I watched her, quiet, broken. The maid was beaten and neglected, her body barely hanging on. The lady of the house took pleasure in hurting her, jealous of the young girl's beauty, knowing her husband's eyes lingered on her when he was around. He'd been gone for so long, but soon he would return. What would he think, knowing what his wife had done? How could a lady behave so?
The maid's breaths were shallow, her heartbeat growing fainter with each passing minute. I stayed close, my heart aching for her, for the loneliness she'd endured. She reminded me of myself, dying alone, with no one to love, no one to care.
Then, as her life slipped away, something stirred within me something stronger than my own will. It pulled me, drawing me closer to her. As she took her final breath, I followed her, deeper into the darkness, until I too was swallowed whole.
I woke up, drenched in sweat. Everything felt so real,my skin, the heat, the weight of my breath. I could feel it again. I could sweat. It was... weird.
I tried to move, pushing the covers off and attempting to stand, but my legs gave way. I stumbled, catching myself on the worn-out table, my hand brushing against the broken mirror. When I looked up, I froze.
I wasn't in my own body,obviously, I have no body.
I was in the maid's, her worn, fragile body. But something was wrong. Her hair, once dark, was slowly turning white, matching my own. My heart pounded in my chest, but nothing made sense. Why was I here? How was this even possible?
I couldn't understand anything. It felt like I was trapped in someone else's life, someone else's skin, but none of it was mine.
I needed to leave. i was desperate, i could finally leave this hellish castle , I grabbed a broomstick, gripping it like a weapon. I couldn't stay here. I couldn't stay in this strange, fragile body.
The hallway was dark, the night air cold. As I crept out of the room, I froze. Guards. Everywhere. Their silent presence was overwhelming. They had power, authority, there was too many of them. Who were these people? Why were they here?
I couldn't afford to get caught. I knew the palace had secret routes, hidden pathways I could use. But I had to get to the fireplace first. I needed a distraction.
My body felt weak, unfamiliar. I couldn't afford to make a mistake. I moved slowly, every step calculated, avoiding the guards as best I could. My heart raced, my breath shallow.
When I finally reached the fireplace, I hesitated. My hand trembled as I entered the code, praying it would still work. The mechanism clicked, and a hidden passage opened before me.
I squeezed into the darkness, the narrow tunnel leading me down toward the sewers. I didn't know where it would take me, but I had to escape. The air in the tunnel was musty, but it was freedom, even if just for a moment.
I let out a quiet breath as I entered the sewer system, and soon, the forest would be my refuge. I could rest, and catch my breath.
I had been walking for hours, my legs aching, my head spinning. The darkness around me felt endless, but something changed. I felt it, an arrow cutting through the night air. I barely dodged it, the rush of wind brushing past my face.
I couldn't see clearly in the dark, but I knew I couldn't stand still. I charged forward, adrenaline surging through me. The sounds of battle echoed in the night as I clashed with whoever had shot at me. Their movements were swift and precise, and I fought back with everything I had, the broomstick in my hands like a makeshift weapon.
We fought in the shadows, our silhouettes dancing in the dim light. Then, just as quickly as it had started, the moonlight broke through the clouds. It bathed us both in cold, silvery light, illuminating the fight between us.
I could see them now an enemy, hidden in the dark but now exposed under the pale moon. We paused for a split second, both of us catching our breath.
"You're supposed to be dead." we say in unison.
Both of us stood there, confused and cautious, the flickering light of the moon casting long shadows around us. Neither of us knew how or why the other was still alive, but something was unnerving about it. We'd both been buried in one way or another and yet here we were, facing each other.
The world felt smaller, the air thicker. We were both dead… and not.
It was Eric, my betrothed, before Carlos, the crown prince of Asdrel. My heart skipped a beat, confusion, and disbelief flooding my mind. How could it be him? He should've been dead, buried long ago. Yet here he was, standing before me, alive in the moonlight.
The realization hit me like a wave, and for a moment, the world around me seemed to blur. The universe,fate or whatever force had brought me back,was playing its hand. Somehow, it had put me in this body, and in doing so, had reunited me with my lost love.
Eric's eyes met mine, and I saw it too. He recognized me. His expression was a mixture of shock and something darker.
But I wasn't here for reunions. I had a new purpose now. Carlos, the man who had stolen my land would pay for his betrayal. I would take him down. I would reclaim what was mine.
"Eric," I whispered, feeling the weight of his name on my lips. The past, the pain, the promises we once made... it all rushed back. But I had to focus. There was no time for sentiment. Carlos had to fall.