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...Chapter 1: Unordinary life...

This is a story of two young girls and their unordinar life as twins with a previous live.

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A loud hallway, shouting and chatting people. The same feeling as usual. It was a normal day for the twins. After all school started again, after three long weeks of Christmas-vacation. But well, it wasn’t a normal day as they thought.

As they walked into the classroom and sat down in their seats, they saw a new teacher walking in right after them. She had long light brown hair that hang loosely over her shoulders, she wore a light blue blouse with a black jeans and to that simple sneaker. On her nose sat a white, well more like see-through, glasses. She had a soft smile on her face as she looked into the class and right to the twins that were sitting in the back row on the bank next to the window.

On of the girls had long light blonde shining hair that reached until her upper hip. She had a few straights of hair clipped up to the back of her head. With her long hanging into her face. She wore black high waist jeans with a whole on each knee. Her beige pullover was big oversized and tucked into her jeans. To that she wore black converse shoes and a little black hand back. Her nails were colored in five pastel colors; yellow, blue, pink, green and violet. The girl had amazingly sea-green eyes that were almost light pastel. To the teacher the girl looked like she was shining.

Next to her sat her twin sister. Surprisingly she looked much younger as if she was just 13 years old. Her white-colored hair looked so unnatural, that it looked barely real. It was so long that it even reached until her knees. Her eye colour was a mix of light blue and light purple. Her bangs hanging way past her eyebrows. The only thing that looked natural about her were her clothing. A black mini-skirt and a grey knighted pullover.

Nobody thought that those two girls were twins or even born on the same day, since the two of them are two completely different types of persons and stylists of cloth and colour. Those two are no others than the Anderson twins, Frida Henrietta and Clara Elena Anderson.

‘Oh my good Lord, they are Princess Mary and Princess Catherine. I am more than positive, I mean I knew Princess Mary since she was a baby!’ the Teacher thought to herself as she waited for the class to fill up.

***

After the class was seated the teacher looked into the room as she walked in front of the board, so she was visible for the whole class.

"Good morning class, I am your new teacher for the rest of the year. My name is Ms. Margaret Quinn. I'm a history and English teacher. I'm born and raised in Ireland. To get to know all of you, I want you to introduce yourself with your names, age, hobbies and what's special about you!" Ms. Quinn explained in simple sentences to the class as some of the students were whispering to each other.

"Are there any questions left, boys and girls?" she asked as she noticed that some student's weren't really paying attention to what she was saying.

"What happened to Mrs. Kramer?" "Yeah, why isn't she here anymore?" two of the girls asked kind hurt that the teacher wasn't there anymore.

"Mrs. Kramer is pregnant and, as you all know, pregnant women aren't allowed in the school because there are many illnesses they could get. They can risk their and their children's lives with coming to school to teach you. I know it's kinda sudden, but I promise you'll have as much fun with me as you had with her. Now if all the questions are cleared I want to start the introductions. We are gonna start in the front row!" Ms. Quinn said pointing on the student in the front row who was sitting right in front of her desk.

The introductions went on and on, but eventually came to the twins. Clara looked over to her twin sister with a pleading look. Gladly Frida nodded her head before she cleared her throat to get ready to speak.

"I am Frida Henrietta Anderson and I am 17 years old. I am very interested in history and in photography. I also love to ride on one of my horses or to read near the water!" Frida shortly introduced herself in a shy and rather low voices as she looked at the teacher with a little smile.

"And what's special about you Frida?" the teacher asked very interested about the girl. "I... uhm I am very independent for my age, I am not a real party girl like most of the girls my age are. I am not really interested in stuff other girls my age do these days. I just mind my own business and who doesn't like it can just **** off!" Frida explains in a friendly voice.

"What’s with your language, Frida?" Mrs. Quinn asked with raised eyebrows as she heart Frida's last two words. "Don't worry Mrs. Quinn, she is the nice one!" one student blurred out into the classroom. "If you say so, Michael!" the teacher answered while looking at the girl next to Frida.

"I'm Clara Elena Anderson, I'm 17 years old and her twin sister!" Clara explained shortly while pointing to her sister next to her. "What’s special about me is that I am not as nice as I look like and that I am not as old as I look like. My hobbies are nothing that should bother you, I mean honestly, I don't know you. Nobody, besides my sister here, knows what my real hobbies are!"

