"You will inhabit a new persona. You will live as an honest and powerful being. You'll be the key to tranquility in the Luminary!"
"You have nothing to fear. Wherever you are, I will protect and guide you. Claim that body that is yours. Make your second life meaningful!" "Keep in mind that you will be the means to unite the kingdom." "Luna Janus Jayson, I brought your soul here to give you a second chance in life. You'll be staying here to fight for your life and what's right. You will be strong. You will be Princess Alessia Keren Endymion, Luminary's future ruler! I, Goddess Nova, the creator of Luminary, command you, and I bestow my blessings upon you!" The girl gasped when she woke up, as if she had come from a deep sleep. She blew out and inhaled a few more times before her breathing was normal. The girl sighed as she found herself with no injuries on her face. "Thankfully, my face is fine; I really thought Mendez had killed me." She said to herself. She once again expelled air in gratitude; however, this was the extent of her response upon observing the surface on which he was lying. Luna was absolutely sure that there was nothing like this in their home! Her parents were gamblers and drunkards. They can never afford this luxury! Luna noticed her own body resting on an opulent bed, adorned with an expensive bed cover and blanket. It's only now that she finds herself in this bed. It was very soft and felt like cotton. The girl swallowed, realizing that this was not the only luxury she was observing as she tried to move her eyes around. "Holy shit!" The girl exclaimed. 'I think I am dreaming!' Luna rubbed her eyes, thinking it was just a dream. She had never seen such things before. The whole room she was in just screamed wealth. This room will feature expensive furniture and vases. The bed she slept in was the size of a whole house. The entire room screamed of gold and shiny things. The chandelier was adorned with diamonds, and even the doorknob was made of gold. She didn't know if it was real gold or not. She slapped herself several times. "Looks like you're still dreaming, Luna." She muttered to herself again. Luna slapped herself hard. She was both hurt and surprised by what had happened. All this is not a dream but reality. The room she was in was real and not a joke. The entire room was equal to four houses back then. She rose from the bed and attempted to stand, but her efforts were thwarted when he noticed the mirror on her left side. Luna's eyes widened. She stood up and quickly approached the mirror. She looked around. "T-This is me?" Luna stammered to herself. The girl stood staring at herself in the mirror. "No! It's not me!" The girl spoke to herself in a panic. She squeezed herself multiple times. She couldn't believe that the person in front of her was actually herself. This person simply possesses a beautiful and authoritative body, unlike her own. Luna sat down weakly. Her body had previously been fragile and weak. Although she has numerous pimples on her face, the individual in the mirror is undeniably beautiful and goddess-like. Her nose is shaped, her lips are red, and her black eyes seem to absorb anyone who stares at them. Her hair is simply amazing. It is red in color, and the girl knows that it is not a chemical dye. Her hair has a natural red color. It is the color of courage and strength. This color's hair belongs to the body's owner, not Luna. The girl ruffled her hair. She is frustrated. "This isn't me. What's happening to me?" Because she was really messed up, she asked herself. It seems her memories are still blurry and hazy. Luna saw herself lying in a bed that wasn't hers, and she recognized herself in a body that wasn't hers. Who wouldn't be confused, scared and apprehensive in these times? She forced herself to remember everything. Then something happened to her. When she died at the hands of her bullies, someone stole her soul. Luna became aware of her death at that moment. She died because of his classmates. They killed her. Her soul was taken by a being that she only saw as a light. While floating in the clouds, she stood in front of the light. She saw herself as a lifeless body. "Do you want to live again?" The light asked her. Luna didn't answer, but looked at her lifeless body. Poor Luna lost her life forever. "What do you mean?" Luna asked back to the light. At first she was afraid of the light, but when she felt its warmth, she felt comfortable and relieved. "Do you want to live fighting? Do you want to live without being mocked? Do you want to live with the power to defend yourself?" A very sweet and cold voice spoke. It's just wonderful to hear. Luna was confused. She does not know what to say and do. Is this a prank? "I'm