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A story that occured in Duarte in the World of Guirean

Her beauty was unmatched against both men and women. Her presence was ethereal; elegance with every breath, accompanied with her divine heavenly aura. She seemed almost unapproachable, with eyes tinted like clear amethysts freckled with pinkish hues, her hair red like it was dipped in crimson. When her betrothal to the Emperor was announced many envied her, and the Empire buzzed. 
Years passed, and the Empress stayed hidden from the eyes of the public. There was no news about the Empress and her whereabouts, yet one day her name was whispered by many unknown lips for she had committed treason against the Emperor. Last they saw of her was her public sentencing and as her head fell, people remembered her as the “Wretched Villainess of Duarte”.

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Swollen red eyes, bloated facial features. My face felt tight and with a heavy headache probably due to dehydration. I stretched out to a glass of water by my bedside. I am still here, exhausted out of my mind.


I awakened from my night long slumber. After crying for hours, my parents said to me that it had been a bad dream despite not knowing how real it felt. It was all a part of my "subconscious" or so they said, despite that I wondered if it was only a figment of my imagination. Even if it was, I truly wanted to avoid unnecessary death and a ruined end.


Blinking away the ever-emerging lone tear, I scurried out of bed and pulled out my side table's drawer, retrieving my journal. I remembered always writing everything in as a habit due to my inability to focus, especially as a child. I remembered the worn-out cute rabbit keychain attached to the binding pages, and soon I opened it to the most recent page.


Red ink was written messily all over the pages, dripping to the edges. Year 1838. The year of my death. I am only the age of fourteen right now, and the confusion filled my senses, leaving me numb. It wasn't a dream. My hand started shaking and my breath came out short. I tried to calm myself down but as I read the book, I felt my fury grow stronger with every word lingering at the back of my mind.


"If I could live life again once more, I'll protect every single one of you."


Hearing footsteps coming closer to my doorway, I panicked and fumbled to find a place to hide the book, suddenly with a quick bright light, the book suddenly disappeared from my vision.


I still had my powers. Running back into bed, I covered my torso with the soft blanket and shut my eyes quick.


"Miss, I know you're awake." Amy pulled the blanket off swiftly, and I almost wet myself. Darn, this small body. I need to get stronger, faster and better. With this puny body of mine, weak and useless, how would I be able to protect my family? I need to change this future. Our family's future.


I went about my day, walking in the park and doing miscellaneous things. Education for a child my age was not too heavy, in fact after completing all the questions provided, class ended almost immediately. My educator prior to the lesson had a meeting with Father, but left right after our lesson, saying that he had left out other information regarding my studies. Perhaps, maybe he would teach me better things besides Mathematics and other topics that I had excelled in over the years. Accompanied by Amy, I tugged on her skirt softly.


"May I have a cookie, please?" I asked her politely. Placing a cookie in my hand, I immediately put one into my mouth. Pain. I felt pain and spit the cookie out. A small tooth was found in the bits of spit and cookie. Blood dripped out of my mouth like a running tap. Finally, those teeth had been bothering me since the moment I came back into this small body.


"Miss, your teeth came out! Inform the Duchess!"


Oh no, I almost forgot. What have I done?


How do I know if this is real?