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Another World: Guardian's Ascension: Azrael
I woke up in a barn. Hugging a pig. Like, an actual pig. I sat up, trying to getting used to my new body. I stood up, knowing that everyone who had known me would be getting word that I was now dead. I stood up, feeling oddly amused by that fact.
Reaching over my shoulder, I was saddened by the loss of my wings, I may be human now, but I will always be a Dark Angel. I still had my amulet, thankfully. I fingered the bloodstone as I stood up, trying to get acquainted with the new body. I am now Lizia Darkpalm, former stablemaid, now supposed to be on her way to school. Looking around the dingy quarters, I notice a small leather satchel, one that Lizia had obviously pulled together in preparation. I slung it over my shoulder, and strode out.
The town I started in was barely such. It was mostly just the collection of a rich man’s desire to be separate from the rest of Winterash. Eight buildings, and a total of thirty-five servants, maids, horsemen, and fieldhands. Walking out on the main road, they all saw me. I kept my eyes on the road, trying not to feel the envy in their gazes.
The school wasn't too insanely far away, so I continued walking. After walking a while, I noticed the whispers. These were always the worst part of waking up. I, Azrael, heir to the Dark Angels, had died. The realization still had to sink in. My spirit had taken over the dead body of Lizia, and with her body reanimated. Her thoughts wanted back in. I gladly let her take her rightful place.
I stood aside as Lizia went back to wondering about her new life. Would teachers like her? What if she has to share a room? Or worse, a bathroom? But what if the invite was wrong? What if this was all a big waste of time and she actually wasn't accepted?
I scoffed at the last one. Lizia noticed this and mentally scoffed. I felt the beginnings of the argument headache, when the personalities fight for dominance. I stepped down, once again letting Lizia have control.
Azrael can’t come back. This is Lizia’s time. I must keep control this time.