Annual Rebirths to End the Empire

PROLOGUE - she protecc, she attacc, but more importantly she gives the angels a smacc

I had messed everything up. But not for the first time. For the 300th time. Probably more than 300 now, just that I had stopped counting. Every year, I was thrown into the body of a new person. Not by choice, of course, but because it was my curse. To undo what was written on paper. To undo what was coming. I ducked under a flaming royal flag, my fingers gripping the charred ruins of what used to be a cottage for balance. The roof had collapsed, and the walls were torn down and bricks were strewn all over the place. A rocking wheel sat in the corner, one leg broken and the others splattered with dried blood. More furniture, and somebody's shoes.

"Im sorry I failed you," I said quietly, in a whisper. Even though no one could hear me. Somewhere, a flock of birds flew, screeching, off a tree. Startled. But I didn't make a loud noise. Someone, or, rather, something else had. My fingers slid off the wood a bit of charcoal staining them. Ah well. I grabbed my sword and looked up. 

The descendant of the angels. Huge monsters glared at me, large, electric blue eyes circled by feathers and wings. Divine creatures. I held up my sword, but the angels weren't interested in fighting. They knew I was going to lose anyway. "Human. We can give you all you want." The angel said. I had no idea where the booming noise was coming from, but I felt small compared to it. So small, like a speck of dust floating in a hurricane. 

"We will turn back the time for you. Your dead parents. Your siblings, that you were forced to kill. Your friends who abandoned you. All those people you could have saved. They will all be united until a peaceful empire, of which you will be the ruler." The angel said, feathers rustling gently. "We'll take you back to earth. Your original timeline. Everything will be perfect." 

Everything I ever lost? At once a thousand things flashed into my head. My family? The portrait I always kept in my room, of my dead siblings and parents? No longer a portrait, but a living and breathing thing? My sword wavered slightly, just a few degrees lower. The large blue eye was studying me carefully. Analyzing my actions. 

Say yes, I thought. 

Why would I say no? 

Say yes to the shining future. 

It's so bright.

And right in front of me. 

Don't say no. 

Just nod, and put down that sword. 

Hey! What are you doing?

Say yes!

Say yes!

I looked straight into the blue eye and said, with unwavering certaintly, voice falt, "No."