Sanela Kolar and Marko Matic met in The Kingdom of Yugoslavia in the 1930s.
Their relationship blossomed after their families immigrated to the United
States together, and they were married in 1948. They had their first son
immediately, and decided to name him Pavo. He was a good boy, who followed
the rules, and cared deeply about the people around him. Perhaps he cared
too much. He didn’t like seeing anyone hurt, and he especially hated the
concept of death. He always knew about his father’s temporal condition,
which caused him to sense the moment of people’s deaths upon looking into
their eyes. He was glad to have not inherited the same characteristic. When
his younger siblings were still young, Pavo was approached by a man who
appeared to be standing on a different continent entirely. He would turn out
to be The Delegator, whose responsibilities included delegated assignments
to those entrusted with maintaining, or perfecting, the timeline. The
Delegator was actually in Stonehenge, in the past, and could transport
himself to any time period, anywhere in the universe. He told Pavo that he
was born with his own power, and was, in fact, unique. He had the ability to
reincarnate people at will. It would be his job to bring people back to life
that the Delgator’s bosses, the aptly named powers that be decided were
worthy of the gift. Pavo didn’t like that someone else would be making these
decisions, but he learned that it was a lot more complicated than that once
he began his new job. He was free to facilitate the reincarnation process
for anyone he wished, to any mother he chose, but he was expected to drop
everything, and go work for the PTB whenever they summoned him. They were
pretty good about making sure he wasn’t in the middle of a freelance job.
As far as the jobs went, they weren’t as simple as snapping his fingers, and
conceiving an immaculate child. It was a long process that required both
lead in, and follow through. In order to bring someone back to life, Pavo
had to first learn about who they were before they died. Once he had all of
this information, he had to spend all nine months with the new mother,
visiting and caring for her during the entire pregnancy. Transferring
someone’s consciousness to a new body was simple enough. People in the
future did it all the time. Making sure that their soul followed them there
was an entirely different story. In that future, it just sort of happened,
because clone bodies, and other artificial substrates, contained the
barebones ingredients for life, but weren’t actually alive. To reincarnate
someone into a new body, with new parents, was a lot more complex, and
something researchers never thought to do. Verily, they would not be able to
if they tried; not like Pavo could. He coaxed the soul from the aether, and
transplanted it into the womb of its new mother, precisely as the egg was
being fertilized. It couldn’t just be any ol’ egg, or any sperm. They had to
be genetically similar to the original subject, meaning that Pavo would have
to search for parents first. This was not an impossible task, and it didn’t
require any technological intervention, but it was time consuming, and
entailed a shocking amount of meditation. His was a powerful ability, and a
rare one, but difficult and tiring, so he could only do it so many times,
for so many people. He would never be capable of sustaining an entire
population of immortals in this manner. He had to find the right candidates,
who deserved to return, due to a set of criteria that he could not come up
with himself. For that, he needed help.
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