not kidding, Luna. I want you to live again, but not in this world. I want you to have another chance to live and defend yourself. I want you to live like someone who will fulfill the prophecy in another world. I saw your suffering in this world, so I want to give you two choices," the voice of light told her honestly. "Your first choice is to die forever without doing anything for yourself. The second is to live in another body, but you have to struggle through things to fulfill the prophecy I bestowed." The light additionally voiced explanation. Luna's mouth opened and closed. She understands what the light is saying, but why is she still among all the dead? "I chose you because I see you as honest and wise. I chose you because I know you care about the weak and the poor. I chose you because I am confident in your ability to do what is right." Said the voice that read her thoughts. Luna didn't speak. She is wise and weighs what the light says. This light doesn't belong in this world. This world is different from the one to which she belongs. She understood that her desires were not compatible with the world in which he died. Luna stared at the light. She couldn't discern any negative aspects in the light's reflection, particularly given that her body was merely a frigid object beneath her feet, receiving no attention from others. "Will I be useful in the world you bring me to?" She asked. "You aren't not only useful. You'll be a great person in that world. I will make sure of that." Luna smiled at the voice's words. "Then I agree." No doubt, the girl said. In this world, she has nothing but sorrow to return to. Luna agreed, knowing she had no chance in this world. She will not be given a second chance to become a righteous person in this world. The girl sees the light coming towards her. She was surprised by what enveloped her entire soul. The light hugged her. Luna felt the heat coming from it. Heat full of rights and cleanliness. "In that case, you, Luna Janus Jayson, are rewarded with the opportunity to live again in the person of Princess Alessia Keren Endymion. I reward you for living again in the form of Princess Alessia Keren Endymion. You, whom I have chosen, will be my representative in the new world you will live in. You will enforce peace in the entire world of Luminary. I am Nova; the creator of Luminary promises that the souls of Luna Janus and Alessia Keren will find their desired dreams." The light was filled with authority, and Luna realized she was speaking to the gods who had placed their trust in her. The young woman was no longer surprised; she just closed her eyes, and all the memories of the body that she would become came into her mind. All of those painful memories entered her mind. Luna concluded that the body she will be inhabiting is identical to her own. The goddess was completely right in choosing her. "Remember, Luna, that everything you will experience in Luminary is just part of your test. Don't ever be discouraged because you are different in this world than in the world you belonged to before. There is no short cut to any dream; you will take the harder and longer road." When the Goddess said that, Luna was completely engulfed in light, and everything Alessia desired would become her dream to achieve.Luna swallowed her own saliva, which was now Alessia. She remembers everything the goddess said and advised her. She is now named Alessia Keren Endymion.She is now the renegade Princess, and her family is killing her for her influence on the low-class Luminarians. A noble and loyal princess. She is loyal to her people, not to the nobility.'D*mn. All types of traitors fear Princess Alessia's potential to increase their power.' Luna whispered to herself.Luna already knows all of Alessia's memories. Luna needs to forget being Luna and live as Alessia. The owner of this body has finally rested, and she will initiate and conclude the actions that the entire Luminary wishes for the people."I apologize, Luna Janus Jayson, but I have to forget you in order to live and have a chance to become a worthy person," she said to herself as she looked in the mirror."I've had the chance to live again in someone else's person, so I have to fulfill whatever purpose and prophecy Goddess Nova asks of
