Main Character's Pov
Hurriedly I ran towards the National Museum of Ireland - Archaeology. The speed I have now was lacking, my mind still remembers the times when I was an assassin in my 34th life in Japan and had the power to go faster than the speed of sound, or when I gained the Winged Boots of Hermes in Greece in my 60th life, allowing me to soar through the heavens.
However my speed even now in the modern era was already slow, I never worked out or ran, finding all clubs purposeless since I couldn't make any teams, so I gave up.
This mentality has carried over into my early-20s now, with a body of a man who has never picked up a weight heavier than 2kg. I had to catch my breath several times but I got there.
Its grand circular building with the dome on top was something I always wanted to see again. Its brick walls always seemed so powerful, as a kid I always thought it was made from magical bricks that could hold back those powerful artifacts. Its a shame that the childhood me would be wrong in just thirty minutes.
I waved through the crowd, eventually getting to the ticket guy, I was about to pass but his hand stopped me. His white, gloved hand although the hand of an old man was still holding me back with very little effort.
'Curse this useless body.... no I need it to be useless for my plan to work.'
He holds out his hand, the handle bar mustache on his face almost from another era. 'Oh yeah a ticket forgot about it.' "Sorry I don't have a ticket, can I buy one." He sighs and says in an annoyed tone, "Cash or card?"
'Annoyed much, you're just doing your job.' I reach into my pocket grabbing out my old wallet, and I look inside and realise it's empty. 'No big deal I can just pay by card. Wait what was my pin number again?'
I stand there awkwardly, my brain working into overdrive. 'Sh*t, what was it, what was it? I keep forgetting so many little details. My faulty memory is kicking in.'
I try to remember as my PIN but my brain gives me nothing. As a reincarnator, you keep forgetting little details here and there. I never could remember the little details. I mean why would I remember my pin code when the world collapses in an hour everytime I get into a new body.
The old man, wrinkles his mustache, his clean black shoes tap the floor, he's getting more and more impatient. I look and see a university group that is about to enter.
I look at him, making my expression as embarrassed as I can, as if to say that I'm embarrassed I don't have any money—and then I run away.
I quickly turn the corner, seeing a grey hoodie on a bench I quickly change out from my green one, with the grey one clearly being three sizes to large. Then I sneak into the group, stealing a red hat from a passer by not watching where he is going.
I straighten my back as much as possible, change the rhythm on my walking and finally take off my glasses. 'Although I'm practically blind I can tell that to many I look like a different person.'
The group walks on, with me inside the group not attracting attention to myself. I could hear the laughter of people on there phones, experts looking at the artifacts, students being dragged along by their old, boring professor and the children running while their parents yell at them to stop. I breathe it in knowing that this will truly be the last time I will hear this.
I move away from the group, clearing my vision by putting my glasses back on. I look through each room taking my time, to look at each artifact's placement, forming a pathway to each in my mind.
I spot a little sister, bored by her older brother's explanation of the latest anime he's been watching. I stop. My hands race to reach my phone, pulling it out with a speed this body's never possessed before.
Unlocking my phone with Face ID, I scroll through the contacts until I reach one: 'Banshee.' I phone that number as fast as I can. The line rings for a long time before someone answers. "What you want?"
The voice sounded annoyed.
I missed this. "Yo, what you want? I'm in the Natural History musuem downtown with my school, remember? I can't talk right now, we're about to watch some dumb documentary in the next room, they're taking our phones."
My voice quickly picks up, a hurried tone escapes from my lips, "Niamh, whatever you do don't go into that room."
My sister sounding weirded out said. "I know you said that this trip would be bad, but not so bad that when the documentary is mentioned that you start to freak out." The laugh on the other side of the phone, is making me remember why her name is Banshee in my phone.
I calm down quickly, although annoyed I speak clearly. "Stop the laughter, follow what I'm about to say word for word." She tones down her laugh now into a mere chuckle sensing the serious tone of my voice.
"Go into the bathroom now, lock the bathroom, not just a stall. Keep the pocket knife I gave you in your hand and wait. Don't come out of that bathroom until you hear my voice."
*Silence*
She takes a second until, I hear her sigh.
"Fine I'll do it, but I'll kill you if I get in trouble I'll kill you." She hangs up. I breathe out the heaviest sigh I could muster. Finally, I saved her. Almost every reincarnation I would phone her, even through my constant forgetfulness I never forget her number.
However I gave up around my 70th reincarnation. I phoned her but she never answered. She was always weary of scam callers or unknown numbers so she would never pick up. But finally I saved her.
I realised the time, the game would start in less than a minute. My eyes start to dart around the rooms. Sprinting I reach my location. In front of a bronze shield, a man stood, bulky, clothes three times the size of my, a person around my age but cleary in better shape.
His face was smooth like a balloon, perfectly shaven, with brown eyes that were warm. His short spiky black hair was slicked back. The muscles on him threatened to burst out of his t-shirt. I thought in triumph, 'I at last have found my shield. Griffin Ward.'
Before I could walk up to him, the ground shook—an earthquake. The architecture, unprepared for such a tremor, started to fall apart. People were panicking, glass shattered around the artifacts, with certain ones even starting to rise.
Then I saw a little girl stumble as crowds pushed her down, panicking and crying due to a twisted ankle. 'She can't walk.' Cracks then started to appear on the beam above her, with the stone archway falling apart. It then fell.
However a big, bulky man swoped the girl up and pushed her away, getting his arm trapped under the fallen stone archway. I smiled, 'You were always like that. Now let's save you.'
End Chapter