"Maybe that's why you don't have friends!" Annabella, one of the snooty girls of the class, laughed while she looked back at Clara with a sparkle of evil in her eyes. Clara starred at the girl with so much anger and hate in her eyes, if they wouldn't have been in class, Clara would have ripped Annabella's guts out. But since Clara couldn't do that, she shoot Annabella a dark, evil look; a look the girl never ever had sawn before in her whole life. Quickly Annabella turned around and fell silent while Clara got a smirk on her face as she looked over to her sister. Frida just shook her head on her sister, not really believing what she just did.

"She also can scare people with just starring at the person!" a boy from across the room said as he also got a little scared from the girl.

"Okay. I'm glad that you all introduced yourself to me. Now I think it's time for today's lessons. We'll start with the Royal family of Ireland. Please open your books on page 215!" the teacher said as most of the class groaned while they took out their books. Frida on the other hand was very thrilled about the new topic.

"King William Roy James von Davidson and Queen Lilibeth Penelope Violet von Davidson had three kids: Georg Henry Anton von Davidson, Mary Flora Eleanor von Davidson and Enya Rose Estelle von Davidson. The two girls you see on page 215 are Princess Mary Flora Eleanor von Davidson from the Kingdom of Ireland and Princess Catherine Sara Fria de Kurai from the Kingdom of Japan. They were best friends for most of their short lives!" the teacher said as she looked right up to the twins.

The picture they looked at was of two girls drinking tee. It looked like they were chatting with each other happily, without a care in the world. But that wasn’t what the students of the class were so surprised about, it was the look of the two thirteen-years-olds who didn’t look their age. The twins in the last row were like there identical clones.

“As you already see the similarity, I want the two of you to hold a presentation about the two kingdoms! Frida you will display the Kingdom of Ireland and Clara will display the Kingdom of Japan, while we are at it. We will draw lots for the other presentations!” explained, Miss Quinn, the new history teacher. “Are two weeks enough preparation time for you?” she asked as she looked into the twin’s direction.

‘It’s normal because we were these people in our past lives. And we have that unnatural DNA, so it’s not surprising that we can’t supress our previous selves coming out again!’ the twins thought to themselves.

The name Mary Flora Eleanor von Davidson is a well-known name for me, but the memories that I associate with that name are hurting a lot, even now, I have to say. I mean I know everything about her; her life, family and that is because I was Mary Flora Eleanor von Davidson in my previous life.

Yeah, I really was the crown princess of Ireland. I loved my “job” as a princess and was fulfilling my duties around the castle. And now everything is coming back to me, since that new teacher started talking about it.

Since all that is in my past now I shouldn´t bother, right? Yeah, well it is not that easy to forget what your past life was like, especially not if you liked it. I loved my life actually.

I had two siblings; an older brother Georg Henry Anton von Davidson and a younger sister Enya Rose Estelle von Davidson. I loved my sibling dearly until the day I died in the sweet age of 15.

You´re probably asking yourself; why did she die so early in her life? Well, my father killed me. Yeah, you read that just right, he killed ‘his own’ daughter. Why? One day I found out that my father, William Roy James von Davidson, wasn´t actually my ‘real’ father.

He wasn´t able to have children, but he wanted to have children so much that my mother, the Queen; Lilibeth Penelope Violet von Davidson, had to figure something out. So, my mother kinda slept with my uncle or to be previse my biological father, her brother-in-law, Williams’s brother; Alexander David Oscar von Davidson. He was the father from all three of the Queens children. It always felt a little strange with William being my father. I think all three of us felt strange being told that we are his children. But what could we have done about it, anyway?

I never felt close to my ‘father’, the king. But the king always held something for my brother that I never understood. William loved Georg and preferred him constantly. He was treating Enya and me different also he never loved or even like us girls. That, of course, was hurting my mother since she just tried to make him happy with having children. But instead of being happy to have children, he sometimes even hit me. He even tried to hit my little sister. Of course, I couldn't let him do that, I mean who would I´ve been if I did have let that happen. Just God knows that I did everything in my willpower to protect my little sister.