Alessia sighed deeply as her uncle and the Chief Knight of this Dukedom left. Beads of sweat came out of her body while they were talking. She was thankful because she didn't notice that someone else was holding the mind of this body, even though she said she was still Alessia."D*mn, Goddess Nova! What did I get myself into? She questioned herself as she adjusted her seat. She sighed several times. Now that she was inside the room, he understood more and more that what the goddess was asking her to do was really complicated, but she had no choice because she was already here.Back then, Luna was a blackbelter and a champion in inter-schools and competitions. Luna is also a champion when it comes to science and mathematics. Even though it was difficult then, she was blessed with an intelligent mind that was the envy of her shameless classmates."I'm just thankful to the Goddess that she didn't remove my knowledge; otherwise, I don't know how to survive in this world," she said, sighi
"Is this... really my uncle's castle?" Alessia mumbled under her breath, her eyes wide with awe as she moved down the enormous hall. The stone walls rose high above her, with towering arches flowing gently overhead. The walls were covered with intricate carvings of legendary creatures and luminary symbols, all lighted by the warm glow of candles flickering in their sconces. Sunlight filtered through stained-glass windows, creating beautiful patterns on the floor. It felt lively, full of light and warmth, in contrast to the Endymion palace's chilly, depressing atmosphere. Joya, her uncle's appointed maid, followed her carefully, directing her toward the library. The calm echo of their footsteps echoed through the hall, providing a soothing counterpoint to Alessia's rapid thoughts. "This castle is beautiful," Alessia whispered almost to herself, her gaze drawn to the intricate features of the marble columns and gorgeous tapestries that adorned the walls. "It feels alive, like it has
"I can't enter, My Lady. Only those with Carrios blood are allowed inside." Joya's voice carried an apologetic tone, her eyes downcast. Alessia, still red-eyed from crying over Joya's painful story, stood before the massive wooden doors of the Carrios family library, her heart racing. She had been eager to explore the wealth of knowledge inside, especially after hearing whispers of the library's treasures. Her past life as Luna had been filled with books—her only escape from the world's cruelty. In this life, Alessia craved that same solace. But her curiosity was tempered by awe as the doors creaked open, revealing a sight that made her breath catch in her throat. "Well, Joya," Alessia muttered under her breath, a teasing smile on her lips. "I think I'd kill to own a library like this." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she stepped inside, wide-eyed with wonder. Shelves stretched from the polished marble floor to the vaulted ceiling, filled with thousands of leather-bound boo
"Uncle, are you sure I'm ready for this?" Alessia asked, gazing into the great halls of the castle as they made their way to the training area. Duke Andro Carrios walked behind her, his posture firm and his emerald eyes brimming with calm assurance. "You're all good. Your strength is already enough. Did the healer tell you so? And, Alessia, strength comes from more than just physical training," he said, his voice stern but gentle. "It's about developing willpower, dependability, and understanding when to stand firm. You're capable of it all. And you have my complete support." Alessia sent a quick glance at her uncle, the only member of her family who had ever shown her genuine concern. "I don't want to disappoint you." "You won't," he murmured, putting his hand on her shoulder. "Alessia, I believe in your goodness and your kindness. This world, Luminary, needs someone to rectify the wrongs. I know you can." Her heart was thrilled yet felt heavy. His comments held a weight she
"Fine. If no one wants to help me, I'll help myself," Alessia muttered under her breath as she walked down a narrow path behind her uncle's castle. The crisp air bit at her skin, but the cold was nothing compared to the icy stares she'd been receiving for days. The knights, the instructors assigned by her uncle—they all refused to look her in the eye. Their hostility was palpable, thickening the atmosphere like a storm waiting to break. She clutched the books she had taken from the library tightly in her arms, her heart heavy with disappointment, but she refused to let it break her spirit. Finding a small, secluded clearing beyond the castle's walls, Alessia exhaled deeply. The spot was quiet, peaceful. A place where no one would disturb her. Here, she could try to understand herself better. Try to become strong without needing anyone else. Sitting down on the cool grass, she placed the books in front of her and let her fingers trace the worn covers. "You're not like them," she w
