[Valentine Queendom, Thorian Realm]
"You killed her!" King Lukas Valentine screamed at me, "You killed Juliette, you vicious wrench. You murder. She took care of you and you killed her!"
I stared at him with dead eyes, wanting to kill him. It was all for him to die, she shouldn't have drank his wine, he should have been poisoned instead. He killed my mother and took his mistress is, but I never had a problem with Juliette, though I never liked her, my problem was always with him. Especially after he made his bastard born out of a wedlock, two weeks before me, the Crowned Prince, taking the crown out of me.
He took everything from me.
Had they not put those magic binding ties all over me, I would be using my magic to try kill him before I die. Why did Juliette had to drink that? Everything would be better if he died.
What did she wanted to prove? That she's an idiot? Sooner or later he would dump her for an younger woman again, he has a pattern.
"She never took care of me," I glared at him, not giving a shit about him being King or not, he wasn't the rightful heir, mother was and he murdered her, this is a Queendom, a woman should rule, not a disgusting excuse of a man such as him. "But at least you know how I felt when you killed my mother," I spit.
He pressed his blade on my neck, "You will pay for your crimes with your blood. I curse you to be stuck for eternity in hell until it freezes over and the our realm clashes with another. I pray that your soul suffer forever."
Under the platform of the public execution there were an ocean of people in all directions, and I could feel his golden eyes longing and staring at me from somewhere at my far left. Yato Gregorio is the head of the assassin's guild of the Queendom of Verena, he's my soulmate who's been my shadow since my mother died, around the time we met when I was 10 and he was 13, becoming my lover when I was 19 and he was 22.
I told him to stay out of here, but I'm not surprised that he's here. Had the roles been switched I would teared the world apart for him. That's how strong our bond is.
But panic rose in my gut when I felt his shadow magic spreading and coming closer until he propelled himself out of where he was, landing close to me in the platform, in front of my father, who nearly slit my throat startled. Yato close his hand in the blade of father's sword, pushing it away from my neck, his bloodlust in a overwhelming level.
"If you intend on killing Anna, you will have to go through me first, Lukas Valentine," he hissed and I felt genuine fear creeping in me.
"Yato," I cried, "he has light magic."
"I don't give a fuck," he hissed, shadows spreading all around us.
My panic thickened, but as I felt a wrong and overwhelming sensation coming from above, I glared up and horror took over when I saw a slit on the reality of our realm opening, widening more and more. And as things came from that realm into ours, others left ours and when into theirs.
"What the..."
Before I could finish, someone came from behind me, grabbed my head with their big bare hands and twisted, breaking it, then I felt my flesh being teared around my neck by force as whoever it was decapitated me with their hands. And I in those last moments I felt drowned in the strong scents of burned tobacco and agarwood coming from whoever was behind me, killing me.
The next second I saw my soul leaving my body, Yato falling to his knees and falling into despair screaming as he saw my dead body, then he took out his daggers and slit his throat wide open, killing himself with me.
And as my consciousness waved, I felt my soul being pulled into the slit opened in our realm, like a portal to another, a slit that was getting wider at each second.
Next went black.
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[Somewhere in the "New York Realm"]
It took me 90 days to understand that I had been reincarnated in a... very different world, or to accept that I was a baby again, a baby that needed to be fed through my... new mothers breast. That certainly is weird when I was a 25-year-old days ago. More weirder than that was this new realm called New York, or this strange language they were talking and I was somehow understanding it all, their communication skills felt primitive at best.
My parents in this life were definately not... a King and a Queen, which meant I was not a Princess, nor was I named Anna Valentine, but Melissa Zhihao King Qin, a very peculiar name if we take into consideration that the last names King and Qin sound quite alike.
In these past 90 days I learned some things.
One, I'm the daughter of a woman called Morticia Ann King with a men called Jiehong Qin, although, for some reason he public goes by the name "Edward", so Edward Qin, and both have been trying to have a child since they got married, 6 years ago, when Morticia was 20 and Edward was 28 years old.
Two, they are apparently from two different lands with different cultures, which explains why their features are so different, as Morticia has cascading strawberry blonde curly hair with big doe ice blue eyes and pale skin, while Edward has straight jet black hair with smaller monolid grey eyes and yellow skin. He called his land China and she called hers United States, which are probably within this New York realm.
Three, according to what the woman named Yaling Hong Qin, who called herself my paternal grandmother, said, I was given the middle name Zhihao because in their "Chinese" culture it Zhi means [wisdom, intellect] and Hao means [brave, heroic, and chivalrous], things they wish on me. She also said something about her Yaling name meaning [elegant, graceful, refined, and tinkling of jade], and of my father's real name Jiehong meaning [outstanding and vast].
Four, they said I take after both, that I'm "mixed" or whatever that meant.
Five, none of these people seem to possess an ounce of magic in their bodies, and though I sensed quite the strong magic within my newborn body, they seem unaware of it, as if they had no idea that magic even existed to begin with. Which led me to the realization that they're primitive when it comes to the knowledge of the cosmos and of mana.
Six, our calendar somehow works in the same way and is guided by the constellations, so that much they know, altough the year count in this New York realm is different from the year count back in the Thorian realm I was originally from. We were in year 9784 when I died there, while in this realm I was born in 2029, in December 8th of 2029 to be precise, during winter, coincidentally giving me the same birthday I had as Anna, since I had been born in December 8th of 9758.
Seven, I am the only daughter of the heirs of two "old money" families from my parents' respective realms, which is said to be rich for generations and to have some kind of power in this society, although their power doesn't seem to be the political type such as nobility or royalty. Although grandmother Yaling bragged about her husband, my father, and consequently I, being descendants of a Imperial bloodline from their China land, something like that. She called my grandfather Jietang [outstanding and prosperous] Qin, saying he was isolated in a place called Wudang Mountains in their land.
Lastly, I was born early when Morticia was 7 months pregnant, so we've stayed in this "hospital" place this whole time, which I believe to be a medical building, and whoever is the woman in the room next to ours, I can feel the magic inside the body of the baby she had in there, which means, I might belong to the first generation of magic wielders in this New York realm.
I'm curious to know if it's releated to that slit in the reality that connected our realms to each other.
Yato died at the same time as I did, did he also got reborn here? Or did his suicide after his reincarnation with me? Will I be able to find my soulmate in this strange realm again?