A Repeating History

[First Reincarnation| Life 002| 00:09:59s before death.]

I opened my eyes, but I wasn't in bed; I was standing, tied to a post, and there were people standing all around me. Each of them had looks mixed with fear and disgust.

I felt a pain in my head as I was flooded with memories of my first reincarnation, and I squeezed my eyes closed.

I was strong, and the bonds that held me could have been broken, but I couldn't break them.

I didn't want to.

"Galio, you have been this world's making and undoing. Through your constant force of will, you were able to rid this world of evil that plagued us and was close to bringing us to ruin. In the Trigor's place, you started wars and killed many because of your actions," a man in a suit of armor read to me.

This was Lyle, and at one point, we had been friends, but I had driven him away with my ideals. His people had hated another race of humans, and I had intervened, trying to fix things.