.
The premise of the story goes something like this:
Two lovers trapped in a loop of never ending rebirth because when they’re together death follows them. If they remain apart they will live long, healthy lives, but they never do. Until one time, Fate adds a twist that will change the future of these lost souls. We follow the lives of the woman. Through her many lives, she attempts to gain the approval of her mother and the eternal love of her soul mate.
The following is the beginning of a prologue. This is not a cheesy harlequin romance. It has a romance in it, but it will be a secondary plot to the journey of the woman’s soul. This is a work in progress so forgive the lack of flow in this short prologue.
Sometimes it’s the same. I come from a wealthy family and he rescues me from my miserable life. Other times, it’s different and we meet like any other couple. We date for a while, and then we fall deeply in love. One thing that never changes is the ending. If we stay together long enough, we die. It’s the way of the cosmos. Some people just aren’t supposed to be together. The gods will stop at nothing to make sure that it stays that way.
Our lives have ended so many times I can’t tell you which one was the first time. His name has changed, but one thing has always stayed the same, his hair. It’s a bright, soft strawberry blonde. He wears it long sometimes, when he can. Brushing it out of his face or tucking it behind his ear. That’s the easy way to spot him when we are reborn. If he has that long, beautiful hair, I can pick him out of a crowd. If I could remember that detail about him, I would pick him out in a second.
Alas, I’m not so lucky. My mind is wiped clean when I’m born again, the gods are sure to do that to make our lives a fresh start from the ones we’ve messed up before.