"I want another one."
"Sweetie, we've told you before. Ask nicely if you want another."
"Give me another candy, please."
A young girl, no older than four, glared at her mother. Both had raven black hair and beautiful blue eyes. The mother sighed as she handed over a candy that sparkled in the sunlight.
"You spoil her too much, dear."
A powerfully built man kissed his wife on the cheek. She leaned into it as she smiled, though their daughter rolled her eyes and walked off the beautiful patio.
"She's going to be quite the handful. Will Orion really like her?"
"Dear, she's only four. Orion isn't even going to arrive to meet her before she's seven. Besides, people change. Let's just hope... our little on does too."
The young girl wandered between roses and lilies, passed a lovely fountain and under a large archway. After she made her way through the large sprawling garden of her family, she walked straight up to a young couple pulling at the weeds.
"Ah, Isaac, the Young Miss."
"Hmph."
Stomping her way to them, the little girl leaned against the man pulling weeds.
"Back away, brat."
She pouted and smacked his back, making him tear more than the weeds from the ground.
"Dammit! Get away before I make you!"
"S-stop, Isaac! She's the Young Miss!"
"Whatever. Brats all she is to me."
The girl simply stuck out her tongue.
"I'll tell Mama and Papa to fire you if you treat me that way."
A smug little smirk crossed her face, but was replaced by fear in an instant. Isaac turned around, willing the winds to follow his orders. Before the girl beside him could do more than stand up...
"Wind Blade!"
"Isaac, NO! Aveline!"
-
'Huh? I'm so sore... but that stab wound doesn't hurt anymore. Where am I?'
Eyes flicking open, Niall began to scan his surroundings.
'This room... it's kinda bigger then my apartment. Hehe... agh.'
"Oww... wait what?"
Sitting up, Niall pushed the large and frilly quilt off of his lap.
"My voice is so small... and cute? Why do I sound like..."
A mirror sat beside the massive bed, so he began to crawl towards it. Peeking into the mirror from atop the bed, a cute and small girl with raven black hair and large blue eyes stared back at him. About a fifteenth of her hair, the left side of her bangs, was longer then normal as well as pure white.
"Who's... wait she's... me?! Wait, I'm a little girl!?"
Looking down, Niall confirmed it. His tiny body was that of a cute little girl.
"Wh-who am I though?"
Fear wracked his brain, but it seemingly ebbed away as a flash of memories erupted in his mind.
'Aveline...? I'm Aveline Synclair? And I'm four. I'm a bundle of cuteness... and a God awful terror. She was this bad at this age? Back in Hero's Chronicle, she told me about her childhood... but Isaac would never hurt her. He's supposed to be a huge softy for a gardener. Why would he...'
Touching the bandages that covered most of Aveline's torso, she winced slightly.
"It hurts..."
She sniffled as tears streamed down her little cheeks. As she began to climb out of the bed, she noticed a dark shadow open her bedroom door.
"Hey Little Bitch. Looks like I can have some fun now!"
Looking up in terror, Isaac began to reach down towards Aveline.
'Why is he doing this? What about Kyra? His girlfriend works for Aveline's family too... why would he do this?!'
An ear splitting scream began to resound throughout the room barreling through the house. The white locks of hair suddenly turned a vibrant green as a wall of wind spiraled around Aveline's tiny body.
"Agh, dammit."
The door burst open, Kyra panting heavily as she walked in. Behind her stood Aveline's parents, Nilly and Thorin.
'Aveline's mom looks just like her. She's so beautiful and graceful. Her father... now that a hell of a powerful build.'
Nilly attempted to get close, cutting herself on the wind.
"My sweet baby, please calm down! Look at Mama!"
Tears were in her eyes as she stared at Aveline. Thorin stood by her side, his auburn hair and silver eyes clashed beside his wife, but they looked absolutely beautiful and strong side by side.
The winds died down, slowly releasing Aveline from within. Her face was stoic as she looked towards Isaac. Her parents looked over as well, his eyes boring into Aveline's.
"Isaac, what were you doing in here?! You know she's terrified after what happened earlier! How did you get out of the cell?"
Isaac ignored Kyra, his eyes seeming to light up green as he stepped closer.
'He's disgusting.'
"Mama, Papa, Kyra... he was trying to touch me. I screamed and cried because I was scared. But... I'm not scared anymore. Something so gross shouldn't make me feel afraid, just disgusted."
Kyra's golden eyes began to bore into Isaac. She looked disgusted as she backed away from him.
"Y-you tried to touch Miss Aveline?! Why?! You know what this family has done for us! You're barely eighteen, yet you try something so... filthy and horrid."
He opened his mouth to speak, but Kyra stepped in the way.
"No excuses. Miss Aveline didn't even hurt you, yet you try to defile her. I will protect her with my life, no matter how much I cared for you."
She spat on his foot, one of her hands reaching back towards Aveline. Her little hands grabbed Kyra's as she stared up at her. Her slender frame was barely able to protect anyone.
From beside them, both Nilly and Thorin were on their feet. Respectively, their eyes began to glow a bright blue and a strong brown.
"You want to belive this little bitch over me?! She's a spoiled little prat that shouldn't be given happin-"
His voice cut off as two voice overpowered his.
"Ice Spikes."
"Earth Spikes."
A multitude of massive spikes, seemingly, appeared from nowhere and skewered Isaac. His blood splattered everywhere as his eyes died down.
Turning around, Kyra looked down at Aveline. Tears were in her eyes, blood covering various areas of her body, as she patted Aveline's head.
"I'm so sorry, little one. You're safe now. He can't hurt you."
Aveline climbed to her feet and hugged Kyra.
"He can't hurt you either."
Sucking in her breath, Kyra sobbed as she hugged Aveline.
-
April 12th, Year of the Wolf-Tiger
Dear Diary,
I woke up in the body of Aveline Synclair. After her, now my, parents killed Isaac, the gardener, they had me sleep in Kyra's room. She's a sweet maid that's barely fourteen now. I started up this diary to keep note of how things went, pretty much to compare my knowledge with the stuff that happens now that I'm here.
Originally, Isaac didn't even show up in Hero's Chronicle. Now he's dead after attempting to harm me, or Aveline.
Everything feels strange here, but I'm gonna love with it. I'm Aveline Synclair now, and I'm gonna try my damn best to make sure that we don't die. I'm going to break Hero's Chronicle. With my best foot forward, Aveline Synclair will become a better person, as well as a powerful piece of history. Don't let me down now.
My biggest question right now;
How did I become my favorite character?