[Saint-Moritz, Switzerland, Earth Realm]
It's December 11th of 2036, I turned 7 years old about 3 days ago, and I've learned that the United States and China aren't simple lands in the New York Realm, but powerful countries in the Earth Realm, and that New York was actually a "state" of the United States, in the Northern American continent, whereas China is a Eastern Asian country.
The countries are not friendly to each other in any way.
My father real name is actually Edward, not Jiehong, because he wasn't born in China but in a country in the European continent called Switzerland, son of Chinese parents, while mother was actually born in the Northern American country of Canada, daughter of a father from the United States with a mother from Switzerland, but they were living in the United States when they got together and in their first years married until they had me.
Her father and his father are from American and Chinese old money families respectively, her mother is from a old money family in Switzerland, whereas his mother is from a maternal old money family from the Eastern Asian country of Japan.
I only learned that when I turned 2 years old.
Genetically I'm from the United States, Switzerland, China, Canada, and Japan.
Which I only I understood when they imposed on me to be alphabetized in American English, Swizz German, Mandarin, and Japanese. Because they were the gentle parents I initially thought they were going to be. No, they were the type to impose in their child what they were incapable of doing in a way to sooth they ego.
Not that different from the father I was given as Anna Valentine.
Had I not allowed expectations to build in my heart, believing I could finally have good parents after the parental disaster in my past life that led to my revenge going wrong and consequently my death and Yato's suicide, I wouldn't have been so disappointed.
Everything was flowers until I turned 2 years and 7 months old, in July 13th of 2032, when mother got pregnant of twins, a boy and a girl, they were named Edward Jiehong Qin II and Milena Xialing King Qin. His middle Chinese name meaning the same as father's, while hers meant [little phoenix]. The twins were born in January 5th of 2033, almost a month after I turned 3 years old.
I had suddenly been "promoted" to oldest sister out of three, although everything that came with it made it feel like I had been "demoted" instead. Never in my life was I a person known for being okay with sharing, it was really hard watching my once loving parents and loving grandparents stop loving me and treating me as if I had to mature prematurely to raise my own siblings. My paternal grandfather was still in self-isolation in these Wudang Mountains and I had yet to meet him, but I was already preparing myself to being thrown aside.
They threw all kinds of responsabilities at me, getting angry for breathing too loudly near my siblings, and forcing me to drown in studies solely because I spoke and walked and did everything way earlier, they took me as a genius, but they showed no pride over it, only duties. So, I drowned in it, because it was better than being swallowed by my negative emotions.
There had been no buzzing of magical abilities yet, but I knew it would happen soon, especially when my younger siblings were born and I felt the magic in them, nowhere as strong as in me but still, just as I felt it in all the babies that were being born in the private hospital they took mother to in Shanghai, since we moved from New York to the city when I had just turn 2 years old. That made me certain that magic had spread on Earth and chaos would break out with no experienced elder in it to teach the younger children.
I hadn't awakened a specific magic type yet, but I was able to concentrate while meditating and feel my mana running through the unlocked channels of my body, and constant cultivation of it helps with the awakening process. That's what the first Grandmaster of magic in my original realm learned, a knowledge that he passed down to the future generations, which got refined with time, until it got to my generation. Plus all the Grandmasters that came after him.
Before the King had murdered my mother and put his mistress Juliette in the throne next to him, making their bastard the heir, I was the Crowned Princess, and as such, I was forced to master all the knowledge from the Royal library by the time I turned 9 years old. It's a knowledge that doesn't go away, a knowledge of many prohibited books only existent in that library, which only allowed access to those of the royal bloodline. I took advantage of that privilege.
Back then, I hated training magic because it was obligatory, now I'm glad I did, or I would be devastatingly lost in this world.
Jiehong and Xialing had a taste of what I felt when they were born when they turned 3 years old, as mother gave birth to her and father's 4th child on March 2nd, some months ago, we had moved to Geneve, Switzerland literally in the past new year, from the 31st to the 1st. The 4th child and 2nd son was named Edmund Dongyang King Qin, Dongyang meaning [eastern sun]. And all of a sudden, I began to like my younger siblings, now demoted to middle son and daughter.
The new baby also became quite cute in my eyes, maybe it was the chemistry in my genes changing my personality and add an older sister mindset in it, something I was lacking.
I nicknamed them Jie-Jie, Ling-Ling, and Dong-Dong.
All the attention I had from the elders in my family withered away with Dong-Dong around, but given how I had already gone through that heartbreak after the twins birth, it didn't hurt, if one thing, I felt glad. If they had no eyes to me, they wouldn't feel when I were to awaken, and would be unable to exploit my abilities just because I still have strong feelings for them. I've been through that before, it's not going to happen.
But for some reason, I felt unable to have any emotions for anyone outside my bloodline circle. And I mean, every kind of emotion, sadness or happiness or anger, I felt... nothing at all for anybody else, it's as if my being sees all of them as worthless for some reason. I tried dealing with it, reverting it, because it disgusted me as it made me feel too much like the father I was given in my past life, but it was helpless, I remained... cold and indifferent even seeing accidents and deaths.
It's a trait I've noticed since I was a baby.
That is, until 10 days ago when we travelled to Saint Moritz to spend the end of 2036 and beginning of 2037 with our parents' best friends' families, and I met him.
Mikhail Salvatore Bellucci Koshkin.
It was instant irrational loathe, disgust, everything about the boy 3 years and a half older than me made me recoil and feel like vomitting even. I don't remember ever feeling such strong hatred towards anyone in my entire existence, definately not a kid I've never even met in my life. Something about him felt wrong and all of me could fucking tell it.
He was born in June 8th of 2026, the son of Bianca Bellucci and Alexei Koshkin, both friends with my parents from college or so, they married at the same time as my parents did, and Alexei was actually childhood best friends with father. So the links were there, they apparently intended on their children befriending each other, but it didn't went fully well.
Like me, Salvatore, and I'm calling him that because he apparently hates his middle name, is the oldest son, he has two younger siblings, a boy and a girl, the boy being 5 days older than the twins and the girl being an exact month younger than my youngest brother, thus a baby. Dimitri Franco and Sasha Vittoria Bellucci Koshkin.
Dimitri sure befriended the twins quickly. If their synchronized cries are something to go by, I think Dong-Dong and Sasha might adore each other already as well. The problem is me and him.
For his credit, he tried being civil and educated, but I was so thrown off by the instant hatred and how my body screamed with mistrust regarding his character, I was unable to answer accordingly and I scowled in disgust while glaring at him. That must have hurt his childish fragile ego because he instantly frowned and glared at me with distaste, or maybe he felt the same for me.
Our parents and grandparents seemed unaware of it though.
These past days have been a nightmare, I feel extremely uncomfortable in this villa of his family, especially knowing it's their house... thus his house. It makes me feel like an intruder.
Or worse, an infiltrated spy in enemy grounds.