Wind rustled in the spruce trees as sunlight twinkled on the ocean and rose above the cliffside. The villagers were waking up and going to work for the day, safe in the knowledge that their golems were protecting them from any threats. Gem lay in her bed, her eyes adjusting to the light flooding in from the window. The memory of her most recent death was all too vivid in her mind. A familiar villager sat by her, his usual concerned expression on his face. Suddenly, she sat up with a start. She remembered. She had a new origin. A new life. Her head was pounding like a thousand hammers. She rubbed the back of her head with her hand. To her surprise, she felt two fluffy fox-like ears. “Huh. Ears. Those are new.” she muttered thoughtfully, continuing to rub her head. She got shakily to her feet. Stumbling over to it, she leaned on the table by the mirror. She glanced into it. Her eyes widened in shock. She looked down at her hands. She couldn’t see them! Surprised, she stood bolt upright. Just like that, her bewildered face was staring right back at her. Curious, she bent down again. She glanced up at the mirror. Nothing. She stood up. And there she was, just as visible as ever! “Incredible…” she said quietly. “Are you feeling alright now, Gem?” the villager enquired. “Hm? Oh! Yes.” Gem said, tearing her eyes away from the mirror, “I feel quite alright, thank you.” “You don’t usually recover this quickly from a death. It’s unusual.” “Hm, yes. I don’t normally, do I?” she mused, deep in thought, “Ah well, I’m feeling stronger this time. I have a good feeling about this origin.”
