Chapter One

IN OUR WORLD, NAMES HAVE A EXTREMELY STRONG POWER OVER A PERSON. To the point where it's neither your parents nor anyone else but the Oracle who chooses it. When a woman gets pregnant, she goes to the Oracle and it tells her a phrase that will describe the kid, and from that phrase, the name of the child is chosen.

Mine is 'The well-behaved child who comes to help you in the dark'! And from that, my name became Nsomi Eileithya D'Arcy. Nsomi means 'a well-behaved child'. Eileithya means 'she who comes to help you'. And D'Arcy means 'dark' and it's the surname of my family. All the phrases the Oracle gave to all of the members of my dad's bloodline end with that single word, and so, that's also proof of who is and who isn't from our bloodline.

The same goes for every other family.

On the other side, the Royal Family's phrase always ends with Greatest, and so, the Royal surname is Maximillian, which has that meaning. Avy's phrase was 'the strong, powerful, and beautiful Princess between the greatest', and thus her full name was Avyanna Amirah Maximillian. Avyanna means 'the strong, powerful and beautiful woman'. Amirah means 'Princess'. And lastly, her family's surname.

There is an Oracle on each territory, and they all are part of the Gods Temple. They only respond to the King, though the King is usually influenced by them, because of their Godly powers, that makes everyone treat the as Saints and not normal humans, which is stupid to me.

But the point is- I hate my name. I hate my name almost as much as I hate myself for still being alive after her death. It's been five years since Avyanna died because of the Rosé disease. And just as long since my misery started, as I thought it would.

I was supposed to be someone who can help others when they are their darkest moments… but I couldn't help anyone I wanted. That's why I always hated both my name, my phrase and my power. I lost countless people who I knew were going to die, and couldn't do shit to stop it.

It all started with Abene, my mother, the Duchess of the D'Arcy Dukedom in the southern region of our Kingdom. Then was followed by Akira, Chimere, and Nefertari, my triplets sisters who were five years older than me. Two months after that, my half-sister, Inara, two years older than me, was also dead. After her, Rune, my brother who was a year younger than me, also died. My grandparents and my aunt came right behind. And then three of my cousins. Lastly, I saw Avy's death, and now she's also gone.

Duke Meelis, my father, hated me since this power was awakened in me. I also saw his death accidentally, but, thankfully, it'll only happen twenty-seven years in the future from now. My stepmother, who also hates me because she blames me for her daughter's death, also has thirty-two years to live.

Well, yeah, I pretty much saw all of my family's deaths, before I knew what was happening to me. Can you imagine the trauma that was caused to a three-year-old child? Fucked up indeed.

I still have a full-blooded brother and a half-brother alive. Both are the same age, a year older than me. Aeneas Alphonse Siarl {the praiseworthy and ready for battle free man}, the youngest son of my stepmother, from when she was still my dad's mistress, that's why his surname is Siarl and not D'Arcy. Since we first met Avy he was in love with her, so he pretty much blames me for her death and his sister's.

And then we have Izan Rai D'Arcy {the perpetual lightning in the dark}, the next Duke, and who hates me even more than Aeneas. He didn't love Avy, but he blames me for our mom, sisters, grandparents, and everybody else's deaths. The right word to describe what he feels for me is loath. He'll have a peaceful death, by dying at eighty-eight years old, sleeping.

While Aeneas will die at ninety-four years old when he accidentally fell down the stairs of his castle. I would laugh if he wasn't my brother.

It's easier to say who hates me than who likes me. Almost everybody I know hates my existence, especially after Daisuke, that bastard, said loud and clear that I knew when and how Avy would die and didn't tell anyone, in a very crowded place, five years ago. Since that day, I've never taken off my blindfold again. Avy's death was enough for me to get full of traumas until my next reincarnations.

Even the Queen and King don't like me. They only tolerate me, because of my bond with Avy and for how much they know she loved me. Although Daisuke will probably ask for my head the moment he becomes the next King. That guy probably hates me just as much as my brother Rai does.

I don't blame them. I also hate myself. Even though I know none of this is my fault, and they are unreasonable for blaming me because of it, I blame myself for another reason. Better than anyone, I know what's going to happen to them, but I still can't do shit to change it. Believe me, I tried. Every single time, I fucking tried, but it was useless. It couldn't be changed just as Avy's disease couldn't be cured.

My name should have been Desdemona because I'm Gods-damn miserable. That word fits me more than anything. And that's also why I hate the Oracle because the name and phrase they gave me are like a mockery.

And my life only got worst when the Royal family made a decree that all the single noble Ladies should go to Soleil Keeper because they would start choosing the Crown Princess who would eventually marry Daisuke, the Brute… I mean, the current Crown Prince.

It was like a punishment. I could only be a punishment. I would have to live for a year in that place that screams AVYANNA to me, because of a stupid competition to marry the guy who hates and blames me for his sister's death. That was such a horrible joke. A Gods-damned night-fucking-mare.

Since Avy's death, I've been avoiding that place like a cat avoids water. Before, it was my second home, now it's the place I'm most scared to put my foot on. And as the daughter of the Duke, I'm also a Princess, though not part of the Royal Family, it's still tough for me to escape this.

Believe me, I tried. I got the courage to ask my dad to not let this happen, and I even send a letter to the King and the Queen. But as fool's play, they all ignored me.

I bet that jerk asked his parents to make me go, so he can torture me as he please. Even though I also blame myself for it, I'm not going to let him win this. I'm not letting him do as he wants, because after all, I didn't kill Avy, the Rosé disease did!

So I had a plan.

Instead of being scared of me possibly dying while I'm there, seeing that both my brothers will go there and everybody… Hmm, hate my guts... I decided to take a leap of faith, take off my blindfold, and after 16 years, look in the mirror and know when and how I'm going to die.

But what I saw wasn't pleasant at all.