The streets were filled with cries of the citizens. Curses filled Sloane's ears, while blood trickled from her forehead soaking her once beautiful ebony colored silky hair.
Wounds covering her body lacerated; as she was pushed and dragged towards the City Square, where the grim reaper patiently waited to take her scarred soul.
The executioner forced her head into the frame of the guillotine. She looked up, but only saw the disgusting sight of a person sitting high without an ounce of guilt.
She gritted with fury raging in her heart. Her ruby red eyes burned with the desire for revenge.
"So this is my reward for dedicating myself to a coward. A playboy like you."
Tears trickled down her eyes when she remembered how her younger sister was assaulted and how her father was assassinated by this monster who claimed to be the king.
But now she will join them in the afterlife. She smiled bitterly.
The guard spoke aloud.
"On this day. The criminal worst of the worst, who rebelled against the light of the kingdom. Who is charged with murdering countless lives....."
"Why.....?" her heart cried.
"Who brought shame upon the royal family....."
"Why is the world so unfair?...." she gritted.
"Sloane de Nirvana shall be executed as a cost for her crimes!!!"
Suddenly, the carved amber pendant she wore around her neck belonging to her late mother started to glow.
Her lifeless eyes widened with astonishment.
Everything around her blurred out. She could hear the faint cries and curses of the people fade away.
Her stiffened body felt soft and small. She felt something soft against her body. Then she again heard a faint voice clearing out.
".....ady!M'lady please wake up! It's morning!"
"Mmm...morning!!?"
Her eyes opened wide like that of an owl. She started breathing heavily, sweating from head to toe.
"M'lady! Are you alright?" her personal maid rushed over to her side alarmed.
Sloane gazed at the familiar ceiling then at the maid beside her.
"Cecile?"
"Yes, young miss?"
"So it really is Cecile." Her personal maid was by her side like in the old days.
"Where am I?"
"You are in your room m' lady. Why do you ask?"
Sloane's eyes widened with disbelief.
"Wasn't I about to be executed?" she thought.
She suddenly jumped out of her bed and ran to the mirror.
To her disbelief, she saw her twelve-year-old self.
"Is this a dream? Was I sent back in time?"