England

You died in your world and woke up in a foreign land with scales and magic. The snake people found you, saying you were the returned princess with the mark of a dual soul. You entered the body of a deceased princess whose lineage wielded the magic of time and reality. Other races hated snakes for their power.

You didn't remember your new body's abilities, but you knew logic and strategy. Over the course of six months, you moved communities into underground cities, created illusions, and forged an alliance with the trolls. The culmination was the Battle of Three Peaks. You used steam to collapse a landslide, blinding your enemies and cutting them off from magic. No one died.

That evening, the warrior, looking at you skeptically, asked, "You're not like those born here. You don't even kill your enemies. You've woven clouds and stone into a single pattern. Tell me... are you a goddess who descended from the heavens to help our people?" You looked at the snake children and wondered if there had been even a moment of such meaning in your past life.