Chapter One

Where on earth am I?

...I died, didn't I?

I know for a fact I did. Or else I would be perfectly fine.

I feel as if I'm floating, swirling down like I'm being sucked into a black void.

Ha. Serves me right. The perfect prison for a person like me. Even though I've done nothing wrong my whole life. I tried to be good, but that stupid stepfamily of mine made me look like the worse human possible.

At least now I'll get to spend the rest of eternity in this black void pondering my life and cursing that "stepfamily" of mine.

"Miss....Miss..."

What on earth-?

Who...who dares interrupt my time in the void?

"Miss? Miss, please wake up."

Huh-

A person.

Wait- wake up? Am...Am I alive still?

Suddenly my eyes open as if on cue. I'm in the most beautiful room I've ever seen.

Standing to the side with the most terrifying look on her face is a girl in a maid outfit. She's staring at me as if I was the lord of death himself.

Sunlight fills the small room I'm in and I finally get out of the bed.

But instead of my own adult legs, small childlike legs are there instead.

What the-?

The small child legs take me to the window, seemingly the only known source of the outside aside from the probably locked dungeon-like door.

A tower.

I'm in the top room of a tower. Like a princess in those stories I remember the kids in my class always talking about.

"M-Miss?" the maid asks, fear filling her face.

The child's legs carry me now to a vanity, where blackish red roses line the mirror.

Butterflies surround what is probably the child-like face I now have.

That's when I finally get a look at the face of this child.

Only, the face I'm looking at is nothing like a princess.

At this very moment I might as well be the Lord of the Dead.

Because I am. Or rather, the Mistress of Death.

I am...

This is...

The face staring back at me is none other than Odette Ruby Mara, the villainess in my favorite game of all time, Fighting For Freedom.

An absolute monster.

Oh my lord. Oh my lord.

I...

I can't breathe right now. This can't be happening. I thought that death would be the ultimate freedom.

But...But I was wrong.

I will die again. And again. And again. And again.

Oh my god.

It takes every inch of this small seven year old body of Odette's for me not to pass out. Or kill the maid.

That...that was not me.

I- I would never wish someone dead. Unless the person was my stepfamily.

Odette's thoughts. For sure.

She can still think after all.

Instead of turning to the maid, I decided to take the hair brush on the side of the vanity and comb the beautiful pink hair that Odette has.

For a so-called "monster", she really is pretty.

Her blue eyes have the most blank look in them. I don't think she ever smiled out of happiness in the game. The only smile she ever showed was when she was going insane. Or was planning the demise of Dawn, the heroine.

I completely forgot about the butterflies. Odette had a strange love for them. They followed her around. They were her own personal servants. Flowers fell dead around her. Roses darkened in her presence.

The Kingdom feared her. Her family was terrified of her. They locked her in this tower when she was just 5 years old.

She...or rather, I have been here for two years.

If I remember correctly, she finally gets out of the tower two weeks after her seventh birthday to attend her older brother, Ryver's, social debut.

That means...I have two weeks.

I'll be trapped in this bloody tower for two weeks. As if I didn't already spend god knows how many hours trapped in my room back at the penthouse.

It's almost as if I didn't reincarnate at all. That's how similar me and Odette are.

When I finally turned back to the maid, she was gone. She just disappeared. I guess I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear her leave. Or she could be a medieval version of Houdini. Both could be true.

Okay, moving on from the maid!

There's got to be some paper or something around here somewhere.

Hopping down from the vanity stool, I check the drawers of the vanity for paper. Better yet a diary. I'm fairly certain that Odette keeps one. If anything I think it might be in the desk next to the bed.

Odette's child legs take me to the desk next to the bed. I check the drawers and sure enough there's a diary.

I take a seat on the desk chair and flip to the latest entry.

Two days ago.

It reads:

September 11th, XXXX,

My birthday is today. I'm seven years old. As of now, I've been stuck in the same place for two years.

I want out. But mommy and daddy say no. As if they are scared of me. I don't know what to do. I've been trying to ask them the same question for my whole life. The one question: "What is wrong with me?"

I scream it out sometimes, but no one hears me. Ever.

I cry myself to sleep every night, because I don't have the answer.

So, please, someone. Answer this one question of mine: "Why do they all hate me?"

This makes me want to cry. I've asked myself the same exact question every night.

Oh, Odette.

You have no idea how much they hate you. They hate you and I both so much more than you could imagine.

They are scared to see just how powerful of a witch you can become.

They are terrified of what will happen if you become Queen.

They are scared out of their minds because of the monster you are. The power you possess.

Odette, I promise you.

I promise you, you'll become the most powerful witch in all the land.

I'll make that cursed woman of a heroine pay for all she's done for you.

If there's anything I've learned from the real world, it's:

Trust no one. Not even those you thought you knew.

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To be continued

(A/N: I renamed the Heroine of the game to Dawn. Luciana felt weird. Mostly because I'm in the middle of FE Awakening right now, so, Dawn it shall be! See you next time :))