1 Some tea?

My name is Gene Roxanna Armini Yoit or you can call me gray for short. Currently, I am having a very horrible, horrible afternoon. I somehow had been reborn. As if my life wasn't complicated enough, I just have to make a deal with the devil and win. Regret. I had a boat of it. But there was a whole set of laws I have to live by.

Arriving back over a thousand years was not the reward I wanted but it was a good one. However, at this time I was weak. Scanning my mind I pulled my most recent memories. It was the year I went to college.

I've fought long and hard to live a normal life. Trying to have the American dream that didn't ever happen.

Then I had to be stupid enough to come back home for tea with my aunts. It was the lure of good strawberry jam and almond scones that got me into the biggest mess of my life. And the devil. I met him in the mess.

So here I am back where I began, miserable listening to a conversation I rather not hear. The reason was my aunts had decided it was time for the birds and the bees talk. I'm not sure if they know that I'm too old by any standard for that talk and if I was anyone else that ship would have sailed long ago.

Unfortunately, the talk was still relevant since I haven't done the deed yet. My magic wouldn't allow me. The problem was I can't even touch a guy without breaking mirrors. My first date caused mini explosions at the restaurant we were dining, six people were hurt. After two more fail attempts, I accepted my fate and tried to live my life with the limitations.

"I really didn't need to hear all that I am almost twenty-five. Things may have been different in your time."

"We aren't that old!"

I raised an eyebrow. Not old indeed, they were around when Atlantis was still part of our dimension. Not the capital city of the other side as it is now.

"Don't start on that topic. We need to know. Do you even have a clue about it?" Aunt Morgan asked raising an eyebrow. She was the demanding one in their group of three.

"I know what sex is Aunt Morgan. I've seen it enough with Diana." I whined, "Have you been listening to me?"

"My dear, bonding is a complicated process that requires more than sex. It is the binding of two souls to an irreversible gratifying effect. Something that one never regrets or would act irrationally, after all not everything is what it seems to be." Aunt Morgan answered smiling.

I remembered this part of the conversation well. But in my foggy mind, her smile wasn't as sarcastic. There wasn't the sound of self-loathing. But I know she had seers power but she couldn't be that good, could she?