The End was Black as an Unwanted Visitor Comes

Everything was warm. She couldn't see anything but the heat was familiar and made her comfortable. It stayed like that for a while until she heard faint voices. She didn't understand it and all happened too fast. After the complete darkness, she was greeted by a blinding light. As soon as she saw it, a loud cry of a baby echoed.

Prama felt dizzy as if she took many sudden turns. It was cold before a blanket covered her. Then she was moved side by side slowly. The cry stopped. She guessed the baby was finally coaxed. The dizziness earlier vanished, pushing her to sleep.

It wasn't long when deafening clamor brought her back to consciousness. It irritated her and soon, a baby cried. She was again moved as laughter filled her ears. When the baby was finally silent, she felt someone held her. So many hands. She seemed to be a ball that was passed from a person to another. Not only that, her cheeks was wet. Prama was disgusted.

The dizziness came back. She couldn't handle it anymore and fell, but she didn't feel any pain. Instead, her feet touched something steady—it was the floor. Prama wanted to walk but she couldn't take control of her own body. In the end, she was all fours and could only crawl.

When she thought she would be crawling for so long, someone lifted her up. Again, her cheeks was wet. She smelled something tasty. The smell came closer and instinctively, she opened her mouth. The soft and watery food entered her body and gave her warmth. Prama smiled.

"No!"

Someone shouted. It was a little girl. Prama's jaw fell when she noticed the girl's face. It was her! Her younger self!

"Your father will be mad if you don't listen, Miss Leig."

"No! I want to play!"

Evelyn, the poor maid, sighed helplessly. She then took the hand of the little Prama and brought her to the garden where the swing was. The joyful laugh of the little girl rang around the field when she saw the swing. But her happiness was cut off short when her older sister, Lawrin, sat on the swing and took over the place the little girl wanted.

"Big sis, can I sit there?"

The seven year old girl arched her brows.

"No."

"Please?"

"I said no."

The little Prama persuaded her older sister more but when she heard the finality in her sister's voice, she cried. She thought when she cried, their parents would hear her and tell Lawrin to give her the swing. Indeed, their parents heard of this but the little Prama was the one scolded for her lack of manners.

From that day on, she didn't dare to try her older sister.

"MISS PRAMA, wake up!"

The Leig mansion was in uproar. Dukeson Schuwiff visit would be today. Winston Leig strictly ordered that the two Young Miss Leig must be presentable. Lawrin Leig—the eldest of the two daughters was already neatly dressed. But the younger one was still in deep sleep.

"Miss, Sir Schuwiff's visit is today. You have to wake up! It's already late in the morning!"

Prama Leig wasn't used to this noise. After a little while she reluctantly went out of bed only to be greeted by familiar faces she thought she would never see again.

"Is this also a part of memory recalling?"

She lingered her gaze around. Everything was too familiar. From the peach colored room, sky blue blanket, newly polished acacia table and her large closet filled with pastel\-colored dresses.

"Oh yes, I died. It must be it."

"Miss, what are you whispering to yourself? Get up, hurry!"

There were so much people in the room. They were all maids.

"Eve... lyn..." She focused on the maid's face wo was busy hurrying up. She memorized her face again and again and then nodded. Yes, it was Evelyn—her personal maid before.

Prama didn't move an inch, thinking that this was a memory recalling after death and she could only watched it. She watched the Evelyn pleading to her and the other maids who were busy with her clothes, accessories, bath, and everything she needed.

She acted as if she couldn't hear anything and didn't speak. Nothing entered her mind despite the noise. But when her gaze fell down...

Her hands. It was too small. She examined it carefully, as if she didn't see a hand in her entire lifetime. She quickly took off the blanket and stared down at the body.

She was in her young body.

So the books about after death were bluffing! How stupid of her to believe those! But then, she was in her own body. Was it okay to move around?

And then realization hit her. She took off the blanket.

Yes, she took off her blanket.

She pinched herself secretly. It hurts! Then... Then what was happening? Why was she back?

"Evelyn, what's the date today?"

"5th of July, Miss. 1153rd year of Zirigone..."

