Death Is the Only Peace there Is Shouldn't It Be? (1)

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Rachel woke up when she felt the rippling of water, she quickly sat up shocking the people around her. Shocking the people around her as they held spears that were pointed at her. Rachel frowned as the last thing she remembered was...

Well, that didn't matter anymore what matters is where in the world is she. Rachel lifted her hand up she seemed to be in the pond.

"Alicia!!" A strangely familiar voice said to her full of Rage. The Handsome youth held his sword to her held.

Rachel felt his killing intent and was even more confused before she turned her head to the young girl at his arm......Wendy?

The young girl was the very same girl who pushed her onto the street. "For your crimes against Wendy, Alicia, I sentence you to death," the Young man Said.

Rachel looks back at the young man and then back at the water, at her reflection.

This, This Face wasn't hers.

"Take her away" The young man yelled as he put his arm around the Wendy and walked away not sparing a second at Rachel Who didn't resist when she was taken away. She was stunned to see Wendy's face which held so much evil inside them.

Rachel was taken to a dungeon the guards through her into it roughly before spitting at her in disgust. She was stunned, she wasn't sure what was happening at all nor what was going on but it seems that she was going to die again.

She sat on the cold concrete wondering and lost in thought until....

Soul Transfer Complete...Initiating Memory Transfer.

"Huh?" Rachel couldn't help speaking out to the voice she heard but couldn't find where it came. She glanced around before she felt a huge headache coming here way. "Ahh" She pained as she held her head and fell to the ground.

Memory Transfer at 40%

Her pain was becoming more intense as flashes went through her head.

Memory Transfer at 75%

Alicia Page Mavis, daughter of the prime minister. A tool to her parents she was, taught to be the perfect bride to her fiancé who is a future duke. Alicia wasn't arrogant nor prideful, she was kind and quiet. The jealousy of others was her downfall, where those filled with vile would spread rumors about her. Though she was not at fault she was treated as such by everyone, including both her parents and fiancé.

One day a mysterious girl appeared as if sent by god. She was adored and beloved by the people.

Alicia had never met the girl as she was always constantly being punished by her parents for untrue rumors.

Suddenly, she was called to the palace where she met her fiancé gazing at her with disgust and contempt as she called off their engagement. The prince was holding the girl in her arms and then accused Alicia of the crimes she has no idea about.

And now where here.

Memory Transfer Complete

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Mission: Expose Wendy's Lie

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Rachel wasn't even paying attention to the voice as she realized that she was indeed Alicia Page Mavis. She looked. She sighed inwardly and held herself closely and then after a while she fell asleep on the cold floor.

-Next Week-

Rachel stood tied to a stake the people were cheering and celebration. Rachel looked up at the couple who ordered her burning and the person that was supposed to be this body's Fiancé.

The Prince had finished his speech degrading Alicia even more before he gave the signal to begin her burning. Rachel stared into the flames were quickly spreading to her. Strange, why? Does she feel scared?

Rachel has always wanted to die and yet why does it fell like this. Why? Is she feeling this fear? She wasn't afraid when she died before.

The flames had reached her and burned her completely she felt the pain as her skinned piled off and she kept her mouth shut refusing to scream as tears fell.

Why? I never did anything. Why do I have to die?

'Whose voice is that' Rachel wondered before she felt the hands of death grabbing her soul, drifting her away in slumber.

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Mission Failed

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Soul Fragmentation at 2%

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Recalibrating.... World Confirmed

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Soul Transfer Initiating 

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