《Purpose: A story of Reincarnation》


 The Short Life of one Tristen Mors - Part One

    This Story starts with a tragedy and a miracle. Richard and Mary Mors are whom most people that were the perfect early couple in their early twenties. Smiling and laughing out in public, even holding hands and sharing milk shakes at the diner. They were even excepting a child. Nobody thought at home there was deep burdens, scars, and sadness. Mr. Mors hid this from everyone, his depression and darkness. He has been suffering personal demons since he was a child. Abuse, and neglect were all his parents did, or didn¡¯t do in a sense. At home they would have massive arguments that occasionally led to violence. Now his wife was close to her date and he had thoughts he didn¡¯t think he could handle it. Will he be just like them?


    Nobody expected to get a news article in the morning stating (Husband Kills himself and his wife- Baby Survives).


    It was a miracle, and a tragedy. With death came the birth of young Tristen Mors on September 4th, 1985.


    Since Tristen was orphaned at birth he was sent into care with a local foster family where he was raised.


    Six Years Later


    (September 4th 1991)


    ¡°This is our third attempt at finding a good foster for Tristen. We understand you¡¯re new to this and Mr. Mors will be your first foster child under your wing. How old did you say you were again?¡± The agent asked realizing she is a bit distracted.


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    ¡±Ms. Perdita?¡± He calls out.


    Perdita Collins, A young Woman born April 14th 1963. She her self was a foster child wanted to see another child thrive and be out in the world. She heard about Tristen and related with him in the fact he didn¡¯t like the houses he has been in or the people he has been with. Lost in her own little world staring off at the car parked at the end of her driveway, she can see the young boy Tristen sitting with his head down.


    ¡±Ms. Perdita.¡± He calls repeats. Snapping out of it she looks back at the man.


    ¡°I am so sorry. Yes, I am Twenty-Eight.¡± She says as she glance back over at the car, catching Tristen looking over at her before he ducks his head back down.


    ¡±Alright well, we have everything all set here. You do know about the money correct, to help?¡±


    ¡±Yes yes the money. I don¡¯t care about the money personally I am well off, Its just the child I care about, I want him to feel safe.¡± She states while smiling. The agent smiles back.


    ¡°I understand, It is government issued so we have no say in the matter. I do believe you will be perfect for him. Let¡¯s go say hello shall we?¡±


    The walk to the car felt like it was the longest walk she has ever taken. The thought that the child just beyond the door will be in her hands in just a few moments hit her like harder than she could ever thought, but not in a bad way. The door opens to a little dark hard child slowly lifting his head up to look. He looks at her with sadness but seconds later when he looked in her eyes he saw something in her that he saw in him self. A rush went over him and he didn¡¯t know what to think. Something familiar¡­safe.


    ¡°Hello, I hear it¡¯s someone¡¯s sixth birthday today.¡± Tristen Slowly nods his head.


    ¡±Well it¡¯s a good Thing I have a big cake just waiting inside with your name written on it. What do you say we go in and have some huh?¡±

 Tristen Mors Part Two

    Two Years have passed and Tristen is now Seven and is starting Second Grade. Before this he was home taught and Perdita. She had enrolled him into a Local Elementary School hoping it would be an opportunity for him to make some friends and find a sense of belonging. Tristen''s hear raced as he stepped into the unfamiliar classroom, his eyes screaming for a safe spot.


    The Teacher introduced him to the class, and a few students smiled and waved, offering a friendly gesture. Tristen hesitated for before raising his hand as a response. Not everyone shared the same welcoming attitude.


    During recess, Tristen Tried joining a group of kids playing soccer. He approached them with a shy smile, hoping to be included. But instead he was met with a cold stare from a boy named Jake.


    "Hey new kid, we don''t need you here. Go play somewhere else." Jake sneered, his tone dripping with superiority.


    Tristen''s heart sank. Memories of his other foster parents came back, and he felt a knot of anxiety form in his stomach. He Backed away, eyes downcast, feeling the glares of his classmates on him.


    As days turned to weeks, Tristen found himself struggling to connect. Some kids were kind, but the memories of the unkind made him avoid most everyone. Recess has been spent alone through most of the year.


