"‘Reincarnation, literally 'to be made flesh again', is a doctrine or metaphysical belief that some essential part of a living being (in some variations only human beings) survives death to be reborn in a new body. This essential part is often referred to as the spirit or soul, the 'higher' or 'true' self, 'divine spark', or 'I'. According to such beliefs, a new personality is developed during each life in the physical world, but some part of the self remains constant throughout the successive lives.’" Professor Adams quoted from memory.
"That’s from Wikipedia," he continued. The professor had been standing on the terrace for quite some time, watching the sun slowly emerge behind the pine trees. The lake was smooth like a mirror; reflecting the red sky and thereby doubling the beauty of daybreak.
"And that's all we want the world to know about it." He turned his back on twilight and entered the club house. Marcus quietly followed, knowing that the professor would soon cut to the chase. After sitting down in his favorite chair, he did.
"With your newly acquired skills, I’m sure we can change the world. During this time that I’ve been your teacher, I stopped thinking about you as a student. You are like a brother to me." Marcus halted for a moment, soaking in the words that had been spoken. He had thought many times about how it would feel like to have a brother of his own. He shook the professor's hand, nodding slowly, and answered:
"To me you are still a respected teacher, someone who has given me tools to make a difference. You are wise in ways I can only hope I will eventually understand. You have taken the role of the father I never had and given me a place where I can feel accepted. You are my mentor, and I am honored to be your student."
An awkward silence shattered into an absolute silence. The professor started to giggle, in the same manner as when giving his students a surprise tests in History. It only lasted for a few brief seconds. He suddenly turned very serious, and put his hand heavily on Marcus's shoulder. He was frowning in a typical, teacher-like manner.
"I can smell sarcasm and ass-kissing from three lives away. Are you somehow misled, thinking I might reconsider that B- you're getting in history? After everything we've been through, you still couldn't find the time to study for the exams?" Again, they shared a moment of silence. The professor winked at Marcus.
Their common sense of humor was reflected in the laughter that began to echo through the walls of the clubhouse, spreading across the scarred landscape outside. It took them a while to get back to their senses.
"All the things I said were true - regardless of what you might call them," Marcus was fighting to hold back tears. The professor was smiling:
"I know, son. And you're getting a straight A.”
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"Shaman" is a novel I'm writing, following the adventures of Marcus Lee. During his second year in high school, Marcus finds a book with a peculiar symbol engraved on the cover. As Marcus digs deeper into the mysteries of the book, he learns about controlled reincarnation. The book becomes important to him, so when it is stolen, Marcus is committed to find the thief, no matter what.
