Alright, I know what you’re thinking, assuming you read the title of course. “She’s gonna’ say she was reincarnated as a puddle, because she drowned in her previous life.”

But you’ve pegged me wrong dear reader.. For you have just said it for me! Look at that, we’re already starting to understand each other. Nonetheless: I died, due to drowning, and we have to address things as they are, instead of what we want them to be, or what I PERSONALLY think they should be…

But we both know that.

So here I am: water, a puddle, a lake, a stream, a liquid, a waterfall, an ocean, a drink, H20, the friggin’ water cycle, I am the cup both half full and half empty.

That’s just not fair at all, I say...

You’re probably wondering how it actually happened.

Well, I am Charlotte, I’m a stuntwoman, I’m 16 years of- Experience now? What would you call it? That’s not important- My Friends used to call me immature for some reason, and my dream was to do dangerous stuff and become famous. ‘Guess I’ll just have to try again..

‘Shouldn’t you be more affected by the fact you DIED?’ I’m not hearing you ask, since well, there’s no way for me to hear you. I think- Anyways, I’ll answer that later, I’m busy explaining how I died. Have some patience.

Anyways, I may have lied about being a stuntwoman, I was specifically learning how to be a stuntwoman. Now yes, I admit my trainer MIGHT have told me that the Shark Tank was a bit above my skill level.. But why should I listen to HIM?

What’s he know anyway?

I’m better than him, I don’t care how much of his money, or how many trophies, or plaques, friends, years of experience.. Tries to tell me otherwise…

He’s gonna’ be so disappointed in me...

Anyways, you might be thinking I was eaten by the sharks, but no, the jerks decided to watch me drown. Yeah, I drowned. While I was dying, I figured I’d at least fight back, for some hope at my dignity, as futile as it may be.

As for how I might seem unaffected.. I am, I'm currently processing it as it is... It's hard...

But I don't think you want to read about me moping. I better get started.

Looking around, I’m being carried through a white room by somebody, I’m stuck in some sort of.. Vat, I guess? It’s kind of hard to see, the top and bottom of my vat is covered, the rest is glass though.

By Shark Tank my life is taken, by Vat it is returned.. What kind of sick joke is this?

Back to the guy holding me, he has dark skin, his black hair is swept back, with a thin black beard that starts from his lower lip, and lines his chin, up to his sideburns which connect to his hair. Oh, and he has an epic Handlebar Mustache! Man, when I was a kid, I wanted one haha, everyone thought I was so weird. His Lab Coat has like, about two pens in the breast pocket and a notepad, I think. It’s a little messy, he should really clean it. He’s wearing a normal tea shirt, with a simple blue and white pattern. He’s wearing jeans.. Man you walk slow. The jeans have even more pens.. He really seems to like pens.

The room is pretty smooth- *VUSH* The door Sci-Fi opens for us, and the man carries me through. In the room sitting on a chair sits a woman in a large red bell dress that extends down to just above her ankles. On her side is a rapier- The man hands me to the woman, and she stares at me in a way I haven’t been looked at in 15 years.. I’m sorry mom, maybe you were right about being a doctor…

The woman looks back at the older man, listening to whatever he has to say.. Hey, come on.. I’m way more important right now. I vibrate my container, and I grab her attention. She simply laughs and gives me a smile. She says something that confuses the other guy, and stands up. They share a few more words, and she carries me to another room.

*Vush* Goes the next slidey doors, it’s kinda’ neat being carried around, I could get used to-

Oh. My. Gawsh.

We’re in a glass room, overlooking hundreds- no- thousands of mythical creatures! I’m brought to an elevator, and it descends to the bottom. All of the children look at us, and some of them run over to see what’s going on.

I just knew it! I just KNEW IT! I just knew I was in a fantasy world!

OH~ I’m so excited~! I’m gonna’ make so many friends, I’ll rule a kingdom, I’ll be the epic no-nonsense queen that everyone truly respects! And then EVERYONE will have to give me their attention! Hahaha!

I’m poured out into a bowl- Wait a minute- Oh- One of the kids must have brought back a bowl and table- He’s some sort of dragonoid? Brown in color, and covered in dirt.

Before I exit my encased home, I write the words: “Vatty” On it, in a place nobody would notice. Don’t question me, I’ve grown attached!

“I think they may still be asleep everyone, so give them some time-” I push water above my surface, and move my body around. “O-Oh, I guess they’re awake after all..”

“Do they have a name, mother?” The only dragon in here asks mother, walking closer to get a better look at me. I guess everyone calls her Mother?