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    Perdita notices his demeanor. At dinner she asked gently.


    "How was school today?''


    Tristen hesitated, his fork playing with his food.


    "It was okay I guess. Some kids are nice... some are mean too."


    Her expression softened more


    "Tristen, Making friends can be tough. But remember, not everyone is unkind. You''re a wonderful person, someone is bound to see that... I know I did as soon as I met you."


    As time went on, Perdita encouraged Tristen to join after-school activities, where he could potentially meet a friend. Slowly, he began to open up, finding solace in reading .


    One day, while he was engrossed in a book at the library, a girl named lily approached him.


    "Hey, Whatcha reading?" she asked with genuine curiosity. Tristen looked up surprised by her friendly demeanor. They struck up a conversation about books and their favorite authors, and before he knew it, the library had turned into a safe haven of conversation and shared interests.


    Lily had introduced Tristen to a few of her friends, and gradually he found himself forming connections. The walls he had built around himself had crumbled and replaced by a sense of belonging and acceptance.


    As he navigated his way through the challenges of second grade, he learned that while his past had shaped him, it didn''t define him. With the support of Perdita and his new friends, he discovered he knew he could build a brighter happier life... That is until the day of his birthday.

 Tristen Mors Part Three

    The night before Tristen''s eighth birthday/ Tristen was being put to bed. As Perdita was tucking him into bed, Tristen spoke up hesitantly.


    "Ms. Perdita, can I call you ''Mom''?" The question hung in the air. Perdita''s eyes softened, and she brushed a strand of hair from his forehead.


    "Tristen, you can call me whatever feels right for you. If ''Mom'' is what you''d like, then id be honored." Tristen''s lips curved into a smile as he nodded.


    "Okay, mom."


    On the day of his eight birthday, a cloudless sky graced the horizon, promising a day of adventure. Perdita had planned a special trip to the local zoo, an outing that filled Tristen with excitement. They strolled hand in hand through the park laughing and looking at all the exotic animals not knowing the dark turn that was about to happen shortly. As they were leaving, not far from them a bus was having problems with the breaks. Tragedy had struck just outside the Zoo. The bus a come to fast to react, plowing through cars in the parking lot causing chaos. everyone panicking as the bus cam crashing in with debris and metal flying around. The bus had struck a gas tank just beyond the zoo wall. Amidst the chaos, Tristan and Perdita were separated.


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    When the smoke cleared, the devastating truth was revealed: Tristen had not survived the accident. His young life was snuffed out on the fateful dat, leaving Perdita heartbroken and shattered.


    Unbeknownst to her, Tristen''s soul had embarked on a journey, guided by the intricate threads of reincarnation. Tristen found himself in a new body, a new life with a different name (Travis). Memories of his past were cloaked in a haze of forgotten dreams, yet a sense of purpose gnawed his soul. Thirty years have gone by. He had followed a path that felt important to him and became a Caregiver to the elderly and unwell.

 The New Life of one Travis Phoenix- Part One

    Palliative care, or as some people know it as ¡°End of Life Care¡±. Tristen, now known as Travis in his new life is a CareGiver in End of Life section, and today was his first day. Travis walked in with a mix of nervousness and determination.


    ¡°Travis, I am putting you in hall Two, your Patient will be in Room 215. Her Name is Perdita.¡± The Lead Nurse Dillion instructed. Walking down the hall, Travis¡¯s head was rushing with thoughts and emotions.


    ¡±Will she be happy that I am assigned to her? Will she be nice? What if she is so close to death that I wont know what to do?¡± Questions that would soon be answered. Her File was placed in a slot just outside her door. He read her file very closely. Cancer is in her body all over and she is in her final stages with nothing to be done. She also has dementia. Memory of her past life ripped from her and she has no control over it.


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    ¡°It is my duty to make sure she is happy in her final days.¡±


    As he pushed open the door, he saw Perdita lying in her bed pale and very thin. She looked like a ghost with her skin so white and eyes sunk in. The soft light filtering through the curtains painted a serene portrait, belying the storm of emotions within him. With a quiet step, he settled into a chair beside her, watching her chest rise and fall rhythmically as she slept. It was a scene that evoked a sense of tenderness within him, and he vowed to be a steady presence in her life.