As if her strength was being sucked up, she leaned on the headboard. She was ten years\-old then. So... What just had happened?

She sighed heavily and composed herself. "It's nothing."

Instead of relief, Evelyn showed more worry. Prama Leig was usually cheeeful and lively. She was the one that kept the mansion alive. But seeing her this acting very... mature. She also gave off this intimidating aura without her noticing. The change was so drastic and even the other maids started to worry for her health.

She was no smiles. Everyone thought.

"What's with the hurry, Evelyn?"

For the maids to be busy like this, someone important must be coming. And there was a particular person who visited the Leig mansion when she was ten years old.

Prama stood from her bed and the maids immediately put her shoes. She was so shocked with the sudden treatment and took few steps away. The maids also has the same reaction.

She quickly calmed herself and used her usual voice. It was not hers—the voice she was used to. Too soft and girly; it made her cringe. "No need. I can do this myself."

But... The girls were hesitant. "It's our duty, Miss."

"Leave."

They were confused but then, their master said so. Even with their concern at the cold treatment, they had no choice.

This surely wasn't a memory recalling. When she died, she had a short conversation with a man. He talked about second chances.

"The skies are merciful, he said. But why it has to be me?" she whispered to herself.

"WHERE'S PRAMA?" Ivina Leig, the matriarch asked Evelyn who was caught rushing outside Prama's room.

"She just woke up, Madam." The maid didn't bother to look up.

"What?" Ivina exclaimed. Sir Schuwiff would be there soon and her daughter was still taking her time to dress up? My goodness!

"Mother, what's wrong?"

Lawrin walked towards her mother who was panicking. Her steps were graceful and calm, her voice was soothing but it didn't help Ivina's worry.

When Ivina's gaze fell on her first daughter, she remembered that bright and childish dresses of her other daughter unlike the plain navy blue dress of Lawrin.

"Go to your sister and ask her to hurry up. Also, never let her wear any of her dresses. If anything, you must be the one to pick and give her a presentable one."

Lawrin nodded and never said anything. Her flat shoes never made a single sound when she climbed the grand staircase. Evelyn accompanied her to Prama's room, but she only treated the maid as if it was air.

As soon as they reached the room, Evelyn opened the door and revealed the young girl with a towel wrapped over her chest. Her eyes noticed the two and then focused on drying her hair. The girl didn't said anything and continued her business.

Lawrin hadn't recovered from the sight first. Her little sister would always greet her when they meet but she was only given a cold shoulder. Her brows twitched seeing her little sister's action; she found it rude and improper.

"Sister, have you found a suitable dress for today?"

Prama turned her back and answered, "I haven't." She bended to look for a wedged shoe but there were only flat shoes and boots on the rack. Not only that, they were all bright\-colored!

She pursed her lips when she realized wedged shoes were still not released.

"Would you mind me picking one for you then?"

"No," Prama paused when she thought of something, "but I don't know if there is a decent dress in my closet. May I borrow one from you, big sister?"

She tilted her head and glanced at Lawrin. Shock was evident on her sister's face. Caught off\-guard, huh? Prama knew that Lawrin didn't like to share her belongings, even to her. Dress, shoes, accessories, and... a man of course.

But Prama had witnessed her sister's submission to their parents. She guessed her mother told Lawrin to come here and help her pick a dress so she would do so. Lawrin never liked her dresses, and now Prama didn't like her past taste too. If Lawrin wouldn't give her a dress, then the Leig would be put to shame.

She remembered her boastful father. No. With money or not, reputation and dignity was the most important to Winston Leig.

There were times when her father would use them for praises. It made her doubt whether Winston really loved his children. Whatever the reason was, Prama had remained filial.

"It's fine. Do you have specific preference?"

Prama smiled. "Black will do, sister. I'm sorry for the bother."

"No worries. Just... hurry up. The guest will arrive soon." Lawrin turned her back to hide her frown from their sight.

"Thank you."

Evelyn closed the door after Lawrin walked out.

Ah. They hadn't known this but Dukeson Schuwiff was not alone when he came here in the past. Prama tiredly sat on the bed, her thoughts meandered.

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