In a previous post, I briefly thought about how the reincarnation/descendant stuff might work in my rewrite. I thought about using something similar to the Avatar Cycle in ATLA. We'll, I came up with this last night. I have no idea if I'm actually going to go through with this idea, but it's here in case I do.
■ The Divine Warriors reincarnation cycle is like the Avatar cycle. Past lives that are meant to guide and aid you as you get older. ■
When you're a baby, you may have a vague sensation of not aloneness. The barest hints of emotion or an idea or image at the concept of perception.
When you're a child, it's like a loyal shadow. Childlike wonder and fantastical worlds. Old stories and wonder at the tip of your fingers. Freedom in its purest form. Whispers being. They're never cruel, simply a guide. A friend. You know them. They've been with you forever. They trust you enough to reveal themselves a bit more to you. Trust is a precious thing, and you've been given it. You wish to earn more of it.
When you're a teenager, the weight settles like a blanket. There. It is neither heavy nor light. Simply always there. Always in reach for if you need to grab it. It's waiting, and you aren't sure if you should grab it or not. It's been there for so long. You KNOW this presence, but do you ACTUALLY know it? The whispers have turned incoherent. A cascade of noise. You're wrestling with yourself. Memories that are yours but you've never experienced. Emotions to situations you've been in before turning sharper and turbulent.
When you're an adult, the whispers quite again. They've pulled away from your mind. Almost like they realized the harm they caused, only to pull away in apologetics. But you wish they wouldn't leave. Your mind is so quiet now. It's just you and the world and the lessons you've learned. But sometimes, your body or mind works in ways that surprises you. Things you've never done or thought possible occur, and you chalk it up to your own inherent skill or personal growth.
If you are given your Relic, the voices solidify. It feels like a war is torn straight through your body as all the collective knowledge rips into you. The innate power is overwhelming, copper, brimstone, and magic bubbling in your throat. Choking and drowning you. Down down down down until you've sunk so deep, twisted, and reborn to the point that you can't tell if you're descending or arising. New, rebuilt. Your past lives speak to you at once, greeting you. They do not stay long. They pull far away again and only push to the surface of your mind when you need or call upon them. They will act or guide you... depending on what you allow. You must adapt to the choices you make. Your story is tailored by how you live.
