I won't die again!

where am i?

In a world where many people were poor and struggling, there lived a girl named Elara. She looked rough and had scars on her face, so people thought she was not attractive or special. Elara had a difficult life, wandering the busy streets and asking for help by holding out her hand. She survived by begging for food and a little bit of money. She was often hungry and looked at others with longing, but they didn't always help.

One day, after the sun had set, Elara found a quiet spot in an alley and fell asleep on the cold ground. When she woke up, she was in a luxurious room with soft, silky sheets and a sweet smell of flowers. She was confused and amazed by the fancy decorations and furniture. It turned out that she was now in a palace, not an alley!

Elara looked in a mirror and couldn't believe her eyes. She had transformed from a beggar with scars into a stunning young woman. Her hair was long and beautiful, and her skin was flawless as if magic had made her perfect.

As Elara explored her new surroundings, she realized she had somehow ended up in a different world. Everything was grand and enchanting, with huge palaces and rich markets. She discovered that she had become Princess Clarisse, the adopted daughter of a kind duke named Giovanni Auguste. It was like she had stepped into a fairy tale.

Clarisse had four siblings, each with an exceptional talent. They were well-known and admired. But Clarisse was different from them. She acted tough and often argued with her brothers and sister. While the palace was fancy and full of beautiful things, Clarisse didn't quite fit in. She had a reputation for being difficult and mysterious.

Among her siblings, Clarisse had the most trouble getting along with her youngest sister, Elisse. They clashed because they were so different. Elisse was cheerful and innocent, while Clarisse was more serious. This caused tension between them and shaped their relationship. Clarisse was even known as the "villainess" in this world because of her behavior.

Realizing this fact, I realized that I might really die soon because I know the plot of the story, I needed a plan to leave this place and live in a faraway land to survive.

I got out of bed and walked around the room. Everything felt strange and new like I was in a different world. It was as if I had turned into a princess named Clarisse, which was really hard to believe. My mind was racing with thoughts, and I felt caught in a whirlwind of emotions.

I couldn't help but think about my old life, the tough times I used to face. They seemed to have disappeared, replaced by this amazing but confusing world I was in now. It was overwhelming. I whispered to myself, "I'm not Elara anymore. Now I'm living a life that feels like a fairy tale."

I opened a fancy cabinet and found beautiful dresses inside. I picked one and put it on. Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't recognize the person staring back at me. It was like I had transformed into someone else, someone elegant and refined.

With a mix of wonder and uncertainty, I realized that I was now Princess Clarisse, living in a world that was so different from what I knew. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting to see what would happen next in this new chapter of my life.

I heard a soft knock on the door, and when I opened it, a maid was there, looking friendly. She said, "Good morning, Princess. It's time for breakfast. Please come with me."

I smiled back and said, "Good morning," still getting used to the fact that I was now Princess Clarisse.

I followed the maid through the palace, amazed by the fancy decorations and lights. We reached a big dining hall with a beautiful table set with nice plates and silverware. The food smelled really good, and my stomach rumbled.

I sat down at the table while the maid put different delicious foods on my plate. She smiled and left me to eat.

I started eating and looked around, feeling a bit unsure about everything. I reminded myself that I was Princess Clarisse, living in this fantastic place. The food tasted great, and I wondered what was going to happen next in my new life.

After I finished eating my breakfast, I decided to spend some time alone in my room, thinking about the strange situation I was in. I was determined not to just accept whatever fate had in store for me, especially since people considered me stubborn and even saw me as a villainess.

While I was in my room, I came across a piece of paper. It was like a reminder or guide to the story that had become my reality. It felt like a plan to help me escape from this place. Although I couldn't remember the title of the story right then, I felt a strong urge to write down its contents. It was like trying to solve a puzzle that held important clues. As a whole week went by, I began to feel restless and bored. To avoid going outside and facing the unfamiliar world, I used the excuse of not feeling well.

During that time, I often found myself lost in thought, torn between my curiosity and my need to be cautious. The palace, with all its grandeur, seemed to be inviting me to explore its hidden secrets. However, I held back, reminding myself that there could be challenges waiting for me if I ventured out unprepared. So, I chose to stay in my room, attempting to make sense of the situation I was in and the story that had somehow become a part of my life.

As the week came to an end, I realized that I couldn't keep isolating myself. I decided to leave my room with a newfound determination. The palace, which had once seemed intimidating, now appeared to be full of opportunities. I was eager to embrace the adventure that awaited me, armed with the resolve to take control of my destiny.

Each step I took beyond the boundaries of my room made me feel stronger and more empowered. I was no longer restricted by the expectations that the story had set for me. I was ready to carve out my path, even though the world outside was vast and full of uncertainties. As I ventured into the unknown, I carried with me the inner strength to challenge the course of destiny and create a story that was uniquely my own.