It's was midnight.
When she remembered, her own death.
She was breathing heavily, prostate in the ground in the middle of the road where there was darkness and blood flows like a river.
She was in an accident,and was hit by a tractor-trailer, when passing on a the road.
Having remembered her own death, made her dread.
Knowing that, she was from future and the world she's currently living in was the past.
Remembering all her memories up to now she said "was it all fake?" She paused as she cried silently "what am i going to do?".
It was then morning when she came back to her senses and stopped crying.
The amount of tears that jut out of her face didn't bother her as it was something that relieve a person, maybe it was to paved for something that has transpire or the end for a new chapter.
She then got out of her bed and sat down to a chair and a desk made out of a wallnut tree " the antique of the future" she said then focused and then withdraw a fountain pen and a paper of her desk drawer.
She wants to write what knowledge she have of this time it was lucky that she was a historian in her last life, "I shall write it in my old language which is "Filipino"to make sure that if anyone come across my writing they would just see it as a kind of writing that doesn't have much of importance because they can't understand it.
"Now let's start writing" .
An hour has passed, it was a time enough for her to gather some memories that once was lost and forgotten.
It was opportune that the memories flowed into her mind like a water.
In her paper there she write, that in her last life she was a historian where her mother was a doctor and her father was a Lawyer.
She lived comfy life not until she died(?)
As for the past in her last life,
She remembered, they search about the histories of her family, there she, remembered that they were all killed, and the mysteries begun.
Centuries had passed and the truth of the mystery of the massacre, is still unearthed.
Maybe was her going to the past, something have to do with the massacre? She thought.
An uncertainty build up in her hearth as she question as if there's someone talking to her "Why me?", "What kind of help can a historian do?", "Die in the masscre?"
She didn't even paused as she continuesly questions herself.
There she felt a heavy sense of responsibility "What can i do?".
The question remained in her mind in minutes and hours,it was then half past-eight.
It was then time for another bustling day, there a maid went up to her " My lady it's time for breakfast".
For a moment she have forgotten that she lived in the past, because of remembering her last life. She must act like she always used to if not something will likely to happen.
Yes, help me prepare. She pause, almost forgetting the paper, she focused about putting the letter in the drawer and didn't even bother aking the maid to do it in her instead.
When she was done, they started to prepare her.
First was a bath in a porcelain- lined tub full of rose petals in it, and a maid to help you bath your own body.
It was something that she was used to but not anymore.
Second was to dress her and do her make-up, there a mirror in front of her, lies a face really different in her past body.
Pale, rose colored lips and cheeks a pointed nose, an indigo eyes color and a blonde hair with a curvy and tall body compared to her old body that was not pale nor really tan, a black eyes and a black hair she was curvy but was little in height, with a pale lips, cheeks and a straight- shaped nose.
But what's the difference, if the soul used was only one?
It was just a breakfast, but it seems like preparing for a party, every way to prepare was extravagant because "étiquettes" in these era, was like life of the human itself.
A dress was clothe on her, it was a dress that is lavish but a dress she'll never want to wear again.
It was a dress with a crinoline skirt, it was something she don't ever want to walk with again, it was uncomfotable and also the panier and the corset and thinking about how hot it will be when she wears it just tires her out "how did i live with these?"She mumbled.
The dress was a white with gold laces and flower designs.
Finally, the last step.
The "cosmetic" part, but she remembered how deadly the cosmetics are in this era and she stopped them when they were about to put those deadly cosmetics on her face.
"I'm not putting any of those today".
The maid paused as the lady always won't skip the part if it comes in the word "cosmetics"
Yes, then we shall head out now, lady.
Yes, help me get up.
She said as she prepares herself to see her parents who have a high energy to tease her.
The door opened and a knight and a maid accompany her to the breakfast table.