    Her eye open briefly catching a glimpse of him sitting beside her.


    ¡±Hello Perdita, my name is Travis.¡± He introduced, seeing her smile.


    ¡±Hello Travis, I can tell we will get along well.¡±

 Travis Phoenix Part Two

    Travis has now been caring for Perdita for a few weeks, and things have been going well. One night on his way home the world around him seemed to settle into a comforting hum, each passerby wrapped in their own lives and concerns. As he neared a bus stop, A little girl sat on the bench. Tears where streaming down her face. Something within him stirred, an instinctive empathy that compelled him to approach her.


    ¡°Hey there,¡± he said gently, stopping a few feet away.


    ¡°Are you alright?¡± She looked up at Travis, quickly whiping away her tears from her face.


    ¡±I¡¯m fine.¡± She replied, unable to hide the small tremble in her voice. Travis took a seat beside her, offering a warm smile. "It''s okay to be upset. Do you want to talk about it?¡± She sighed, her voice barely above a whisper.


    "My parents just split up, and I couldn''t stand being near the house. Everything feels so... messed up.¡±


    ¡°I''m really sorry to hear that. Sometimes life throws us challenges we don''t expect. But you know, it''s important to remember that things will get better. You seem like a strong young woman, you''ll get through this.¡±


    They talked as Travis listened, offering comfort and reassurance. He shared stories from his own life, his words carrying the weight of experience and understanding. After a while, he noticed that the girl''s tears had subsided, replaced by a glimmer of hope in her eyes.


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    When they stood up to leave, Travis walked her back to her house, his presence a silent promise that she wasn''t alone. As they approached the front door, a woman rushed out, her eyes wide with concern.


    "Emma!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of relief and worry.


    ¡°Where have you been? I was so scared.¡±


    The little girl, Emma, looked up at her mother and offered a shy smile.


    ¡°I''m sorry, Mom. I just needed some fresh air.¡± Travis stepped forward, a sense of familiarity tugging at his mind as he looked at the woman before him.


    ¡±Thank you so much for bringing Emma home, My name is Lily.¡±


    ¡°Why did that name feel familiar?¡± He thought to him self. Lily''s eyes met Travis''s, and she studied him for a moment, a flicker of recognition in her gaze.


    ¡°Don''t I know you from somewhere?¡± His mind raced, memories just beyond his grasp.


    ¡°No, I don''t think so,¡± he replied, his voice unsure.


    ¡°I''m just glad Emma''s safe.¡± Lily smiled gratefully.


    ¡°Thank you for bringing her back. Please, come in for some tea or coffee. It''s the least I can do.¡± Travis hesitated, his thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He knew he was tired and needed rest, but there was something about Lily, something that tugged at his memory. He shook his head gently.


    ¡°I appreciate the offer, but I think I should head home. It''s been a long day.¡± As he walked away, the memory of Emma''s smile lingered in his thoughts, coupled with a feeling of familiarity with Lily, a sudden sensation swept over him. A memory, elusive yet vivid, played in the corners of his mind¡ªa snapshot of childhood, of laughter in a yard, of a young girl with a radiant smile.


    ¡±Catch me if you can Tristen!¡± The young girl said. The memory of Emma''s smile lingered in his thoughts, coupled with a fleeting feeling of familiarity with Lily. But Travis dismissed it¡ªperhaps it was just the situation playing tricks on his mind. And with a determined step, he continued on his way, leaving behind the echoes of a feeling he couldn''t quite explain.

 Travis Phoenix: Part Three

    Days turned into weeks, and Travis''s presence became a constant in Perdita''s life. He spent hours at her bedside, engaging in soft conversations, reading her favorite books, and tending to her needs. The moments of connection were small yet profound, reminding him of the bond they shared across lifetimes.


    As winter''s chill settled over the landscape, Travis found solace in the simple routine he had established. He would read to Perdita, recounting stories of far-off lands and magical adventures. One day, he picked up a well-worn copy of "Peter Pan" from the bedside table. Its pages were yellowed with age, and the cover was slightly tattered.