"How could you be so reckless, Alessia?!" The sharp voice of her uncle snapped Alessia out of a hazy dream, pulling her from the darkness. She blinked her eyes open slowly, her body heavy with exhaustion. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar, the lavish drapery indicating that she was in one of the castle's private rooms. The pain in her body brought back memories of the explosion of her luminous light. "Uncle?" Alessia's voice was weak, but it was enough to silence the furious words coming from across the room. Duke Andro Carrios, standing near the door, immediately strode towards her, his face still a mask of frustration. "You're awake," he said, relief flickering in his emerald eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by anger. "How could you? Summoning your luminous without any guidance? Without anyone there to ensure your safety?" Alessia winced, both from the pain and the weight of his words. She hadn't realized how dangerous her actions had been. "I... I didn't know," she whi
"Are you sure you're prepared for this, Lady Alessia?" Troil Testmi's voice was stern, but there was a trace of anxiety as he looked at her armor. "The Vasselgrove Ruins aren't a place for the unprepared." Alessia looked up from the delicate silver etching she was running her fingers over in her armor. She smiled reassuringly, but her fingers quivered slightly. "Sir Troil, I wouldn't have arrived if I wasn't prepared. My armor might not seem impressive to some, but..." She paused, not wanting to appear cocky. "I crafted it myself. It's stronger than it appears." As they reached the ruins, Alessia could hear low giggles from a few of the knights moving beside them. Raizel, one of the most doubtful, snickered as he examined her small armor, his tone condescending. Raizel remarked, "It appears she's donning paper armor. She's certain to face death before she even makes it to the entrance." Alessia maintained her poise and ignored Raizel's jabs. She was not here to prove herself t
"What were you thinking, Alessia?" Andro's voice echoed throughout the room, and his fists slammed into the desk with enough power to rock the inkpot perched on its edge. Alessia stood in front of her uncle, arms crossed, with an enigmatic but defiant face. "I was thinking someone had to stop that monster," she stated calmly, despite her hammering pulse. Andro looked at her, his expression a mix of fury and exasperation. "You thought recklessly—that's what it is! Do you understand what you have done? Do you have any idea what would have happened if someone had recognized you?" Alessia's jaw tensed, but she maintained her stare. "Yes. I know exactly what the implications are. And if I had to do it over again, I would not hesitate." Her comments were like a spark that ignited dried tinder. Andro stood up from his chair and paced behind the desk, running his hand over his hair. "Unbelievable. It's just unbelievable. You're meant to be hidden, Alessia! Instead of drawing attention
"Stop it!" Alessia's voice sounded as harsh and furious as the crack of the whip she had seized by her hand in midair. The overweight aristocrat, Marquess Lucresio Prite, turned, his face contorted with rage and wrath. "How dare you disrupt my discipline? Do you know who I am, you arrogant wretch?" His voice roared throughout the marketplace, drowning out the whispers of the assembled audience. "I don't care who you are," Alessia said, her tone cold and her grasp tightening on the whip. She stood steady, her hood covering her face. The child on the ground shivered behind her, his bare back covered in bloody welts. Raizel mumbled beneath his breath as he stepped closer. "Lady, stop. This is not the time for this. You are attracting too much attention!" But Alessia was not listening. Her eyes, aflame with anger, remained fixed on the Marquess. "You do not have the right to harm him. No one does." The Marquess snarled, his jowls trembling as he motioned to his knights. "Arrest he
"Why are we here?" Raizel finally spoke up, but his tone was tense with doubt, and he looked quickly back and forth between Alessia and the tall trees in the Velmor Forest. There wasn't much light coming through the thick forest above, but the long shadows that danced around them were scary. Alessia didn't seem to be scared. She knelt down and removed an object from her bag, resembling a flattened sphere with intricate carvings that emitted a faint glow. Without responding to Raizel's question, she carefully placed the object on the mossy ground. "Lady Alessia, please answer." Raizel's voice was strong, but it was clear that he was getting tense. Sirena, the other knight, softly spoke up and put her hand on Raizel's arm. "Be quiet, Raizel." She looked back at Alessia with her golden eyes. "She must have a reason." Raizel clenched his teeth and didn't say anything else. As he watched Alessia work, he felt more and more uneasy. She stood up and rubbed her hands against her coat.
