The Rebirth

She had to wait more than forty years until the next person arrived.
But she had all the time in the world, all the people to watch over, everyone to protect, all her duties to perform. And she had peace. Everything was well.
When he finally arrived, Elena was already Beyond. He was already Beyond. They both remembered, and with that memory they were brought together.
Delia Elizabeth Arthur- a gentle, blonde-haired, starry blue-eyed 20 year old woman in a British 1870s dress- walks up to 23 year old Adam Jeremiah Fletcher- a man with a sharp but crooked suit, glasses, and tidy brown hair.
Simliarly, 16 year old Elena Maya Rodriguez walks up to 16-year-old Benjamin Sawyer. They both grin at each other.
There are both in Elysium, the Egyptian Beyond, and heaven’s abode; very separate, and yet, very not. All the same, and all different. Layers upon layers upon layers.
“Been waiting for quite the long time,” Elena told Benji, jokingly. He smiled at her, lovingly, full of love, full of life, full of peace. In the Beyond… all there was was love. And love and love and love. It was so amazing how simple it could be to love and love and love and love all you want and get love and love and love in return. All you had to do was give the love. Why wasn’t it this easy on Earth?
Benji shrugged. “Not my fault that you dipped out on me in our last meeting.”
“You mean when I saved your sorry behind?”
“Yes. Very heroically. When you go down, you really go down in flames, honey. Literally. I think you set the place on fire.”
Elena laughed, happily. Benji continued, “And waiting… it’s like nothing here. Waiting here is beautiful. I remember. So you have no complaint.”
Elena laid her head on his shoulder, hugging his waist. In another layer, she’s with her fellow Hunters, laughing around a table. In another, she’s talking with her brother. In another, she’s thirty-year-old Delia Fletcher, kissing her husband.
In another, she, Wyn, and Benji are hugging, laughing, in Egyptian paradise.
“I told you,” he said. “Another time. Another place.”
“Smart boy,” she said, reaching a hand behind his head to give him a long, slow kiss. When she pulled away, she told him-
“I saw that you took care of my city. I wanted to tell you that when you came up the last time, but you reincarnated almost immediately...”
“Also, I talked to your parents. It was hard coming up with such a detailed lie. I was pretty proud of myself. Did you see them?”
“Yes. They cried when I met them at the gates. Of course they died together.”
“Annnnd I didn’t mess things up with Wyn.”
Elena beamed, happily. “I did see that. And I also saw you loosened up to the Greeks and Romans! But… most importantly, you kicked Setti’s butt for me. That’s what you even said. For Elena. That was sweet.”
He coughed, laughing. “More like James did. I mean, the kick Setti’s butt part, not the For Elena part. This is all old news, girl.”
“Old news but good news. If you hadn’t…”
“That would’ve been bad,” Benji commented. Elena let out a pure, happy laugh.
He is Adam Jeremiah Fletcher, and Benjamin Sawyer, and Rashmi Madala. He’s had two wives. He’s believed in five different mythologies in his three lifetimes, and he will probably be Reborn for a fourth.
And Elena couldn’t care or love him any less. She wouldn’t have cared if he only believed in one mythology, or was never Reborn at all, or had fifteen wives. It’s all love. There’s always time, here. There will always be another layer, another section of him that has time for her. And there will always be a layer of her that has time for him.
Heaven- in all shapes, forms, or variations- will always be an infinity of infinities.
Love is everywhere. And the more everyone has, the more everyone gets.
This is the Beyond. This is On. There was once a story of what it was like to be Reborn, but the Fates have put away the spinning wheel- for now. Maybe there will never be another rebirth of that soul. Maybe there will. Maybe it will be soon. Maybe it won’t be until millions of years from now.
Once upon a time, there was a girl. And she made many, many different decisions.
And she was, is, and will be happy.

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