    He began to read aloud, his voice carrying the whimsical tale of a boy who refused to grow up, who sought adventure in Neverland. He could see a faint smile playing on Perdita''s lips as she listened, her gaze fixed on some distant memory.


    As he turned the pages, a change came over Perdita. Her eyes became distant yet focused, as if she were seeing something beyond the confines of her room. Travis paused, sensing that something profound was happening. "Perdita?" he whispered, gently placing the book aside.


    Her gaze met his, and in that moment, a spark of recognition ignited within her eyes. "Tristen," she breathed, her voice carrying a mixture of wonder and emotion. Her frail hand reached out to touch his, her fingers trembling. Memories seemed to flicker in her gaze, like a distant constellation slowly coming into view.


    "Tristen... my Tristen," she murmured, her voice wavering yet certain. Travis continued to read, and with each passing word, a memory emerged from the depths of Perdita''s mind. She spoke of a young boy named Tristen, her foster son who had embraced the world with a childlike wonder. He had been fascinated by the story of Peter Pan, of a boy who could fly and never grow up. Perdita''s voice trembled as she shared memories of that summer¡ªthe games of make-believe, the laughter that echoed in the air, and the feeling that time was suspended in those precious moments.


    "He thought he would stay young forever, and in a sense he got his wish," Perdita murmured, her gaze distant yet focused. "He will forever be flying in the stars. My young Tristen." Travis slowly started to see that something seemed wrong. Her heart beat began to slow down as show started to struggle for breath. He pressed the emergency button to call for a nurse but it was too late. Tears streamed down Travis''s face as he listened to Perdita''s words. He continued to hold her hand, listening to her fading breaths. In those final moments, he felt a sense of closure, knowing that the connection they shared had spanned lifetimes.


    Perdita''s eyes closed for the last time, and a peaceful stillness settled over the room. Tristen sat there, his heart heavy with grief yet touched by the beauty of their shared journey. For a moment he forgot who he was.


    ¡±Tristen?¡± The nurse said.


    ¡±Tristen. I¡¯m going to need you to leave the room now I¡¯m sorry.¡± Tristen stepped out of the room for the last time knowing his job was done. He couldn¡¯t bare to return to that place anymore. As he walked home he looked out at the stars beginning to twinkle in the sky. He felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that, like Peter Pan, some parts of the soul could remain forever young, forever soaring among the stars. And in the quiet of that night, he whispered a heartfelt farewell to the woman who had touched his heart across time, grateful for the memories that bound them together. Things were not over¡­


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    The night was quiet as Travis returned home after the day''s events. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, the memory of Perdita''s passing still fresh in his thoughts. Something had changed within him, a shift that he couldn''t quite explain.


    As he settled into the stillness of his apartment, memories began to resurface, like fragments of a long-forgotten dream. Images of laughter in a sunlit yard, a woman named Perdita, a feeling of safety¡ªhe could almost taste them, like whispers on the edge of his consciousness.


    Sitting by the window, Travis felt a strange sense of yearning, a pull towards something just beyond his grasp. It was as if the dam holding back his memories was starting to crack, allowing the flood of recollections to seep in.


    He knew he needed to do something about it. The need to understand his own experiences compelled him to pick up his phone. With a deep breath, he dialed a number he hadn''t called before¡ªthe number of Lily, the woman whose name had stirred something deep within him.


    "Hello?" a voice answered on the other end.


    Travis cleared his throat, his voice steadying.


    "Hi, this is Travis. We met the other day when I helped your daughter, Emma."


    Recognition tinged her voice.


    "Oh, yes, Travis. Is everything alright?"


    He paused, choosing his words carefully.


    "I''d like to meet and talk, if that''s alright."


    Lily hesitated for a moment.


    "Sure, I suppose that''s fine. Where would you like to meet?"


    They agreed on a nearby coffee shop, and Travis hung up the phone with a mix of anticipation and unease. As he prepared to leave, a rush of memories flooded his mind. Lives beyond his own, fleeting glimpses of faces and places, a range of emotions he couldn''t quite place.


    Travis found himself sitting at home, his mind in turmoil. The idea of meeting Lily felt too daunting, too risky. The flood of memories he was experiencing, the fragmented glimpses into different lives, was overwhelming.


