Chronic Reincarnation

Chapter One

The Beginning

Hello, my name is Jamin P Rose, but you can just call me Jamin. I suppose that you’re wondering what this book is about. This is the story of my life, I am writing this because I was told that it can be therapeutic and can help you work though bad memories. Though I feel that I should describe what I look like, so that you can better understand, and picture, the situations that I have gotten into. I am a Pegasus Pony; I have a light pink coat, and a dark greenish mane. My eyes are a blue-green, almost teal color. My appearance may be a bit feminine, but I am a stallion. My cutie mark is a rose with a tear drop falling onto it.

I earned my cutie mark a while after my father died, I was taking care of a rose bush that I had planted in his honor, it was on the anniversary of his death, when I was trimming and taking care of that bush, I was crying while I gathered roses to take to his grave that afternoon. As my tears fell onto the roses, I remember that I wasn’t the only one who had lost someone, and that millions have lost family members. I felt selfish and sad for everyone who had lost someone dear to them, so I set about collecting roses from all the bushes that were in my yard. On that day, in the afternoon, I went to the cemetery and laid out a rose on each grave. The last rose I left was on my father’s grave and as my tears fell on that rose I earned my cutie mark. It does make sense that I would gain such a mark, a mark of a tear falling onto a rose. I was born with extreme empathy, I could always feel others emotions, and tell when they were sad or happy, angry or confused, etc. So when I placed the roses, I realized that I could give people something that they could bring as an offering of memory to their loved ones. When I set up my flower shop, I honestly expected to end up out of business, I am certainly no earth pony, and no expert on growing flowers, but every time someone came to buy flowers, weather it was for a passed love one, or someone who was still alive, I felt happy and was praised for having such nice flowers.

Alas, tales of my time selling flowers is a story for another day. This is my life story after all. So now that you know what I look like, I think I should start explaining why this book is so long. Some would say that such a long book is not possible, since you can only do so much in a lifetime. Since some ponies would say that this is too long for one life, I will be frank with you, it is, but then again, this isn’t my first life here in Equestria. Before you go asking, I am not a god, nor am I “immortal” in the sense that I cannot die. I can, and have, died; I have done so many thousands of times. I am what others, who know of me, call a Star Soul. A Star Soul is a being that will continue to be reborn, with only one purpose, which is to watch over The Princess of the Sun. I have, for many thousands of years, watched over her. I have made sure that she was okay after every war, and I have watched as she has become a great leader. To some, the name Start Soul would make them think that I server Princess Luna, for she lays out the stars each night, but this is a misconception. While stars are the responsibility of Princess Luna, they are just like the sun, balls of gas that shine in the night sky, and they share the same type of energy that the sun has, just in smaller amounts. I do hope that what I said makes sense and clears up any confusion you may have had, for I server Princess Celestia.

Princess Celestia, she is like a daughter to me. I was created at the beginning of her life, to act as a guardian and protector. I would guard her deepest secrets, and protect her from her own abilities if they were to ever get out of hand. For all of my thousands of lives I have been ready at a moment’s notice to go and aid her. The last time I was called to help her was when Nightmare Moon attacked for the first time. That was the worst battle of my life, and it was the most saddening. That battle saw the fall of Luna, who was a sweet soul. Not only did the battle see the fall of Luna, but it saw the fall of my lover.

My lover… it has been a long time since we last met, last life time I think. Although, that is beside the point. My lover he was magnificent, his silvery hair, and light red eyes would send chills down my back, and when he would hold me close it was as if all the stress I had simply melted away. His dark grey coat was always so soft. His name, the one he has used since he was created, is Willow. He chose this name based on his abilities, he is agile like the wind, and his combat magic is normally unmatched. I have told you that I am a Star Soul, but what I forgot to mention is that I am the only one of my kind. Unlike me, Willow is not the only one of his kind.

Willow is, for all intents and purposes, my opposite. He, like I, is tasked with watching over a Celestial Princess. While I watch over Celestia, he watches over Luna. He is also immortal, but in a different sense, for he will not age and will not die. He is a “Fixed point in Space and Time” as an old friend once put it. He is, what stories call, a vampony. While he needs blood he can also eat normal food, he just can’t live off of it for too long.

