Cursed Fates

Chapter 1: Back to Past

(Y/N) woke up with a gasp, fingers desperately clutching her neck. She vividly remembered the pain of the blade slicing her neck. Her lungs struggled to breathe in air but the panic settling inside her made it difficult for her to do so. Lips cried out with anguish. She cried for herself as her mind reminded her of what had happened. However, she soon realised something was wrong because if she had been killed, why was she here?

Eyes took in the room she was in and it was her bedroom from when she was young. Taking the covers off of her, she stumbled out of the bed and towards the mirror in the room.

The sight shocked her. "How is this possible...?"

She was back to being a child. Her body had turned back to tiny and the youthful eyes stared back in surprise. From the paint on the walls to the intricate designs etched into the roof edges, everything was the same. Even the way her room smelled; like oak wood and coffee. It took her a while to finally accept that she wasn't dead and maybe had dreamt it all. Except, the memories of her past life were still fresh in her mind and she was sure that it wasn't just in her thoughts. It was all too real. She had actually died and woke up in her child self. And she didn't know how.

The sun was coming up and the bright rays of light illuminated everything by the time she came to term with her situation. The sound of birds chirping had her smiling, feeling like this time, she will not make the same mistakes again. Now, she will live a happy life away from all those people who had hurt her.

The tiny girl looked back at herself in the mirror, baby fists clenched in determination and eyes glowing with fierceness. 'Now no one can hurt me.'

As soon as she said this, her eyes noticed the burning of wounds on the back of her legs. Picking up her gown, everything filled her with anger. There were many lash marks that still throbbed with pain. They were red as if seething with hatred.

Then she proceeded to check her entire body and found countless bruises covered by her nightgown so others could not see them openly. Some were new, some were old. But all of them looked and felt painful to the touch and eye.

Someone knocked on her door before rudely walking in, not even waiting for a reply. (Y/N) was startled, spinning to face the unknown intruder as her fingers dropped her gown.

It was a maid, someone (Y/N) was all too familiar with.

Agatha.

Agatha was her nanny and personal maid assigned to care for her needs and wants. The only one of the many maids working for her family given to her. However, the pastel purple haired maid did everything except what she was supposed to do. The maid hated the fact that she had been assigned to serve the detested young lady of the Dragoné's. The bastard. The illegitimate blood. She wanted to serve someone else, preferably one of the handsome young masters but luck was not on her side. So, to cope with this, she did everything in her power to bully the young kid.

"Stupid child..." She whispered, eyes rolling with annoyance.

Purple eyes glared at the young child with displeasure, already expressing as if she wanted to be somewhere else.

"Why aren't you ready yet?"

(Y/N) just stood in her place, dumbfounded over the treatment. She had gone through this before. Still, she now had the advantage of foresight and could somewhat predict the outcome way before anything bad could happen. And she knew that for her to have a better life, she needed the servants on her side. So she did what she had to do, innocent eyes fluttering at the slightly older girl. "I- I was waiting for Agatha... Agatha has pretty face and I missed her."

The effect was obvious with how the purple eyes widened, a slight blush coating the cheeks and ears. "W-wha-"

"Agatha, pretty! I like Agatha!"