    His head throbbed with a mix of emotions and images¡ªlaughter in sunlit gardens, the embrace of loved ones. The words echoed in his mind.


    "Ms. Perdita, can I can I call you mom?¡±


    "Tristen, you can call me whatever feels right for you¡­¡±


    ¡°My name is Lily¡­¡±


    ¡±Happy Birthday Spencer!¡±


    ¡±Alright little buddy, I will be right back.¡±


    ¡±Richard, Put the knife down!¡±


    His fingers clenched the edge of the table as he grappled with the weight of his own mind. What was happening to him? Was he losing his sanity, his grip on reality?


    The thought of meeting Lily, of admitting the strange experiences he was going through, was too much to bear. Doubt gnawed at him, and a sense of vulnerability crept over him like a shadow.


    He stood up abruptly, his heart pounding in his chest. The walls of his apartment seemed to close in on him, suffocating him with the weight of the memories he couldn''t comprehend. Another voice, one familiar but distant came to him.


    ¡±Don¡¯t let your self do it again, those lives we have taken¡­ so many lives. If you remember this, you have to end your self now!¡± Then, the most unsettling image surged forward¡ªan image of himself holding a knife, the metallic glint tainted by crimson. His mind recoiled from the scene, the horror of the image radiating through his very core. As the night deepened, Travis made a decision¡ªHis mind was going mad.


    ¡±You are a killer! Don¡¯t let your self do it again!¡±


    He would stay put, keeping the chaos within him contained, and as he sat there, his head aching with the weight of memories and visions, a haunting question formed at the forefront of his thoughts, its echoes resounding like a haunting refrain.


    "Who am I?"


    He looked down to see his arms dripping red, everything began to fade away.


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    Coming 2024

 Lore

    Here is a little bit of lore and explanation. I am creating this to clear any existing or upcoming confusion. Due to me working on a sequel, this will help a lot to clear a couple things up


    The Incarnations so far: The soul that we follow that takes the form of Tristan and Travis has existed since the late 1800s when his origin life (Will be revealed) got cursed. The original was also a psychotic killer who killed a bunch of people before getting killed by his wife.


    Tristen is the son of Richard and Mary Mors. Richard is also a descendent of the original. One day his memories came back to him and he couldn¡¯t bare it. Knowing that his wife was about to give birth he had no choice but to end his life and his wife¡¯s in order to stop it. His son Tristen was retrieved from his mothers womb before death. He was raised in foster care until his death at the age of eight, before he could even begin to remember anything about past lives.


    So how was Travis born if Tristen didn¡¯t get to have any children you ask? Travis is the son of Richards younger brother. That¡¯s right, Tristen had an uncle. Richard did not realize that since he was the reincarnation his brother had it pass him but it went to his son, the only other living descendant.


    Unlike Tristen though, Travis lived long enough for the memories to come back. At first it was good, but then the original started bleeding through. Realizing that if he let it continued something bad would happen. He had to end it himself.


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    Where does that leave room for a sequel? How is he still alive?


    Infinity: If all descendants are killed on Earth, where does the soul go? The answer to that is, The next Earth. Let me explain. In this universe there is a Multiverse of Dimensions. Same concept from movies and comics. All my stories take plays in my own little Multiverse, everything I haven written has small or big connections. When all the descendants of a being who can reincarnate dies, he is reborn in  another Dimension where there is a descendant that is going to be born. If their current incarnation is still alive, they will die to give birth to the one with the reincarnated soul.


    There is only one who can have the  memories.


    Connection to my other stories?: All of my stories are connected in some way. Dillon for example. He is another being who reincarnates, but for him it¡¯s different. He is what I call a Dimensional being. Omni Present at full power. He can jump for one version of him self to another in an instant and travel through Dimensions keeping his memory intact. He also Time travels.


    Getting a little carried away. Dillon is kind of like the multiverse observer. He likes to go to his friends before they ever properly meet them to let them know that he is there and always has been.


    Dillon was seen Travis Phoenix Part One.


    Sequel: I am Currently working on a sequel, which is why I wrote this very confusing info into the Lore. The incarnation will be followed in a different dimension. With Tristen Mors, but instead of going into foster care, something else happens.