Once I told him that nobody would ever hurt my little Enya as long as I would live and that he should be glad to have three such wonderful children. I also told him what I just found out. Seconds after the words blurred out of me, in my range that he was once again about to hit the holy hell out of me, he took one of his shotguns and shot me into the chest. I stumbled back to the next wall, holding my chest and gasping for air. He hadn´t quite killed me yet, but in his had control over my body or what was going to happen next. Then he pressed me his gun into the hand and left me there for dead. And with that my life was over, once and for all.

Maybe you are asking now, why did she liked her life so much if she was like constantly abused from the king? Actually, that is a very good question. I loved my life because I was happy with what I had. It maybe wasn´t much, but it was enough to make me happy; Two wonderful siblings, a genius best friend, a loving mother, a great uncle/father and a job I really liked to do. eyes, I could see that, that would be his next job to full fil. So William took me out to the garden, to the place I loved to be. It was under an old cherry tree that was giving me such comfort throughout the time. I was sitting against the tree with my breathing not even close to okay, my chest was hurting, and the wound was bleeding like hell. I was about to pass out by that time, so I didn´t really

Maybe my previous life wasn´t perfect, but I was always positive that once I would have become into a higher position in the castle, the king would be more respectful towards me and my sister. George, my brother, never wanted to be become the king of Ireland, he would have preferred to stay the Duke of Ireland. He loved the jobs he had to do as a Duke. In the line of succession, the place he wanted to take was meant for me, but I wanted to become the Queen of Ireland. A few years before I go murdered, we agreed that we would take each other’s place after the king would have died, so both of us would have the positions we wanted to have.

***

As the memories of my past were running through my head, I was sitting on my desk in my current life with tears streaming down my face as I was holding onto my amulet that was hanging around my neck. The amulet is the same that I had in my past life. The Queen gave it to me as a child, before I went on a trip with my grandmother. In the amulet were two pictures the first picture was a picture of my prior self and her, well my, two siblings. On the second picture was the Queen with her three children.

I was an emotional wreck by just thinking about my past self and life. The only thing that gives me some peace right now is that my twin sister, Clara, was my best friend in my previous life. Clara, who was Catherine Sara Fria de Kurai the princess of Japan, somehow helps me cope since I realised that I am no longer in my old life. And the best thing is that we both remember our past life’s that was how we figured out who we were.

Even if we seem to be distant, we are incredibly close. I can tell Clara everything and she understands everything, and she is always supporting me. And I do the same for her. We may seem to be two totally different people, we are, but still, nobody and nothing could break us apart. Our personalities are the complete other different from each other’s. She can scare people away very easily and seems to be rather cold, somewhat angry, bitchy like, loud and unreachable. While I am always smiling, being kind, shy, silent and always happy.

Clara was sometimes a rebel and isn´t always that easy to handle. I am mostly the only one who can calm her down. Sometimes she gets in trouble in school and mostly I am the one who has to get her out of trouble. I always try to talk to her before she gets in trouble once again.

Some of our teachers and classmates are scared of her, but also of me. Once there was that girl who started a fight with my sister. That crazy girl started calling us the cruellest names you can imagen. In that very moment the both of us got the same instinct-twin-thought and started to hit on her emotionally and physical. Clara was beating literally the holy hell out of her, and I was beating her emotionally with giving her a peace of my mind. Both of us were discarded from the school for two weeks, had to apologise to sweet little Abigail and got grounded for about four weeks. That was like the only time my current parents where like really disappointed in me and didn´t knew where that was coming from, since I was never in such trouble ever before and never ever got into a fight. I was normally the one settling the disputes and getting my sister out of trouble.

***

I felt crushed and wasn´t feeling too good as I got out of my memorial thoughts about my previous life. I don´t know what to do or think anymore. I am just a too sensitive person for all of this shit. I couldn´t think straight anymore as I was pacing back and force in my room on my way to have a panic attack mixed with a mental breakdown. These kinds of things happened a lot, especially when I am overthinking. That’s why my parents are kinda overprotecting and always worried about me. Who wouldn´t be? My mother is a very caring person and I like her actually, her love sometimes really helps me; the same goes for all three of my siblings. In my current life I have two other siblings besides Clara. We have older twin siblings; Leandra Juliette Anderson and Dana Nick Anderson.

