Long live the Villainess

#1-Raven Mhyrr

Being a newborn was extremely pleasant. After vain attempts to speak, walk, or protest, you realize you are powerless and that the only thing you are able to do is nothing.

In addition the bewilderment that caused this phenomenon on me made me spent my limited efforts and attention on my uncontrollable body and the strange environment standing around my wooden cradle.

Red paint along with cursive golden patterns covered the four walls. Two windows with a square base and a round top let through the thin white yellowish curtains the warm rays of the sun, who fall on the burgundy and wine carpet. Some plants whose leaves were filled making them look like a full plump triangle. And unlit candlesticks were disposed at strategic emplacements around the wide room.

The lingering smell of firewood and spices let a warm impression on my small red tongue.

I feel my body being lifted into a warm embrace. My little hand grabs the rough finger of the woman.

When I woke up in this body, the first thing that I saw was the face of a woman. A face full of tenderness and love. Feelings that were once so familiar to me. Black soft hair tickling my nose and green twinkling eyes. Her face is marked by the sun and scars crossing her skin like white ink. But her dark pink lips smile is so raw that every imperfection are erased by her happiness.

"Our little Raven is so lovely! Look how calm she is!" she whispers delighted.

An unfamiliar hand brushes my thin cottons hair. I lift my eyes and meet the face of a man. His brown eyes meet mine through the ginger locks falling on his forehead, contrasting with his dark skin. His thin lips stretch in a smile.

I tilt my head slightly, confused. My father never smiled; his eyes were always full of content, but he never showed explicit joy. This simple act make my heart tingle.

"She is a little angel compared to Oseye," he laughs.

"I want to see her! I want to see my sister! I want to see my sister!" cries a high-pitched voice.

I wince as the loud words hurt my ears. A chubby little boy in a small sunset tunic, runs towards her mother, bumping into the leg of his father. Sensing the tears threatening to wet my face, the woman scolds her child.

"Hush, Raven isn't used to loud noise. You are scaring her!"

"I-I didn't mean to..." he whimpers back.

I frown trying to jiggle out of the arms of the woman.

'I am not scared. And my name is not Raven, it is...it is...'

My mind refuses to say my true name. Or rather, it is my chest that tightens painfully each time I recall my previous life.

'Looks like they really killed me after all,' I think bitterly.

I didn't feel anything except the subtle touch of feathers brushing my neck. Something hot and wet roll down my cheek.

"Oh sweetie, don't cry! You don't have to be scared. I will always protect my little bird."

The crystal-clear voice of the woman pushes away my dark thoughts as she cradles me. I wale screaming at the top of my lungs.

I try to push her away from me, but my wrinkly pink hand only manages to brush her hard embroidered collar.

"I think she wants to hug you, mom!"

'No! I don't!'

But I am pressed against her chest, as the little boy giggles, "She looks like me!"

I blink to chase the tears that clouds my vision. The little boy is the exact copy of his father except for his slightly lighter skin.

"Where are my genes?" sighs the black-haired woman.