Rewind Villainess!

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Rewind Villainess!

Chapter 5

Instead of it

Originally, Lydia Hunt should be a spoiled seventeen year old pompous brat who believes in the saying,

"Lydia Hunt is better than any of you."

Definitely a teen who values beauty over personality.

But she was different from then.

I was different.

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The memories of the past six lifetimes that I had a horrible and gruesome death was still intact. But when I opened my eyes, I saw Jane Sciere Hunt. The villainess' usually emotionless mother. Even though she had that title, her beautiful sea blue eyes glimmered in joy as the corners of her lips curled into a gentle smile. She placed her thin and elegant hand on my small cheek and caressed it with her thumb.

Then, the face of Alexander Hunt appeared all of a sudden, looking straight at me with a lopsided grin on his face. He leaned in and almost smothered me with kisses. That was until my mother had cupped her hand on his mouth, pushing him away before he even got to touch me. Their lovey dovey bickering continued and I chuckled, thinking that it would only happen in my mind. But it came out as a small giggle. That's when I realized that I could move my mouth at my own will. I was puzzled and thought it was a coincidence.

The both froze at my show of happiness. I tried to raise my arms, but could only move it up high to a small extent. Once again, I proved to be right. I can move my body now! I can finally call this as my own! Childish babble escaped my mouth, filled to the brim with felicity. Alexander and Jane Hunt looked at me, seemingly amused of my actions. I don't know how nor do I know why. But at this time, I could care less and be more thankful.

My father thought that I who raised my arms was begging him to pick me up and so he did. He held me up in his arms ever so gently, gazing at me with his deep green eyes that held awe. I brought up a pudgy hand to test it once again and landed it on his cheek. He pretended to be hurt and exclaimed "Even you too?!"

I can now do what I want. Just thinking about it, I was fervid. Without realizing, a tear escaped my eye. Soon after, I was crying buckets of tears. To finally call them my parents spreads a warm feeling. Truly, this seventh life as a villainess is quite foruitious.

No more of the pain.

No more of the sufferings.

I can now control my fate.

Is what I primarily thought.

But just like those six past lifetimes, my mother died. Just when I had felt the love coming from a mother, just when I had felt to have a complete family did it dissappear as fast as a bubble can pop. I could not alter that. It was before I was born that Crow Trigh was made an enemy of my father.

I can still recall the events of the forlorn memory; The way my father held me in tightly his arms as we rushed out of our house, not wanting to lose me too, the way my mother smiled at me, not wanting to be my last memory of her crying, and the way she was engulfed in a sea of roaring flames. I can never forget.

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A few years had passed since then and I am now at the age of eight years old. In those seven years and three months, I had lived my life on the ship of Platinum Anchors. My father doted on me everyday and would rub his cheeks into mine every time we meet. I would often tell him off but with this childish voice of mine, he only found it to be cute.

Unlike other pirates, they liked to swab the decks everyday until it shined and everyone abided by the rules because everyone had respect for Captain Reeves. No one likes to get on his bad side. All in all, life here was agreeably well. The cook here was also exeptionally great. Every now and then he would teach me all kinds of recipes. Also, their liquor intake was also recorded. That's why it lasts six months.

Although I was the only kid on the ship, everyone was kind to me in my time being here. However, whenever they would go on quests, I was to be left on ship or was tasked to stay in my room until they come back. Usually two or three bulky men stayed behind to babysit me. It was one of those situations.

I leaned on the railings of the quarterdeck. My father waved at me from afar and I silently returned the gesture. I sighed as I watched them go further into the island of Lione. It was the island where their quest was destined. "Come on now Lydia, don' be sad." Priggs said with his accent and smiled at me. Priggs was a man who was fond of cleaning and cooking. He was the cook I was talking about. With a bald head tied with a red handkerchief, piercing grey eyes, white and blue undershirt and black trousers and boots, you would have thought otherwise.

"Yeah, he's right." Hein followed and patted my head with his large hand. He can crush my head just like that if he wanted to. Hein wore a loose fitting shirt, brown trousers and boots with his long hair tied at the back of his head. Because they were made of pure muscle, I had been scared of them at first. But they turned out to be quite opposite of what I had thought. Actually, they very considerate and kind. "I'm not." I replied, turning to look at them.

"I'm used to this." I pouted slightly, dejected. I also wanted to go with them and see what Lione had to offer. To see and explore a different culture was exciting for me. Both of them heartily laughed and shook their heads. "You're too young. Someone might just kidnap you." They said in unison. It's what they always tell me.

They were right. I'd rather be safe here than kidnapped there. Choosing this is the best option. Until I'm older and capable of defending myself, I'll just stay here on the ship for the meantime. Afterall, sneaking into unknown territory would be dangerous for my part. I also knew that everywhere you go, there is always someone with ill intentions.

"You're right." I replied and stepped back from the railing. "I'll just go to my room and read."

Ever since I was here, my father's co-crews would always tell me that I had a mature mind in a small child's body. I guess they were right. I never threw a tantrum or made trouble for them. But my father buys me stuff that he thinks I would be interested in. Like books or small cotton-stuffed toys. He would, without fail, everytime.

"Will they come back soon?"

"Aye. They will."

But instead of a page-turner, I'd never thought that they would come back with someone unexpected.

End of Chapter Five