But sometimes nobody could help me. My room was on the second floor in the end of the hall, far away from where my parents were currently. My older siblings weren´t at home, since they are both on a college across the country. And Clara didn´t really care what I did as long as I wasn´t really bothering her, but if I really would need help, she is always there for me. All that gave me the opportunity to break down completely and with no one to care about what I did in that very moment.

So, I let all my emotions out in loud screams, tears and throwing pillows, blankets and cloth across my bedroom, little living area, closet and bathroom.

***

My “chambers”, as I still call it, are painted in light colours of blue and grey. It was in a modern style, but not in one of those cold, more icy-like designs, that all the other extreme rich people had. It was like somebody actually lived there. In my closet was a door that lead to my twin sisters “chambers” when you open the door you step right into our designing room. In that room we are designing our cloth. Clara can enter the room from her closet too.

When you walk into my chambers you are standing right in my little living room. On the left side there where big windows that let in a lot of light. Before the wall that cut my bedroom off of my living room was a rather big comfortable couch and on the opposite wall just a few feet´s away from the entrance, there was a big TV hanging on the wall. On the opposite side of the big windows where the entrance to my closet and next to the door where a little dresser where I kept some important stuff for me. Right next to my chambers door there was a little table where I keep my keys and stuff like that.

The wall that was behind my couch just got to two thirds into the room, but I could push a swing door to close that space, if needed or wanted to. When you walk through even that opened space you were standing right in my bedroom; you were facing my bed. Which stood right next to two full length windows, which gave me not just an amazing few of the sunset it also where the doors to my balcony. On the left side where big windows again, in front of which bay windows where with two little benches to sit on. In between the two big windows where a bookshelf in which I kept my books. Behind the wall where my couch stood, was, on the bedroom side, my desk with all the school stuff around it. Between the bay windows was a little table where some magazines were laying around. On the end of my bed was a bed bench where some of my cloth where laying, mostly my PJ´s and stuff like that. Opposite from the windows where the entrance to my bathroom and next to the entrance were another bookshelf with DVDs and pictures on it. There also stood another dresser with some of my accessories.

***

Now I was sitting on one of my bay windows and was crying my eyes out in order of my break down. It took me a while until I catched myself, so I dried my face and splashed some water into my face in my bathroom.

The makeup I was wearing was all over my face, so I cleaned that mess up, so I was looking like a normal person again. After I went back into my bedroom, I heard footsteps on the hallway outside my chambers. Then there was a soft knock on my door, I jumped almost out of my skin. Nobody can see me with those swollen and red eyes. I run to my bay window and sat down.

“Who is it?” I asked in a loud voice after I cleared my throat. “It’s me, Mom. Can I come in, please sweetheart?” my mother gently asked.

“I would rather be alone actually. Is it something important?” I answered, not really wanting to talk to anyone but still I was somewhat attended to the duty to always be available for my family. That was something I always did and took with me from my previous life probably. I do everything I have to do to keep my family happy, even if I don´t feel comfortable or any kind of good with it.

“I´m a little worried about you. You never come to lunch after you came home from school!” she gently asked coming into the room.

I rolled my eyes with a sigh, not seeing that Mom was standing on the wall that parts bedroom from living room. “Don´t roll your eyes on your mother, Frida Henrietta!” Linda, my mother, warned me before she got a closer look at me by coming over to me.

“So, tell me, what’s wrong with you? It is not typical for you not to be there for lunch without telling anyone where you are. Not even Clara knew where you where!” mom asked looking concerned at me.

“I am just not feeling too well, that’s all. But don´t worry, I´ll be fine!” I smiled trying hard not to let her see my brokenness.

“You have cried, haven´t you?” Linda asked immediately getting worried about me, once again a rolled my eyes on her with a soft chuckle.

“No, I didn´t. Why should I have been crying?” I asked with a gentle smile as I finally looked up at her.

“Well, I don´t know, maybe something happened in school that´s bothering you? Maybe you got your sister out of something, once again?” mom asked while she sat down by my feet.

