Seilah's True Ending

Chapter 1

"It's an accident... all right... bed rest... for one week... avoid... yes...call for me..."

I could make out bits and pieces of a man's voice talking, though my eyelids seemed heavy. I wanted to open my eyes but it felt strenuous and even the back of my head was throbbing painfully. I felt a stir on my right, delicate hands holding tightly on to my own as a woman sobbed uncontrollably.

"Oh... whatever are we going to do with you?"

It was strange, the foreign words repeating itself in my mind. I was pretty sure the woman had been speaking in a foreign language but for some reason, I knew I understood every word the woman said.

A sense of restlessness washed through me and I hurriedly opened my eyes and sat up, earning a surprised shriek from nearby company. I tried blinking a few times, taking in the scene as my eyes readjusted to proper sight. An older man, somewhere in his mid forties was staring worriedly across the room, while another young woman dressed in a maid garb peered down my eyes in confusion. On my right sat one of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life, her beautiful red hair tied neatly into a bun, sky blue eyes staring down my own.

"Seilah!" The woman cried further, suddenly putting her arms around my body as I stifled in a gasp. "You're awake! We were so worried!"

Seilah?

The familiar name put a frown on my face but it was then that I saw her on the reflection of the long mirror by my bed. The woman in front had long, messy, white hair, her face looking worse for wear. Her blue eyes resembled a lapis lazuli jewel, different from the sky blue ones of the woman that was holding on to me, and it stared back at me with ferocious intensity. Her skin was pure and white, marbled like it was free from any scars as though she was carved by stone. The woman staring back was the most beautiful person I had ever seen but the familiarity of her face and on whose face it was sent chills down my spine.

Wait, wait, wait!!! Why do I look exactly like the character Seilah from the illustration of The Bluebell Daughter?!

"Seilah? I'm Seilah?" My voice came out as a soft whisper, fingers warily pulling onto my own cheeks to make sure that this wasn't a dream.

I winced at my how my voice sounded, sultry and smooth as though God had put his all into making me.

The woman who had been hugging me froze, slowly releasing her grip as she anxiously turned to the older man in the room in panic. "... D-Do you not remember who you are? Did you lose your memories when you fell?! Oh, what should we do dear-"

The mentioned older man cleared his throat, feigning a cough, a worried gaze now resting on my face instead. I somehow instinctively knew who he was. He had the same white hair Seilah had – and not because of old age – and the eyes that I had seen in the mirror was the exact same as this older gentleman here. It was after all, a Siren trait.

"... Seilah, do you really not remember who you are?"

I felt my insides churned at the familiar name, holding off a groan at the sick joke. It had to be a joke, or even a bad dream and I desperately wished that it was anything but reality.

Seilah Siren was the name of the antagonist of the game I completed two weeks ago. She was the only daughter of Grand Duke Siren, a loving and doting father who gave her everything she wanted. The woman currently holding onto me tightly must have been Seilah's step mother, Erin Rose, yet another kind fool who puts the world at Seilah's feet. The throbbing in my head seemed to be getting worse, unknowingly meeting the black eyes of the sole maid in the room.

This woman must have been Maya Archer, Seilah's most trusted servant and maid in waiting. It was all too ridiculous but it was true as the ominous feeling sunk again in the depths of my stomach.