The Eiden

The wind was blowing outrageously with a hint of warm briskly haze , the gentle sunlight seems to be peeping through those well arranged trees where resides a lake so magical beyond words to describe it.

"What is this place ?", said Arimielle .

Unknown of that place value ,she strolled past it witnessing the Jude palace of the royal consorts , the palace famous for being one of the most luxurious and beautiful palace after the Empress palace. The lingering branch of ivy on the stone walls of the palace with decoration of coloured bricks to give it an ample apperance. It was surely an eye-catching architecture.

Suddenly, there was a hectic energy in that beautiful place ... someone , no , it wasn't just someone but there seemed to be a group coming towards her . Before she could understand what was going on , she was being carried away . " It's the royal gaurds!." Mielle acknowledged.

"Why are you dragging me away ?", She

queried as the sweat soaked her face and her knees got bruised due to the continuous dragging . She was a commoner , moreover a poor one, if by any chance she got wounded ...she won't have enough money to treat herself.

"Stop dragging me!" she shouted as she tried to get rid of her hands off from the royal gaurds .

"You don't belong here ! Lowlife like you are supposed to be around the slums." , said Adrien, one of the royal gaurds.

Arimielle histerically ran away from there with tears in her eyes and a heart full of nothing but with a hatred towards the nobels and the royalty . She shouted, " I despise you nobels! Why does there have to be such a hierarchy!!"

Arimielle went to the lake street , the place where the commoners reside. It was an extremely busy area with chariots passing by and merchants and businessmen seeking customers for their businesses, the maids going to work at certain residencies, and the hawkers announcing the sales going on within the market .

There, she met her sister with sun kissed locks and her eyes which suffered from heterochromia having colours of amethyst and light jet. She was adorned in emerald robe with brown laces going around her back like the vascular bundles of a tree . That was an ordinary fabric but it sure looked mesmerizing on her.

"Who are you?",asked her sister, Arabella with a clear sign on her face that she had no idea whom she was talking to ; as if the person standing in front of her was a stranger .

"You don't remeber me? How could you not remember me ? How can you just forget your own sister ?" Arimielle said with her tears-dried face . Her eyes looked so drunk as if everyone was considering her a nobody now, the disbelief was very clear on her face.

Arabella's pov:

I was defeated and killed by the mercenary king . How am I still alive and who is she ? What is this place? I remember being in the Ophelia den . How did I end up here ?

What possibly could have happened for me to end up here ?

I remember seeing a brooch , a golden one .

Suddenly, Arabella's mind got heavy and she started seeing some notes around her .

You have a gift bestowed upon you by your generational ancestors to relive a life where you died of regret . Arabella Rie Dicorgio , the elves have given you the hidden water of the Eiden lake ; go and take your vengeance and die with no regret .

[Keep in mind Arabella , this is a terminal ability , it'll end as soon as your regret dies]

Arabella was gratified yet distateful of the ability . She sighed and pondered, "Atleast I've got a life to live ; I will live it to my fullest and I will still keep some regret so that I don't die because of my ability."

"Let's finally start the book of my own conscience!!!!"