“No, nothing happened in school. Clara didn´t do anything neither did I, nobody got in trouble or anything. We are both fine. I am just not that hungry at the moment, I´m sorry if I scared you, Mommy!” I smiled a little worried that I got my parents worried about me. I didn´t want that my parents are worried about me, since Clara is a bit of a bigger deal then I am. She is just not as easy as I am.

“I was just a little flushed that you didn´t join us over lunch. I just wanted to check on you. I know you aren´t really talking about how you are really feeling. And that worries me sometimes!” my mother told me.

“You don´t have to worry about me. I´m totally fine, I´m always fine. I was just working on my presentation for school!” I lied with a soft smile on my lips. Well actually it wasn’t even a lie, I was thinking about my old life, so I was like researching.

“As long as you are okay, then I am glad and relieved. What topic is your presentation about, honey?”

“It is about the crown princess of Ireland, her name is Mary Flora Eleanor von Davidson, and her kingdom in general!” I smiled proudly at my mother.

“That will be very interesting, you love Ireland and history. What topic did you sister get?” mom smiled very interested in what we did.

“Her topic is the princess of Japan, her name Catherine Sara Fria de Kurai, and the kingdom of Japan also in general!”

“Wow, whoever gave you those topics has really picked out just the right topics for you and your sister!” mom smiled tenderly at me.

“That new teacher we have now in history said Clara and I would look just like Mary and Catherine. I don’t think either of us is looking like one of the princesses, do we?” I asked making my mother smile as she once again heard my British accent in my voice. I tried to hide that I had that British accent, but my mother really loved it and I honestly love it too.

“Maybe a little, but still you are my little girls and not those princesses!” Linda smiled and got up before walking to me and kissing my forehead before she left the room.

***

Sometime later I was sitting on my desk with my laptop open, looking for a design for my PowerPoint presentation. I of course found something that was even matching my topic and I was gladly taking it. Before I started to get down to business, I got myself some self-made banana chocolate ice, some water and started some music. For the next few hours, I was sitting over my desk getting all the information into the document on my laptop. I was putting topics together, got pictures out of the internet, put in some simple effects and got a “storyline” into the topic. It took me hours until I was almost done with the presentation.

When there was a knock on my door I looked up and saw my twin sister walking up to me.

“How is it going, sister? I assume that you´re almost done already, huh?” Clara smiled at me.

“Yeah, almost done. But it’s not like it is a hard topic. I mean I just wrote down what feels like my whole life. Wasn´t that easy, but it was somewhat healing to get over it in detail and everything!” I smiled with a sigh as I leaned back against the chair.

“You have been crying. Why?” “Just a little breakdown, nothing big. I was just a little too deep in my thoughts!” I tried to assure my sister.

“Yeah, I know, that topic killed you there for a sec, didn´t it? But don´t let the parents know!” “You won´t tell on me, will you?” I asked Clara giving her a serious look.

“Of course not, who do you think I am? I am not a blabber mouth, everything we tell each other stays between each other. The only time I would say something is when you were in danger, but since that is not the case, I won´t tell another dead or living soul!” Clara promised making me laugh.

“But I guess you didn´t just came over to ask me how far I am, or?” I laughed, knowing my twin too good.

“Of course not. Two things, sister; first thing it´s dinner time and you are late for dinner and I should get you!” Clara said pointing to the clock on my wall next to the desk.

“Oh shoot. I totally forgot and I am not even hungry!” I sighed as I saw how late it already was.

“You not hungry, since when?” Clara laughed as I rolled my eyes at her. “Second thing; since we don´t have school the next two days, maybe we could make some new cloth and think about clothing or the presentation?”

“Yeah, I would love that. I wanted to ask you almost the same!” I chuckled looking up at her.

“Twin-intuition!” we both laughed before we went downstairs to join our parents over dinner.

