I was drifting around the new world Fate had placed me on, trying to decide what to be reincarnated as this time, when a flickering spark of life caught my attention.

It was clearly struggling for life, flashing a brilliant white for one moment, then dimming to almost nothing the next.

It's determination sparked my interest so I drifted closer, drifting down through the large building it resided in and eventually came into a room filled with the wails and animated curses of a laboring woman laying on a luxurious bed and surrounded by servants, she was most likely a noblewoman.

Her hair was a pale blond, her eyes shut with pain and her body swollen from the pregnancy. By her side, a handsome, yet arrogant looking man with long black hair held her hand, trying to soothe her, his face pale and rather queasy.

Another woman stood with her hands on the woman's belly, glowing a pale white as she chanted a healing spell. Ah, I realized, this must be one of the worlds with magic.

The spark laid inside her belly, her baby, I realized. It had continued fluctuate, but the moments of brilliant light were becoming shorter and more dispersed. It was dying.

I felt a rare pang of guilt as I watched the spark continue to valiantly struggle for life despite it's inevitable end. If my powers weren't sealed, I could have saved this brave little life.

I had always admired mortals’ thirst for life and had always envied the death waiting for them at the end of that journey.

But that was it, ONLY at the end, never at the beginning.

Yet I could only stand there powerlessly as the little life finally winked totally out of existence.

That was when I made my decision and slowly drifted into the now vacated body of the baby.

This regret, I would use to fuel my new life with the same determination that that little spark had shown. Living its life for it since I had been unable to let it live as itself.