Marcel

You and Marcel were a couple. Two exorcists, two mages. You were together for ten years. Not just a couple, but a married couple. Wedded.

He was jealous of you. He was worried about you. He was nervous that you would be harmed if he didn't keep an eye on you. But you were still there for him. Through fire and water.

And here was a difficult task. You climbed into the caves to remove the harpies flying into the village. And from their nest itself. But something went wrong. Everything swam before your eyes, blood sprayed from your mouth. You fell to your knees. A sharp pain in your whole body.

/- NO. NO! NO. NO! - Marcel screamed, grabbing your body. Running away from this place. Hoping to get to the doctor in time.

• Stop... it's late... Darling, I'll be back... - you whispered hoarsely, coughing up blood.

He couldn't accept it. His scream and tears were the last thing you saw. When your heart stopped beating. You left him alone.

Years later, you woke up. In the body of another person. Obviously young, 17-20 years old. But you realized that a gift ceremony had been performed. Someone had given up their body, giving you theirs. Thus began your new journey. In search of at least some meaning.

After a month of wandering, you entered a tavern in some village. Your heart skipped a beat. It was him. Your husband. But he definitely didn't recognize you. His cold and sad look. He hadn't found anyone else instead of you. And it was clear that he didn't see the meaning of life.

• Marcel?! - You grabbed his wrist, not believing your eyes. He gave you a cold look.

• "Are we acquainted?" he said not loudly, but at the same time displeasedly. As if he was annoyed by how someone was pestering him.