"Please, Uncle! I need to go out," Alessia begged, her voice strong but full of desperation. She stood in Andro's office with her hands clasped together, as if she were praying to a god. With its dark wood furniture and shelves full of old books, the room had a sad vibe that made the mood even darker. Andro's serious face had a soft glow from the golden light of dusk that came in through the thick curtains. As Andro looked at her, he raised an eyebrow and curled his fingers under his chin. "Alessia, where do you really think you're going?" Even though his voice was cold, it was clear that he was worried. "The Endymion Empire," Alessia said, putting her back straight. "I need to check out what's going on there. I need to find out what's been going on since they declared me dead. I'll be hiding, so no one will be able to tell who I am. I promise!" Andro's face got darker. He got up and walked around the desk to face her directly. His tall frame made him look big. "After what happen
Alessia said to herself, "I really hope there's an easier way out of this next time," as she stumbled out of the ruins. Every step hurt her body. Even though her legs felt like lead and her vision was a little foggy, the cool evening air felt great on her. The sun was low in the sky, and its fiery colors made the distance look gold and red. Alessia opened her eyes and looked ahead. A vast ocean, teeming with breaking waves, crashed against the cliffside. She whispered, "Beautiful." She limps to a nearby rock that looked like a temple section and falls. She didn't care that the hard surface didn't help her pain much. As she looked out at the sea, the sunset played in her tired eyes. A peculiar sensation in her chest halted her movement. The sword she had just bought, the Blade of Lumina, started to shimmer with light all of a sudden. Before she could do anything, the blade broke up into glowing bits that rushed into her body and sent a warm, soothing pulse through her veins. "Wh
"I'm really sick of this..." Alessia mumbled something under her breath as she slouched against the rough rock wall that was blocking her way to the Vorgath. She furiously rubbed her temples, her face contorted in rage. The other creature refused to surrender. Every time its huge body hit something, the rocks shook, sending shockwaves through the cave. "Great, really great. Could you not make this easy, please?" Alessia hissed at the trembling wall and glared through the cracks at the bright red eyes of the shadow snake. The animal hissed very loudly, and you could feel how angry it was. The rage of the Vorgath made the air feel colder and heavier. It was losing its cool, and she knew it would break through soon. "Okay. I get it. You're upset. I'm mad. Let's just get this over with," she said in a mean voice as she held her broken sword handle. She looked at the broken blade and sighed. "Facts. I find it difficult to hold my tool together. I'm going to make a real sword myself
"It's Vorgath!" Alessia shouted, her voice trembling but clear as she recognized the ancient terror slithering toward them. "Everyone, stay alert! Vorgath hides in shadows, striking before you even see it!" Her warning echoed around the damp stone walls, but most of her comrades looked as though they had just witnessed a nightmare made real. Gritting his teeth, Raizel cast a skeptical glance at her. "Why should we trust you, Endymion? You're just here to—" A sudden hiss cut him off. The air grew thick, as though drenched in poison, and an oily black liquid shot from the darkness, hitting one of their comrades square in the chest. The scream that followed was horrendous, echoing through the chamber as his flesh melted, leaving only bone behind. The others froze in sheer terror, staring as their fellow knight collapsed—a lifeless skeleton where a man had once stood. "Get it together!" Alessia yelled, snapping them out of their horror. "Vorgath's too fast for us to stand here paralyze
"Left," Alessia softly sighed, gently rubbing her temple as if it were the hundredth time. "I believe it would be best for us to choose the path on the left, Raizel. There appears to be a discrepancy with the path on the right." Raizel crossed her arms without bothering to glance her way. "Lady Alessia, the decision is not yours to make, whether it be right or left. I will consult the others," he mentioned casually, shifting his attention to the knights, seemingly unaffected by her words. Alessia discreetly tightened her jaw, suppressing a sigh while the skeptical knights looked her way. The flickering torchlight danced upon the damp walls of the ancient hallway, casting shadows that spread over the cracked stone. Troil observed from a short distance, his expression inscrutable. She wanted to speak with him, but he was busy organizing his own team, intent on finding a safe route ahead. As Raizel delved into discussions with his comrades, Troil made his way towards them, his eyes n
"Are you sure you're prepared for this, Lady Alessia?" Troil Testmi's voice was stern, but there was a trace of anxiety as he looked at her armor. "The Vasselgrove Ruins aren't a place for the unprepared." Alessia looked up from the delicate silver etching she was running her fingers over in her armor. She smiled reassuringly, but her fingers quivered slightly. "Sir Troil, I wouldn't have arrived if I wasn't prepared. My armor might not seem impressive to some, but..." She paused, not wanting to appear cocky. "I crafted it myself. It's stronger than it appears." As they reached the ruins, Alessia could hear low giggles from a few of the knights moving beside them. Raizel, one of the most doubtful, snickered as he examined her small armor, his tone condescending. Raizel remarked, "It appears she's donning paper armor. She's certain to face death before she even makes it to the entrance." Alessia maintained her poise and ignored Raizel's jabs. She was not here to prove herself t