It was the 3rd of December , a normal day in the life of a normal girl
The air is frozen lace on her skin, delicate and cold, like winter waves on sallow sand. The sky is washed with grey, watery moon light illuminating thin patches to brilliance. In some moments she watching her boots over the frozen sidewalk, perfect concrete slabs, flat and square, and in others transfixed to the interplay of cloud and moon above. For some reason her mind conjures a stone mosaic made beautiful by the shards of a mirror and she wants to keep her eyes heaven bound while her imagination makes them one thing. Only the slipping of her feet brings her attention earthward once more, the need to stay upright pulling her mind into the present
It was a good life , with no regrets or worries , everything was fine as it was
But little did she know, that her perfect little world is bound to crumble into nothing , and to survive, she had to fight
It would have been much better if she didn't come out of the house to get fresh air at this hour ,she could have just stayed at home under her warm duvet , keeping her mind at rest , allowing it to be empty of contents but instead decided to come outside for no reason , walking aimlessly through the narrow streets in the cold,
It is the type of coldness that reaches into the bones, as if the heart were a door left wide open to the icy wind, slamming only to open again. The only thing to do is keep moving . The sky is rolling blanket of cloud the colour of wet ash, and the ground its dank reflection. She eventually decided to go home , taking the shortest route through the dark alleyway on the other side of the road.
But as she was midway through crossing the road , she heard an excruciatingly loud honking sound , Eliana turned around and was immediately blinded by the bright flash of a light and then silence
She felt nothing , she couldn't move
sirens and blue and red lights invaded all of her senses , people screaming and crying.
Chaos was everywhere
She was unable to make out any of the faces or movements they carried out
Memories of her past flashed before her eyes , ma and da and everybody that has ever known her , Eliana wished that she was with them right now , embracing them into a warm hug , never wanting to let go
She was afraid , afraid of what is happening and what will happen
She vaguely made out somebody in front of her shaking their head at someone.
'What does that mean , I don't understand
Am I dead?' she thought
dying was a messy and often painful process, but that didn't apply for Eliana , her breathing slowly came to a stop , nothing but sorrow was felt. But she really wished that she could escape this useless body and speak comfort to ma and da and everybody that has ever made her smile , she can already imagine the horror and the sadness on their faces when the news got to them , she thought she was loved but the truth was much harsher
"So, loved ones," she thought , imagining that somebody , somewhere was listening "remember me as I lived. Remember that I loved you. Recall that I loved life, creation and the happiness that comes of simple pleasures. We all get recycled at some point. The soul moves on, the matter and the legacy remain. One dispersed and the other expanding, sending good ripples ever onward "
Only if wishes come true...
She wished for a second chance at life...
But if she only knew , that it will be a curse she had to carry upon her shoulders until the grim reaper came hunting for her. Again.
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To Be The Empress
FantasyEvery path leads to doom... Will Lady Anastasia be able to survive and outplay death to escape her life of misery and become the empress?