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Chapter One: Echoes of War The hum of distant memories buzzed like static in the back of their minds. In the quiet suburbs of modern-day Pennsylvania, two young men sat at a dimly lit table in a small, cozy coffee shop. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint scent of rain from outside, setting a strangely nostalgic atmosphere. Technodark, a slim, decently built man with piercing blue eyes and an air of quiet intensity, stirred his coffee absentmindedly. His real name was Will, a 24-year-old from Pennsylvania, but his friends had always called him Tech. Opposite him sat Pizzacat2040, known as Pike, a slim, decently built 20-year-old from Iowa. Both had met online, bonding over a shared fascination with history, particularly the harrowing years of World War II. As they sipped their drinks, an old conversation resurfaced, one that had sparked their unique friendship. They had discovered, through late-night chats , that they both had lived past lives during the war. one that felt more real to them than the ordinary lives they led now. "So," Will began, his voice low and thoughtful, "You were an officer in the Waffen SS?" Pike nodded, his expression turning serious. "Yes, in the SS division 'Das Reich'. I was known for capturing Belgrade. My rank was SS standartenführer by the time I died." Will took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting the weight of Pike's words. "And I was a paratrooper in the 101st Airborne Division. We were deployed on D-Day. I remember... I was known for my kill count." His voice trailed off as memories flickered in his mind, as vivid and haunting as a black-and-white film reel. They shared a moment of silence, each lost in their own thoughts. The past lives they spoke of were not just figments of their imagination; they were etched into their souls, influencing their actions and thoughts in inexplicable ways. "How did you die?" Pike asked, breaking the silence. Will's eyes darkened. "Our plane went down. Most of my team was killed in the crash. Those of us who survived were either killed or captured. I was captured and sent to a POW camp. I tried to escape once, even managed to get pretty far, but I was killed shortly after. I tried to free my friends... but it was too late." Pike nodded solemnly. "I died from a tank shell. It was quick, I suppose. One moment I was giving orders, and the next... nothing." Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of their food. The mundane act of eating brought them back to the present, but the weight of their shared past lingered. "It's strange, isn't it?" Will said between bites of his sandwich. "If we had met back then, we would have been enemies." Pike smiled faintly. "Yet here we are, friends in this life. Maybe it means something. Maybe we're supposed to understand something about those times through each other." Will nodded, contemplating the idea. "Or maybe it's just a way for us to remember and honor those lives, to never forget what happened." As they finished their meal, the rain outside began to pour harder, tapping rhythmically against the window. The past was a heavy burden, but together, they found a way to carry it, to learn from it, and to seek some form of redemption in the present.