I suppose that I should explain what a vampony is; a vampony is a pony that has been influenced by the power of the night to making them stronger, and more versatile. Their race, up until the war against Nightmare Moon, was quite large. There were well over five thousand of them, they made up the Lunar Guard and would work all around Equestria in the most dangerous places. They were very resilient and had few weaknesses. Their main weakness was not garlic, or sunlight, nor religion or silver, no; their weakness was much more profound. They could not die and as such they could not breed. Their race is stuck in time, unable to move on, unable to age. Willow once told me of this “curse” as he put it, since they could not die, age or give birth, they were forced to exist without end. Though, rumor has it, that once every thousand years they can, with the help of Luna, enter a stasis that is without end, so long as Luna does not enter the area where they rest. They were once the mightiest force in Equestria, until Luna’s last act; by mere chance Luna was able to gain control long enough to send away the Vamponies and force them into a hibernation without end. While they could be created by Princess Luna, they could never make more of their own kind without help.

So when Princess Luna became Nightmare Moon, the Vamponies became her hammer. That battle was the bloodiest that I have ever witnessed. While everyone believes the white lie that it was simply Princess Celestia who fought against Nightmare Moon: that is not the case. It was a war, a full-fledged war. The last battle has left many bad memories that refuse to go away. I suppose I am dodging the main point. This battle saw me and Willow going head to head, his ranged combat against my close combat. It was a painful time, and neither of us wanted to fight, but we had no choice. I can never disobey an order from Celestia, and neither can Willow disobey an order from Luna. We fought, and much like when Celestia and Luna went head to head, the devastation was huge. The personal defenders of the princesses need to be powerful, and powerful we were.

If you were to compare our power levels to the princesses’ we had about half as much power as they did. While the princesses could control all of their power, we could not. While the princesses leveled the throne room, we leveled half the castle, simply because we didn’t have enough control over our abilities. The battle was intense, and the wounds sever, but we had no hard feelings towards each other. When our own battle came to a close with our last attacks, we actually apologized for what we did to each other. Willow knew that Nightmare was going to be beaten and allowed me to launch him far off into the wilds that lie to the east of the Everfree Forest with the energy of my last attack.

In the end, after all was said and done, that battle left me mortally wounded, though I feel that I should explain a bit more about my own strengths, and specifically, my endurance. Most think of a mortal wound as something like being stabbed in the gut, or having a spear rammed into your chest. That is not the case for me; I can take a lot of “punishment” and have a better chance of surviving a stab to the gut or a spear rammed into my chest. If I am mortally wounded, then you would expect to see me with at least two missing limbs and large chunks of my torso missing. I could survive the loss of a limb, and the spear in my chest, but after a point my body just won’t be able to survive. I knew my limits in that battle I reached them.

I knew that I would be born again, and that I would be able to see Willow and the Princess again. While I knew that I would be able to return, I was still sad as that life slipped away. It was a good life; I had a great father, and a loving mother. Fortune rarely shines on me in the form of good parents, so I always miss the good ones that I have, but that’s enough of the sad stuff for now.

I think it might be best to explain how my abilities work; it may help you understand how I manage a few things. The basis for my abilities is the energy of the sun, or in simpler terms, I command fire, light and heat. These abilities let me do many amazing things. I can create constructs, beings made of mass that are sentient, and walls of fire that burn anything that is hostile to me. There are many other things that I can do, and most of it relies on my creativity. I once created a castle of pure light in the middle of a battle field, the raw and unrefined light harmed only the enemy while the royal guard were unaffected by it. With the abilities that I have I can do a fair few things that aren’t even combat related; things like cooking food faster, lighting candles without a tool, building bridges out of light to help others. So, I guess that makes me an all-around useful pony.

I suppose I could tell you a bit about Willow’s powers as well, given all that we have been though it may be helpful. Willow’s powers are similar to mine, except the opposite in a way. Willow commands the darker arts, such as necromancy and demonic summons, but he also controls moon light and shadows the way I control light and heat. He also controls the powers of water, and as such, balances out my power. While my power requires free and unrestrained creativity, his powers require strong and concise patterns and designs to be effective.

Well, now that I’ve finished that tangent, I think I should tell you a bit about a couple of my past lives, specifically some of the ones after Nightmare Moon’s attack.