The Kingdom of Japan and Catherine Sara Fria de Kurai, memories I don’t wanna remember. A life which was better of forgotten. A new body, but still the same mind. I was Clara Elena Anderson now, but still also Catherine Sara Fria de Kurai the only princess of the Kingdom of Japan and the only rightful successor to the throne. Dying at the early age of 15, though assassination. A short live indeed, I already surpassed the age I had before dying, in my last life. I know so much about Japan, that I am already tired of it, so why am I sitting here at my desk now, doing this shitty presentation. My past which can’t be forgotten due to the changes of my body. The older I got the more the ‘me’ from before is coming out, even my past desire is difficult to suppress. So yeah, as my DNA changed over the years of living it wasn’t wrong to say that I became a clone of my previous self. A person with the god’s blood running through its veins. An existence which wasn’t needed anymore in the current lifetime. Humans didn’t have a need for rulers anymore. There was no need for ‘Jing and Jang’ or better for life and death which the Kingdom of Ireland and the Kingdom of Japan represented in the darkness. I, who was the successor of the darkness, was trained for assassination since I was a child. Killing was the daily routine of a Kurai while growing up, a part of our training. On the outside Kurai was an ordinary royal family with a little more influence than others, but yeah that’s just a façade, an illusion, or a mask we wear to hide our true selves, our emotions and feelings. The dark truth is the Kurai royal family was merciless, when someone had done something wrong, there were killed by us, without a second thought.

Even now it’s difficult to suppress my killing instinct, I am like a wild cat being imprisoned in a tiny house. The instincts still there, just that they became dull over the time being imprisoned here. The sad truth is that the person, who I once was, wasn’t needed anymore in the current society. Murder was a sin, worth a lifelong imprisonment. I who don’t know much more than killing was something the current society disapproved about. The world truly became a better place. At least for them, not for a Kurai! An assassination family, known once as the ruler of the underworld, descendants of the God of Death himself, as a member of such a family, being restricted not to kill is the worst punishment given.

But yeah, that’s something I couldn’t possibly engraft in the presentation. Then like I said the outside only had known the royal family of Japan like any other royal family, just that ours had a little more influence the same goes with the royal family of Ireland. Two families which couldn’t be much more opposites from each other, but who knows how the families’ remained friends with each other for a couple of thousand years. Truly a mystery! But perhaps it’s like the saying goes ‘opposites attract’, like a magnet.

I let out a sigh, why out of all people need I, to present the kingdom of Japan, just because I look like my previous self, what a joke. This teacher knows something, that’s for sure! If she reveals our identities, I will kill her for sure.

***

“Brother … Don’t!” I was weak, my body laying in a pool of blood. Slowly regenerating though my powers. Still, slowly dying, because of extensive blood loss and new deep open knife wounds. The average human would have been dead long ago. At such a point, I pitied myself for not being normal. I needed to stand such a pain longer than others ever will. Slowly dying from torture, even as a successor to the royal family of Japan. Yes, that was the problem I was the successor not Him. I didn’t even want to succeed the family, didn’t want to be queen the same goes with these powers, it would have been better if I was born without them. Why was I chosen for the first successor to the god-of-death- blood after so long? It’s been over a thousand years, since there was a successor born again in our family, so why did I needed to inherit it? Inheritance was not something that came for free, that’s for sure, as I was a living example for it right now. While having these thoughts, a knife hit me again, it was the final blow before dying, at least the last one I can remember.

***

I shot up. Grabbing my head, having a hard time breathing. Comforting myself that it was just another of these nightmares. Why did it feel so real again? When will it end? How long do I need to be haunted by my previous life? By my death, by the way how my own blood related brother killed me.

My brother who held the position of crown prince before I was born, was addicted to power and social standing. The only thing he ever wanted since childhood was to become the king of Japan. To be the ruler over the Kurai family and the leader of the assassins, this means the same as being the leader of the whole underworld. But my birth destroyed all these plans, as I was born with the power of our ancestor. I was the problem my brother needed to get rid of, like he did fourteen years later, on my birthday.

I looked at my room which was designed in black and light purple, which had the same design as the one room I lived in my past life. Getting up from my canopy bed, walking to the big balcony to make sure I was really back to reality.

I let out a sigh, remembering that I had total ‘luck’ or better no luck at all, as I was reborn into a body that also had an older brother. It was a weird feeling he was so freaking overprotective of me. But I just can’t really interact with older men or even my ‘new’ brother as he always reminded me of my brother from my previous life, he pretended to be a good older brother all my life, till to my fourteen birthday the day when he killed me with his own two hands, just to be the successor to our family. Just so he could rule. Yeah, that wasn’t something I could understand, the struggle for power! If he had told me sooner, I would have given him the spot without a second thought. But would that have truly been the right decision? Now that I have died once but still was born again with these powers, which caused the whole tragedy, I truly needed to ask myself, would that have been the right decision? Or was I reborn to overthink my action? Was there eventually a reason why I was chosen as the successor to the god of Death?

