A Fresh Start

It was dark, I could feel the soft grass on my feet. A gentle breeze ruffled my hair, I was at peace. My eyes opened and before me there was the bright blue sea. I took a slow breath and could smell the salt in the air. It was a clear sky, the sun was bright, and it smiled down at me. I stretched my arms out, and I was embraced by the wind. This was my peace.

I turned to my weaved basket beside me and wore it like a backpack. It's been 20 years since I've lived on this world. I had been reincarnated in this place called Aarav. I originally came from Earth, I had been pushed off a bridge when I was little and been permanently paralyzed. I lived to be 16 years old when my heart started to fail and I fell asleep, to wake up here. I ran through the forest barefoot I had no fear of danger. Everything was as it should be. I lived by myself, my Aarav parents had passed at an early age. But I was adopted by a witch who taught me lots of useful magic spells. Of course being 20 I am a full fledged witch.

I started a little farm for myself and I even have a lovely space cow named Evelyn. No one comes to bug me I live on a remote island. I thought out loud. I whistled for Daemon while using a rope to climb down a cliff. Continuing to run through the forest, there was now a big shadow overhead in the shape of a bird. I waved upward to Daemon a big smile on my face. Just one more hill and I was at the tree house. Daemon settled on a nearby branch. He looked like a beautiful green hawk. I bowed my head to him in respect and he did the same.

I put my basket down and listened to the wind chimes as I worked. Daemon hoped down from his branch to help me sort out the berries and crystals I collected from the forest.