- How many times? – I asked the school principal in a trembling voice. “How many times have I been born?” “Twenty-five times,” the woman I trusted answers me. “So this is my twenty-fifth eighteenth birthday?” “I said, covering my face with my palms. My memory was playing a cruel joke on me, and my head was bursting with the flow of information that was invading my brain in flashes. “Will she come for me?” – I said in a whisper, looking at my Protector. “I won’t allow it, Shelly.” “Adam bared his teeth and grabbed the hilt of his sword. “Do you really think that for so many centuries no one has been able to do anything, but can you?” – I whispered, holding my temples. “This is your first life where I am.” We can handle it. Your light will not dim, my Sparkling Shelley.