Letting out a sigh yet again, stopping my thoughts form spreading. To think over my decision from my past life. After a while I was closing the curtains. Getting in my dressing room, taking out one of my self-made dresses, which was in the designs I liked to wear back in my previous life. Now in this timeline the style would be similar to what they call ‘Lolita’ here. It was a blue dress with a colour change to white in the last 10 cm which was an ending shortly before the end of the knee, the dress had blue and white ornaments on it, all of them being ribbons. The skirt part of the dress had many layers the top one being see-through and was a little longer than the other parts of the skirt, ending with a blue line. Another blue line roughly 20 cm above the other one with a few ribbons in the same blue tone. A white and bit see-through blouse with a blue ribbon at the end of the sleeve under it. To that I was wearing white tights and shoes with a little height of 2 to 3 cm. My hair was styled in twin tails held with blue ribbons together.

After glancing shortly on the watch hanging on the wall. 2 p.m. Time to eat, huh? It had only been a little more than an hour, after the school ended. It was only the first day after the holydays, but I was already mentally drained. Well, whatever - this was simply how God intended my life to be. After taking another look in the body sized mirror. I was on my way to the dining room.

***

I sat down on my usual seat after arriving in the dining table greeting my parents with “good day to you mother and father” at that point I needed to hold myself from calling them royal father and royal mother as I did in my previous life. My father greeting me with the same old:

“Can’t you grow up? Stop wearing such childish old school clothes. Get a grip already you are 17 years old, aren’t you?!”

Why are you asking? Have you forgotten how old I am? Stop telling me already to grow up. As if you can’t get it, I can’t grow. I am stuck with that look for life, aren’t I? That was simply the way how it was! I had already accepted it being so in my previous life. That is why I stop looking for a new clothing style since that age, I stopped growing. So why should I look for a new style now? Because you, my father said so? What a joke! I haven’t even accepted you! I haven’t even accepted this new family! And even if I looked for a new style it is not like it would suit this body. A style for adults, which mostly showed your frame, wouldn’t fit someone like me!

I just sat in my seat gracefully, not bothering what the man in the navy-blue suit at the edge of the table said. He was a tall, black-haired businessman with a full-grown beard and snow-white glasses which where over his aquamarine blue eyes. For him it was like I was ignoring him, and he would be right I did! I never cared for this family after all.

My mother was just standing there watching my father insult me yet again. A daily occurrence in my second life. In my past, my father died in the war when I was about 7 years old, my mother had lived secluded ever since and died shortly after, as she couldn’t handle my fathers – the emperors – death. The royal family was ruled by my grandmother in that time. That was supposed to go on till I had my debut ball in my fifteenth spring. But it never came, I died before I could even try on my finished dress made by madam Akari – she was a famous designer and even if you were royalty, it was difficult to get one made in a lifetime. But I never got to see the finished version …. I died before I was even legally considered an adult. …And here I thought the culture had progressed, but it seems, looking at my mother – women were sill their husbands’ slaves.

A few moments passed then the women with shoulder long light curly blond hair, who always wears what is currently trendy and wore glasses spoke up:

“Where is your sister Clara?”

“Which one are you asking for? The one who is studying in Switzerland or my twin?”

“Isn’t it obvious that I’m looking for Frida?!”

The women who self-proclaimed herself as my mother seemed like she was offended by me asking a question. For her it was like I was asking the obvious! Even though I knew which one she meant while asking the question. But I didn’t care. If she were like this with other people it was obvious that they wouldn’t be able to understand her questions, at least not all of them, then she wasn’t phrasing her queries right or rather she left important words out, which let people misunderstand. But for me, who was trained for and in high society since birth, this was mere child’s play! In high society, they hid their emotions and intentions always “talking around the bush”, or so they would call it in this timeline, to survive in there. I knew just looking into their eyes even if they “hung on the thought” of hiding it.