Mother sits down, and just stares at me. “No, I’m still thinking. I’m thinking of something with Demi in it.” She says, revealing to me that she has not thought much about me.. And what kind of name starts with Demi?

Her expression changes a little, and she rests her cheek on her hand. “You know, this is the last of its race. It’s also- Actually I shouldn’t mention that…” She says, with a reluctant look on her face…

Why am I almost extinct?!

The other children start to lean forward to look closer at me, waiting for me to start doing something.. Hmm.. I compress my body to spray some water into the air, and- An excruciating pain rips through me, and I lose control- My body jets out like a sea urchin, spikey water retracting back and forth to collect the water.

Once my violent display is over, I look around to see everyone has backed away with widened eyes. Yeah, I think I feel the same. Mother moves back over to me to check if I’m okay. “D-Don’t worry, I think they’re okay-” She says, as she holds her hand a few inches away, worried I might attack her. I push some water up, and just about touch the surface of her index finger.

She places her hand against her mouth, and she’s awash with an expression of disbelief.. She lowers her hand and I move around her hand, completely enveloping it. She stares at me for a minute, and she loses control in her arm for a moment. She swings it violently, and I have to do everything I can to stay on! “M-Mother, hey-” One of the children said, making her freeze- “D-Do you think one of US could hold them?” A bunny girl says. Mother stares at her for a moment, until she realizes what she said, then looks at ME for a moment, thinking about SOMETHING. “Oh, uh… Sorry Veloura, I think they need to rest-”

What kind of name is that?

Well.. Veloura is a brown bunny girl, with a soft looking, white skirt that reaches to her knees. It also has velvet accents. Actually, her entire outfit looks like it’s made with Velour- Oh come on.. Is she named after what she wears? That’s no way to name a kid. Her face has thin brown triangles that point to her mouth. There're more triangles, but they seem to separate out her hair from her forehead, it’s weird. She also of course has bunny ears, one of them being folded. And she wears shoes that seem to be the family standard, as in everyone wears them.. Well anyone who CAN wear them.

I guess everyone has this in common?

Mother holds me over my bowl, and I drop into it. Veloura on the other hand, hasn’t given up. She holds her hand over my surface, and looks at mother.. Man, they’re so much larger than I am… “Well, I guess…” Mother says, not completely sure of how safe this is.. Do you not know how to raise me or something?

I compress my body, and Veloura places her hand on my surface. She stands back, scared I might hit her with spikes. When her hand makes contact, she jolts. “AH- I-It’s cold-” She says, making me realize I have no body heat- “And soft..” She continues, realizing how smooth my surface is. “And Squishy…” She says, squishing my body, accidentally pushing her fingers through my surface- My body panics and jets a spike through her palm, her hand jolts back, and her face is a mix of fear, shock, and pain, as she holds her arm in place, to look at the wound, and back at me multiple times.. She watches as blood pours from her palm to the back of her hand.

Some of the kids screamed at the sight, while Mother attended to Veloura. The Dragon on the other hand, starts circling me, not daring to take his eye off me, until he finally reaches me, and picks up my bowl. He looks at Veloura, and speaks up. “Velouravan-Genesis.. Are you alright?” Oh, is that her full name?

His voice is loud, booming, and full of pride. Mother is nursing the wound, while Veloura holds back tears. “I’m fine, Calvin.. Why can’t you stop with the full name thing?” She forces out through chokes and whimpers. Calvin takes exception to this, and shouts. “It’s Calvinaz-Genesis! How many times do I have to tell you this?!” Veloura doesn’t flinch at all, showing her bravery in the face of the dragon. I guess everyone’s name ends with Genesis. Would that make me Charlotte-Genesis?

“Come on Veloura, you know how he gets when you don’t use his full name.” A gray cat boy says, leaning down to check on her, and help mother with the wound. Veloura just looks at him, a face mixed with even more emotions. She stands up once they finish. “I.. I’m gonna’ go clean myself up, just leave me alone…” She says, walking away. This is all my fault.. I’m probably way older than her, I should have more self control…

Mother walks over, and Calvin hands me to her. “Please forgive your new sibling, they didn’t mean to hurt Veloura in the slightest. Veloura will be fine, a little rest will heal her hand right up.” She finishes, then looks at me. “Sorry about this, I guess your name can wait… Everyone, please remember to bring food to your new sibling. Three meals a day, alright?” Everyone verbally expresses their displeasure, but mother has already left me on the table.

Once mother has fully left, everyone drops the act, and they all just stare at me with mixed expressions of their own.

It’s alright, I don’t blame you.. I’d probably be angry too…

End of Chapter 1: “I’ll make it better, I’ll do it right this time.”