I lived in a fairly large castle. I wasn't royalty but my family did own the lands that we lived on and the lands that our people lived on. My family was nobility. My parents were Lord and Lady of the surrounding area. We were considered very wealthy by the standards of the time. I can remember that there was a lot of trouble at the time. We'd hear news about poor people starving and peasants rebelling. We never had trouble like that though. My family took care of the people around us and the people were happy to be ruled by us.
My parents had died. I was being raised by the serving ladies of the castle. I was about 8 years old at my death. I had an older brother. He was about 10 years older than me. He was known as the protector of the area. The people loved him because he and his soldiers kept the trouble away from our doors.
One day he went out to battle and didn't survive. I can remember the soldiers coming back. I heard people crying which was unusual because they usually cheered when the soldiers came back. They were crowding round a horse that was dragging something on the ground behind it. I wasn't quite sure what it was. I was short and couldn't see much out of the tiny windows in the castle walls. I ran down into the courtyard and people were trying to pull me back so that I couldn't see. One of the older generals came over to me and lifted me up. He carried me over to the horse and on the ground I looked at the the thing It was dragging. It was logs tied together by something and on it was the body of my brother. He looked like he had been gutted like a pig. The was a huge gash from his chest down his stomach. Then they took his body away. I'm guessing they took him to be buried but I never saw.
A few days later my brother's enemies appeared at our castle. They came at night and attacked while we were asleep. Someone came into my room and dragged me down to the courtyard. They stood in the centre of the courtyard and held me up. I heard someone scream that finally they had reached the last of the line. The soldiers attacked me, beat me up badly. I was screaming for them to stop but they just laughed at me. After that they raped me. One after the other. That was the last thing I remembered. I died somewhere during the rape.
During this regression I knew that I had lived a fairly happy life. I had these memories when I met a person in my current life. That person played the part of my brother in this medieval life. I've called this King Arthurian times because that was the first thing that came into my head after the memories. It has nothing to do with King Arthur or the round table legends. It felt like it was set around that time though. There were lots of knights, castles and fair maidens. Although the ones I saw weren't as pretty or as well dressed as you see in the movies.