I sighed at her remark, answering with a, “I do not know” which had a touch of historicism, elegance, mannerism, and royalty in it. A touch, that I couldn’t get rid of, even if 17 years had past since my reincarnation, I was still the same, nothing had changed in me. The only real change was, that I could no longer stand older men … No wrong way of saying it, I despise them!

I took the fork and knife in my hand and cut the steak, without making a sound, sitting straight, not making an unnecessary move, a part of my body was inactive and only my hands moved, even while eating. Also, an unnatural part, which didn’t suit this society, that I couldn’t get rid of in my time of being here. My parents seemed to had intentions of making conversation with me, but I ignored them, then 「熟睡している間は人は話さないでしょうし、食事中も同じです！」 (“A person wouldn’t talk while being sound asleep, and the same thing applies to when people are eating!”) was what I was taught as table manner. So even while eating and drinking, I sought after making no sound at all, that was ill mannerism after all! And through that it became embodied into my soul, using my social skills and etiquettes with eyes closed was no problem at all, or better said it took effort to hide it more than anything else.

As soon as my father laid the silverware, as the last one, on its designated place to show that he finished eating, I stood up making a just slight bowed curtsey – which also showed that we where the same rank or that he was even under me – I looked up and said gracefully “I will excuse myself then.”

Letting my parents stand there bewildered and in shock, even if they had seen me growing up since birth this was still not a behaviour which they could understand and comprehend, every day with every meeting, to them it was like they had seen a princess straight out of a novel, or back from the past in front of their eyes. And they were right, me and my twin might be considerable persons similar to princesses out of fantasy novels! After all this whole reincarnation thingy was, such a familiar fantasy novel scenario. To familiar for a person living like this!

***

I locked my door shortly after arriving in my room, letting myself fall on the light purple canopy bed, after closing the curtains to my windows and balcony. Drawing with my right hands index finger in the air, which let, out of an others point of view, strange unreadable signs appear. But it was a sight, I was too familiar with, the unreadable language used in it, was readable for me, I was the only one who could one this magic! Frida’s was similar even if she could come to the same ending, it was a different type! Afterall it was different languages for two different gods. I was the only one who possessed such power, I was even the only one in the past. Normally the more descendants there are to come the powers thins just like the origin of the blood that is running to veins. It was thought that the power of the Kurais had run out long ago, or that there were no longer deemed worthy of possessing such power, that our ancestor the God of Death gave us. But surprisingly I was born, all the rumours in the castle died out not long after. Then I was born in the nick of time, then the royal family of Japan and Ireland were about to clash swords with each other, after the birth of the princess Mary Flora Eleanor von Davidson, which inherited the strong blood ties with her ancestor the God of light. The power, between the renowned to be the strongest royal families, became unstable they were no longer regular Ying and Yang anymore, then one side was stronger, way stronger. The Kurai’s would have been on the brink of extinction if not someone who also inherited the strong power of our ancestor was born in the edge of time. That is how our friendship started, at the start more like a prevention of war, but at the end more like sister hood without blood ties. Then like she liked to say: “We are not sisters by blood but by heart!” and I think so to, even if we had now archived these blood relations, which we weren’t able to in the past. Our relationship at least in my eyes had only grown stronger, rather than weaker.

I let myself fall out of thought, the only thing I can truly think of by looking at my memories the important parts of Kurai were about Magic, underworld and the connection to the Davidson royal family and most of the thing I important, was stuff I couldn’t possibly engraft in the presentation, about the Japan’s royal family in my time, definitely not such an easy topic for someone who lived there, than the important parts where left forgotten in the history or never came to light. So, what seemed unimportant back then, seemed to be an important part of history now.

As I was brainstorming for my ideas for my protect, barely noticed the time slipping out of my hand, the sun was down. Leaving a beautiful dark sky there instead, the time I felt truly awake as a Kurai, the darkness. I glanced at the clock and walked out of my room.

***

I knocked lightly on the door, which I shortly opened after and walked up to her. I smiled letting out a:

“How is it going, sister? I assume that you´re almost done already, huh?”

The moment I saw her eyes it was an instant reminder, that she also hadn’t let go of our trauma of being killed. And that this topic was really killing us from inside out.