I : Who am I?

The story will begin after the description so recap here:

From Homeless to a rebel leaders daughter?

if you told me this before I would have just stared at you for the longest time I could.

but that's not the case now, after getting ran over by a damned truck I woke up in a room that smelled of lavander and rose wood, the sweet and strong scent lingered in my nose.

I stood up from where I laid, noticing the fancy color and material of the bedding I wanted to cry. it was almost the same as the bed I slept at the old haunted house just moments ago, It was a matter of fact they both felt and looked awfully similar, I swallowed and began backing away to look for the exit. I didn't know what was going on but I was sure, This ain't the streets.

as soon after I opened the oddly wooden sliding door, 2 men in historical armors bowef their bodies 90° with smiles at theie faces

"Goodmorning, My lady"

yep, someone knock me out now pls.

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I : Who am I?

"My lady! Open the door! My lady!" I heard screams and cries of plea out the wooden door

I was crouched on the floor with my hands on my head, Everything is beyond what I could Imagine! Everything is in a disarray! This isn't my life!

Looking back at the broken vase on the floor, a reflection of a beautiful black haired woman was crouched and staring right back at me with fear and confusion evident in her eyes, she was beautiful, and she was me.

This isn't right, that isn't who I remember I was, I'm not me!

"My lady! Are you okay my lady?" The voices continued to ask, "Please! Say something" They plead, I looked back at the wooden sliding door

Who are they calling out to? Who's their lady? Who is the woman staring back at me at the broken vase?

"Quickly! Call for the lord!" A very light yelled laced with worry

Soon the voices quited down and little by little it all went away, I looked up of my hands that covered my face and brushed the tears escaping my eyes.

Before I knew it, I was embraced in a tight hug and was humming a soft tune that somehow, made me relaxed and hugged the person back tightly "It's ok."

After a moment of silence we broke the hug, meeting the persons eye, a tall greying haired man looked at me with his black eyes worriedly, he patted my head gently "It's ok... Dad's here."

D-dad?

After a moments silent with my sobs finally ending, I nervously looked at the man, he was intimidating but instead of feeling fear or any of the negative emotions, I felt, calm. My breathing has steadied and as so my heart, I swallowed a lump as he sat beside the bed that I was on earlier and patted the side beside his, I obliged and gently sat myself down beside him.

"What was the dream about this time?" He asked

I looked confusedly at my palms that were situated on my lap, "I.."

"Your mother?" I looked up to see his expression solemn and distant "I guess I'm not the only one that has these dreams."

". . . ." I stayed silent for a moment, I couldn't bring to myself to ask, and to correct him that, I don't know him. But seeing how comfortable I was with him and how it saddens me to see him sad, I just couldn't.

He sighed deeply and looked at me "daughter, I know you still feel the pain." He grabbed one of my hand and placed it on his own hand "But that is the only inspiration we have to drive the screw between them." His grip slightly tightened as his features became livid "We will have our revenge, so patience my child, my sweet little angel, soon the pain will be replaced with joy, after this war, it'll be over."

War?...

What... was going on?

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My father left my room a few minutes ago, I was left on my room alone.

I began assessing the situation, For some apparent reason, I, Mira Mane Santiago, has become someone else.

I've skimmed through the room for answers and found items with imprinted name, all had the same name.

Irene Vascalge.

Everything has struck me after the man who was apparently my father called me his daughter, the people around me has also called me "My lady".

But what shook me more was my appearance, Black hair instead of my brown, tall and beautiful instead of short height and ugly. 

I even tried those things were people pinch themselves to know if they were dreaming or not, but all was nothing but pain-- This is reality, and I have to accept it.

I mean, it's not like living here would be worst than living in the dumpster, scrounging for scraps and sleeping through the night to pass hunger. This was after all, better. Although, I wouldn't just accept something so freely, nothings free in this world. I have to atleast figure out who I am.

"My lady?" A girl entered the room. She wore a hanfu that looked rather plain with only 2 colors and no design

I trailed my eyes at my palms and at her ". . . Can I ask you something?"

"Yes, my lady" she said with a smile

"Who am I?"