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Aurora Borealis
A natural phenomenon also known as the northern lights that is primarily seen in higher-latitude regions. Named after the Roman goddess of the dawn, auroras are created by the disturbances in the magnetosphere, showcasing brilliant light patterns in the night sky.
I recalled from one of the various textbooks I read in my free time. After so many years, I finally got to see the luminescent and radiant lights. Years of saving up for a trip to Reykjavik, Iceland to see the aurora borealis just once in my life had been worth it. The green and blue lights were the only source of light I could rely on in the night.
...But it seems that Destiny had other plans for me.
The winds had gotten stronger and the night got chillier as I watched the sky from a cliff overseeing the violent seas beneath it. I didn't see it coming, nor did I feel it, but all of a sudden an abnormal and unnaturally strong gust of wind blew in and pushed me off of the steep mountain, despite the distance I maintained from the edge.
All I could see was the cold and untamable sea as I was free falling from thousands of feet in the air. Panic filled my mind as I tried to brace myself. I'm only twenty-five, I have so much to live for, I can't die now! Six years of college just to die less than a year after graduating, seriously!?
The freezing sea engulfed my body, the water filling my lungs as I struggled to breathe, until eventually I couldn't fight anymore and let my conscious fade. Except that didn't exactly happen.
Aurora
Aurora, come to me my beloved.
I felt a tug from the small of my back, pulling me out of the grasp of unconsciousness. All I can feel is pain, and my limbs felt like they were melting in the water. My soul felt like it was literally being ripped from my body.
(I had no idea how true that was.)
Aurora, my pearl.
My skin started to burn as if I weren't in the freezing Atlantic ocean, and I kept hearing the distinct deep voice of a male. The tugging on the small of my back was getting stronger every second, and that voice became louder and clearer. All of a sudden, I broke out of the surface of the water. I looked up to realize I wasn't in the harsh waters of the Atlantic ocean under the night sky anymore, but in warm calm waters of the Mediterranean sea under the gleaming sun. (How did I know I was not in the Atlantic anymore?)
Yeah, the water definitely went into my head, and I must be hallucinating.
"Aurora, take my hand."
I turn, only for my eyes to meet blazing eyes. Magnetic, sea green eyes, that I couldn't look away from no matter how hard I tried, alluring and enchanting. A man with dark hair as wavy as the ocean tides sat in a canoe, holding his hand out for me to hold. He looked at me expectantly. He started to chuckle at what I presume must be my extremely confused and confounded face.
"Aurora, don't be silly. Take my hand and get into the canoe." The dark haired man says, with amusement lighting up his eyes.
Aurora? My name is not Aurora, I scoffed. But when I tried to recall my name, I couldn't remember, no matter how much I tried. In fact, when I tried to recall how I got into the situation, my memory started to become fuzzy, hazy.
Take his hand. A voice inside my head says and I reach out to grab it. The moment our fingers touch, the world spins and I black out.
My eyes open once again, and this time I was greeted by the face of a woman with a brilliant and beaming smile.
"Aurora Sei Jackson, my pearl." She whispered. She was tired as if she had went through hours of childbirth (she did), but it didn't erase her smile, brighter than the stars that decorated the sky.
Jackson... Sei? The names and vision of the mysterious man hit me with sudden realization, a random memory of a book series I read in my childhood, Percy Jackson and the Olympians. I don't remember much about my past life, but for some reason, that memory popped up into my head. Specifically, what stood out to me was the scene where Percy jumped into River Styx to gain invincibility, his Achilles heel, his only weak spot, the only thing keeping him grounded to mortality. My vision of the canoe mirrored Percy's trip and weak spot, and the man from earlier and the woman holding me mirrored their physical descriptions written in the book. The select few memories I've been allowed to keep by some outside force.
Aurora Sei Jackson, Daughter of the Sea God. The same voice from when I was in the water sounded in my head.
I couldn't help the ear piercing scream that I let out as I realized where I was.
I have been reincarnated into the world of Percy Jackson.