The Never Ending Cycle

Prologue

This is way before (Y/n) but this is still (Y/n). Sorry if it's confusing. But you'll understand later in the story.

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  "Mel, my love, come sit with mommy," said a young silver haired woman.

A small child with electric teal eyes and short silver hair climbed the bed, her small hands gripping the covers for support. Her mother moved her sick body and sat up, pulling her daughter to sit on her lap. Once the child was situated she tilted her head back a looked at her mother.

  "Mel, you know about mommy's power, right?" The older female asked.

  "Mhm," The younger hummed in confirmation, "Mommy's power is always beautiful and enchanting!"

  Slowly the older woman's hair began to gain blue and purple streaks and her eyes began to glow, changing from there usual teal to a blue and purple. Staring at her eyes the little girl gave a smile, she greatly admired her mother's eyes, gentle but fierce. Their moment was interrupted when the young woman had a coughing fit forcing her to turn away her gaze. This concerned her daughter as she turned around in her mother's lap to face her properly.

  "Mommy, perhaps you should get some rest," the girl urged.

  "No, I'm okay," she said in a raspy voice.

  "Madam are you alright?" Asked a maid entering the room.

  "Yes, I'm fine, Elizabeth," she said dismissively.

  The said maid gave a curt nob before disappearing behind the door. The mother's gaze once again fixed itself upon her daughter who looked at her with worry. A smile graced her lips reassuring the young one before her face showed seriousness, confusing her precious child.

  "I shall give you my power," the woman said.

  Before the child could question her mother's meaning she begun a chant:

  "I give you my power. It being both blessing and curse."

  The woman's body started to emit a small blue glow.

  "May it bloom in you like a flower," the glow growing brighter, "as you summon deadly weapons of the past and terrible creatures of the night."

  Lastly the sickly woman placed a kiss on her child's forehead making the area her lips touched illuminate.

  "Yapıldı." *

  The woman's body gave off a great light, almost too blinding to look at. Slowly a blue and purple orb ((picture above))  emerged from the woman's torso, engulfing itself into the young girl. Fear shook the girl to her bones as the orb left her sick mother and entered her small form. The power glowed when it flowed through her veins leaving heat in its wake. If you didn't know any better you would have though lava was running through the girls veins, if it wasn't for the blue and purple glow. The older woman started coughing and knew she didn't have much longer before she was taken by death's kiss. Her body felt much weaker and heavier without the presence of her power inside her. The young girl momentarily felt weak leaning against her mother for support.

  "Mommy, I'm tired," the girl muttered.

  "I know my love but mommy needs you to do something before you sleep," the woman said.

  The girl weakly looked to the one she loved giving a nod that she was listening.

  "Do you remember Tim?" The older female asked.

  "Mhm," the younger one hummed.

  "Good," the older one nodded, "I want you to picture him and say "Realm of Phantoms: Hungry Doll" okay?"

  Giving a small nod the little girl closed her eyes and imagined her favorite play mate. A warm feeling made itself known in her stomach expanding to the rest of her body. Her eyes opened revealing their beautiful blue and purple glow and streaks appeared in her silver hair.

  "Realm of Phantoms: Hungry Doll," said the young child.

  Slowly a small doll began to materialize on the bedside. Skin so pale it seemed like not a drop of sunlight had kissed it, dirty blonde hair reminding you of the sandy beaches, and black glassy eyes soon replaced with eyes so blue it reflected the sky. His piercing blue gaze caught his new masters eyes before he bowed.

  "My Mistress," Tim said.

  The sickly woman no longer understood what the doll was saying to her daughter, all she could her was what resembled haunted whispers. However the young girl understood him perfectly and looked to her mother for enlightenment.

  "What's a mistress?" The young girl asked.

  "It is a tittle in which he has bestowed upon you for you are the one who control him," the woman explained.

  "He's smaller than he use to be," the girl noted.

  "Yes but you will get use to summoning him and when you do he'll be bigger but once he needs to protect he can be a monstrous creature with no mercy," the mother said, "Melody, I need you to listen to me and remember what I am going to tell you, can you do that?"

The young girl had gotten Tiny Tim to sit with her as she listened to her mother. Everything was silent, even the servants had stopped what they were doing and sat quietly expecting the worst. The woman wrapped her arms around the child bringing her into a warm embrace.

  "There are 6 realms, 4 in which everyone knows of, there is the Realm of Gods, Realm of the Dead, Realm of Phantoms, Realm of Hell, Realm of Dragons, and the one in which we reside the Realm of the Living," the woman explained, "you must remember these realms and remember them well."

  "Mommy, are these not the words you use to swear?" The girl asked.

  The elder woman gave a dry chuckle before nodding her head in confirmation. Arms tightened around the child's waist as the woman rested her head upon the small girl. Eyes began to close as breaths began to become short.

  "Mommy?" The child questioned.

  "Melody, you shall live many lifetimes just as I have and shall learn many things along the way. You will love many people, however it is rare for people with the power of the reincarnation wheel to give birth," the woman said

  "Rare?" She repeated.

  "Yes, rare. Those who have the power of the wheel have a 1% chance of getting pregnant. It is also rare to be born as a male, that has a 10% chance of happening," the woman continued, "but it does happen."

  The woman stopped talking and laid back on the bed, the young girl going with her. Tim, the small doll, moving so he was beside the two.

  "Mistress, she's dying," Tim spoke.

  The girl gave a small nod before turning in her mother's hug and wrapped her in a strong embrace. Well strong for her small body anyway. The woman gave a small hum of acknowledgement trying to return the gesture but growing too weak to move.

  "I love you Mommy," the girl.

  "....love..." Came a whisper.

  Her breathing stopped taking with it the small girls restraints as she began weeping. The sound of her sobs told the servants that their Madam was gone. A young adult, a mother, taken by an illness that could not be cured with medicine.

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* Yapıldı means done in Turkish - used google translate!!

Next time: Taken From the Sea