Another story

This chapter contains upsetting things as this will contain the story of Emily Thomas and what happened to her. That contains the mureder of her and her parents. This story isn't important to the story of Kryta, however I write this to grasp what kind of person Emily is and how she will indirectly impact the story for Kryta in upcoming events. Remember this contains details of what happened to her during the murder.

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You should know who I am. Whether you do or not is up to what has been told, and based on that you should be able to infer who I am. I am not the darling narrator but I am the true protagonist of this story...Or at least that is how it goes.

What has happened to me was the most awful act committed by the gods, and I mean it was one of the most atrocious sins committed by them yet, in both new and old. What was this act you may ask? It's simple, I have been reincarnated, or transmigrated into another world.

"Oh! But you've been given another chance to live!"

"You're loved by the gods"

"I would kill everyone around me then myself to be in your shoes!"

Cut that crap! I was killed, murdered, I died! I know it and it should stay that way! I have a strong belief that those who have died should stay dead. I should be dead right now, why aren't I dead? Why must I live on while they don't! Why! Why? WHY!? Do the gods really love me? Please answer me because I feel as if this punishment for all the little things I ever did. Am I guilty of many crimes? Did I do something to anger them? Did I do something so awful and unspeakable to deserve this? Did my parents bring this fate upon for their words and actions against Deaor? What did I, a mere child do to get killed and forced to the life of another? Please tell me before I fall into this sea of confusion! I don't want to drown, I really Don't! Please help me, please? Hello? oh...

I vividly remember being held tight against that man with a knife against my throat, the horrible feeling of despair and dread as I helplessly hid under my bed as my parents screamed in pain and agony. The pit of absolute terror and dread forming in my stomach I felt when they went silent. They no longer breathed, the longer screamed in pain, they longer struggled or made a noise. They just stayed silent. All I heard were the heavy panting of the man who had taken the life out of two creations of god.

I remember laying on my side and hugging my knees as I silently mourned for the fate that had befallen my parents. I remember giving it my absolute all trying to stay quiet as my tears couldn't cease from falling. I knew I didn't have to mourn for them, for there was an unavoidable danger that still lingered. I hugged myself as I stayed hidden underneath the bed as I whimpered. My fate was sealed the moment I was born, that was an undeniable truth.

My breath hitched as I went silent when I heard the man walking towards my room. With each step of death that man took, I shook and shook more than I ever had before.

One

Two

Three

Just a few more then he'll be here, where I'll breathe my final moments.

Four

Five

Six

No, no, no more please I beg of you! Please stay back!

Seven

Eight

Nine

Mom...Dad...I really love you guys, I'm sorry I couldn't tell today.

Ten

There it was, the undertaker that'll take me either to hell or heaven, perhaps the former.

I did my best to stay quiet but as soon as the door opened, I couldn't help but cry and cry and cry even more as I hit the bed countless times from my vigorous shaking.

The man just stood there as I cried uncontrollably. I couldn't even hide from him as I am tall and hiding a six foot tall person is the easiest.

The man walked towards the bed and sighed as he bent down and pulled me out.

I cried as I stared at the floor now sobbing uncontrollably. I tried standing up to make a run for it but my shaking and panic prevented me from doing so.

I cried even more as the seconds went by and the man wasn't doing anything.

I finally got the courage to look up and saw him…

Did you know you're most likely to get killed by someone you know than a random stranger?

I opened my mouth to speak but I parlyzed in fear and dread. I always made fun of the characters in movies who just stood there as danger ran towards them. Why didn't they move? They could have easily lived if they had so why didn't they? Fear and absolute dread is why.

My crying became even worse when I saw who it was. My tears were so much I couldn't see. My heart felt so heavy with guilt, regret, sadness, anger, and confusion, my stomach feeling empty yet full, I feel sick.

Before I could say or even do something the man suddenly kneeled down and embraced me in their blood stained arms. He held me close to his chest, he began to apologize and said some morbid words in an attempt to comfort me. I couldn't move and just when I thought my crying couldn't get worse, I cried even more and more.

"I'm so sorry little one...You know what happens to those who speak. They knew this was bound to happen and brought you into this world knowing full well what could happen to you. You don't deserve such a fate , little one. I swear it'll be all over soon, just bear with me a little longer.", he had made me face the ceiling as he whispered these words. I would much rather that he'd be a stranger than someone who I know.

With a knife pressed against my throat the man did his best to keep me from crying and shaking. I hate this man with everything, I hate this man more than I hate those who did me wrong, I absolutely loathe this man.

I felt my skin spit and the cold metal in. My blood began trickling down my neck as slowly began feeling tired. The once metallic red smelling red began to be senseless as it became harder to keep my eyes open.

People say there is a light right when you're about to die, but I didn't see any light. It could be that because I had my eyes closed I didn't see said light but that is of no importance, because that wasn't the end of my story.

I should have stayed dead the moment I died in "his" arms. I wanted to stay dead. I don't want to be anywhere else where I'm not with my parents. Why do I, a child, need to make these decisions? I just want to rest.

After this, I had woken up in a dark space, a vastless space of absolutely nothing, no color, no dust, not one atom.

I don't know how long I have been here as time seems to be nonexistent. I slowly began to forget I had even been alive at some point but that vastless, empty space soon began to liven up when that shadow came along…

It told that I am loved by the gods and had been given a chance to live again. I tried saying no but my hand moved on my own and I grabbed the quill and signed the contract. That white shadow, despite not having any visible eyes, looked at me with a look of distaste and hate. I don't know why it looked so but it seemed more than happy to push me into this new world.

I didn't really try to stop it the moment I signed the contract. I really didn't want to live once again if I wasn't with my parents. Loved by the gods? What a crude joke.

When I had woken up once again in an empty, elegant, princess like room. After many days in this world I am more convinced that this is an awful joke played by the gods.

Bright, platinum blonde hair, shining, vivid blue, doll like eyes. With fair skin with no hint of a single blemish, I am undoubtedly no other than the No Name Princess. I am the villainess of a romance novel I had read not long ago before the murder.

Huh…

I want to go back. Whether it be for revenge or to live on with my friends, I want to go back. I don't belong in this world, I belong where I had lived. I shouldn't even be alive according to the laws of nature. When I go back and everything is settled, then I can finally rest. 

I just need to back, out of this fictional world and into the real world,

No matter what.

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This story is about the villaines of a romance novel, Kryta Einz Lancaster. She is the sinner and Emily is the saint. Emily is the sun and Kryta is now the moon. Kryta is the protagonist and Emily is of no importance in this novel.

One is loved by all while the other is hated by the world. The other was misjudged while the other is rightfully punished. One will get a happy ending while the other lives in solitude. Perhaps both will get their sad happy ending or maybe both will be the misfortunate to get the bad end. Who knows, we'll just have to wait and see.