Originally posted here, in response to the lyrics prompt “You don’t need a spaceship / They don’t know you’ve already lived / On the other side of the galaxy”
She opened her eyes to the world around her, her memories already fading.
She’d shared some of them with her parents-to-be beforehand, but there was a bit of a language barrier, an image barrier. They could understand, through careful, patient relaying of images, that this was not her first life. They were predisposed to believe in reincarnation – she would not have picked a host family who were not. The belief would be central to things she would need to do, if her mission were to succeed.
So would their knowledge, however faint, in what she had been before. And it seemed it would be faint, indeed. She hadn’t counted on just how different their peoples were, how vastly separated their languages, even their most basic concepts, were. She found the metaphors that would work, and left notes, signposts, for herself in her forming brain, hoping the two, combined, would get her pointed in the right direction. Then she let go, and was born.
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Oh, that is so very, very cool. And could turn into a novel if you are not careful.
*giggle* oh, gods, not, that one’s way too close to home to try to novelize it!
Really? It sounds like the beginning of a scifi novel. Like the brief prologue, which is followed by: Chapter One Eighteen Years Later
Really. It was fun to write but it was… um… yeah.
Okay. You write a lot of things that I would consider beginnings of either stories or other projects. If it is better for me to just not comment on that, I can.
It only bothers me about one time out of thirty, and about five times out of thirty, you really have a point, so there’s no need to stop. This one, in particular, however, was just way too close to home, if that doesn’t sound insane, considering where I took it.
That makes sense. *nods*
But you & Clare said the same thing (she in the Dreamwidth entry http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/25050.html), so maybe I should ponder it.
Possibly take it in a different direction than you first intended? It is very open-ended. I’ve just read so many novel prologues like this. And, honestly, most were either longer (too long) or not as well written. But it’s your call. If you aren’t going to enjoy writing it, don’t.
nono, It’s fine, I’ll think about it. Maybe pester father-man.
What a great idea! I kicked this concept around for quite a while; wondering how I could find out who/what I was before. Tell me how to uncover the knowledge?