Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Nathan was so young, so vibrant-how could he just give up his life so easily?

A promise?

What promise?

Something clicked in Nathalie's mind. She rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window and peered down. Nathan stood there in his white pajamas, still as a statue in the soft morning light.

He looked up and smiled at her, gentle and content, as if he had no regrets.

Tears streamed down Nathalie's cheeks. She shook her head over and over, her voice cracking. "Nathan, come back! Please, come back!"

But Nathan didn't budge.

Panicked, she tore down the stairs, chest heaving by the time she reached him. Bent over and gasping for air, she pleaded, "Nathan, your body's still warm- please, just go back! Do you know how devastated your parents would be if you left like this?"

spun and gathered, slowly forming a shimmering mirror. Nathalie stared as the mirror showed a little boy curled up

in the scene, holding a twisted toy meant for some sick pleasure. He crept closer, wearing a

look at you, prettier than most girls. If I handed you over to

that, the

...

wide. Her whole body shook in horror. "No..." she

someone had ripped open her mind, sweeping away all the dust

rushed in from

to knees, clutching her head as pain shot through

She remembered.

straight into her bones- impossible to shake off,

She remembered carrying that

boy home on her back. She was barely more than a child herself, just trying to save