"To be reborn, you have to die first."
Catherine of Aragon was confused.
She had always known that when she died she would go to heaven and be with her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. But she wasn't sure this was what heaven was supposed to feel like.
Instead of a blissful sensation promising eternal life after death, she only experienced total blackness.
She was completely stripped of all senses- no sight, no hearing; she could only think.
All of a sudden, there was a break in the blackness and Catherine gratefully welcomed it, letting the light spread across the blackness until it completely disappeared.
Catherine awoke with a start and a splitting headache. She lay quite still for a while until she had come around enough to comprehend she was in a bed.
Ignoring the stabbing pain in her skull, she slowly sat up and looked around.
Catherine was sitting on a bed in a small room- it was rather plain with only a night table, a desk with a chair, and a wooden wardrobe for furnishings.
Deciding this was how everyone was welcomed into heaven, Catherine swung her feet over the edge of the bed and padded toward the window at the other end of the room.
Peering through the sheer curtains, she nearly cried out in shock.
Through the window was a street, that much was obvious, lined with houses that looked so unlike the ones in England.
Maybe this is just what heaven looks like, she thought to herself, praying that she was right.
Catherine crept toward the door and left the bedroom she had woken up in. She found herself in a hallway lined with other doors. She was about to proceed down the hallway when a door across the hall opened.
"Hello?" Catherine called tentatively, not knowing what she would find.
"Hi," a voice called, definitely female.
A young woman stepped out through the door and into the hall. She was slim and about medium height. The girl had long dark hair and dark eyes against fair skin and was dressed in a green nightgown.
"Who are you?" Catherine asked.
"Well, my name's Anne," the other woman replied.
"Anne..." Catherine repeated. That name alone brought a rush of painful memories flooding back. Anne was the woman that Henry had pursued, Anne was the reason Catherine lost her crown, Anne was the girl who had stolen Catherine's entire life and left her to die with only Maria by her side.
"Do you have a surname?" Catherine asked.
"Yeah, I do, it's Boleyn," Anne said.
"No..." Catherine whispered. "That's not possible."
"Are you okay?" Anne Boleyn asked.
"You're Anne Boleyn, and I'm Catherine of Aragon," the queen said.
Anne's eyes widened too. "But I died! I was just beheaded minutes ago and I assumed I had just ended up in heaven because all the crimes I was accused of were false."
"No, Anne, I just died moments ago too," Catherine said, confused.
"I don't think we're in heaven..." Anne said slowly.
"I think we need to find out where we are first," Catherine concluded. "And then we can sort out everything else."
Anne nodded in agreement and the two queens set off together down the hallway.
Catherine glanced at the younger woman out of the corner of her eye and found that she didn't look like the Anne she remembered. When Anne had caught the attention of the king, she had been rather short, and all of her facial features were different. The Anne that she was now walking alongside had much darker locks and eyes than Catherine recalled.
Just then, Catherine paused.
"Anne..." she started. "Will you tell me what I look like?"
"Oh, I was wondering when you were going to ask that," Anne replied. "You look very different than how I remember you. You're rather tall and you have a dark complexion; you also have really dark curls that sort of poof out from your head. Your eyes are dark as well, I thought you had red hair."
"I did, and I was very pale from spending most of my time indoors. You look different too, Anne. You're taller than I remember and you have dark eyes and long dark hair."
"That's so weird; whatever's going on is something that sort of inexplicably drew us together. And if we're together, then that means Jane is somewhere in here."
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