Amelia Hara Sinclair

A year had elapsed since the angel dispatched the six souls to the enigmatic kingdom of Arcadia. Among them, one had safely arrived, while another found itself reincarnated into the vulnerable form of a seven-month-old infant. This infant was none other than Amelia Hara Sinclair, the cherished second daughter and third child of the illustrious Royal Family of Luretta.

Luretta, shrouded in mystique and adorned with peculiar customs, bore a lineage intertwined with whispers of celestial ancestry. Legends whispered of ancestors who descended from another realm, christening their newfound land Luretta. Yet, amidst the tapestry of lore, the truth remained elusive, veiled by the passage of time.

In the annals of Luretta's Royal Family, a tradition peculiar to the realm prevailed. Each century, the eldest among all relatives earned the privilege to bestow upon the family a surname of their choosing. In this epoch, the honor befell Amelia's great grandmother, Luna, who immortalized the name Sinclair in the annals of Luretta's history.

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In the golden halls of Luretta's royal palace, where whispers of ancient myths intertwined with the fragrance of jasmine, Queen Flora watched her youngest daughter, Amelia, with a tender smile as she was approaching the courtyard. The little princess, with her chubby cheeks and bright red eyes, was attempting her first wobbly steps, cheered on by the maids and courtiers gathered around her.

Queen Flora stood by the window, her gaze fixed on the courtyard below where her daughter. She dismissed her assistant and decided to spend time with the maids and princess Amelia. The sight filled her heart with joy, a warm glow spreading through her as she watched her little girl grow and explore the world around her.Amelia's laughter echoed through the room, a sweet melody that lifted the spirits of all who heard it. The maids gathered around, their faces alight with smiles as they cheered her on, encouraging her with every wobbly step she took.But then, in an instant, everything changed.A hush fell over the room as Princess Amelia stumbled and fell, her small form hitting the ground with a soft thud. For a moment, there was silence—a heavy, suffocating silence that hung in the air like a shroud.At first, Queen Flora laughed, dismissing it as a simple stumble that all babies make when learning to walk. But as the seconds ticked by and Amelia remained still, a cold knot of fear twisted in the pit of her stomach.

Queen Flora stood at the edge of the room, her heart pounding against her chest like a desperate prisoner seeking escape. The once joyous atmosphere had now been replaced by an ominous cloud of fear and uncertainty. Her daughter, Amelia, lay motionless on the ground, her tiny form a stark contrast to the lively energy that had filled the room just moments before.

"Call the Royal physician!" Flora's voice pierced through the air, laced with panic and desperation.

She cradled Amelia in her arms, her hands trembling as she searched for any sign of life. But there was nothing—no movement, no breath, only silence.Tears streamed down Flora's face as she pressed her ear against Amelia's chest, praying for the reassuring rhythm of her daughter's heartbeat. But there was only silence—a deafening void that threatened to swallow her whole.Summoning all her strength, Flora dashed towards the room, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridors. She clung to the hope that the physician would have answers, that somehow, someway, her precious daughter would be saved."Summon the king, tell him our daughter fainted!" Flora's voice trembled as she uttered the words, her grip tightening around Amelia's fragile form. She paced back and forth, her mind racing with a thousand fears and uncertainties.When King Arthur arrived, his eyes mirrored Flora's anguish, his arms a silent refuge in the storm raging within her. Together, they waited—waited for the physician to emerge from the room, waited for news that would either shatter their world or bring them back from the brink of despair.Finally, the physician appeared, his face a mask of solemnity. Flora's heart plummeted at the sight, her breath catching in her throat as she braced herself for the worst.

"What's with that face?" Flora's voice cracked, her hands trembling as she reached out to the physician.

"Tell me, please."The physician's words hung heavy in the air, each syllable a dagger that pierced Flora's already fragile heart.

"I don't understand the condition of the princess," he confessed. "She is actually dead, but then again, she seems to be in a vegetative state."Flora's world shattered around her, the weight of the truth crashing down upon her like a tidal wave. She clung to King Arthur for support, her body trembling with grief and disbelief.

"My Queen, you need to calm yourself," King Arthur whispered, his voice a soothing balm against the storm raging within her. Together, they entered the room, their footsteps echoing in the silence that enveloped them.Amelia lay still on the bed, her tiny form a stark reminder of the fragility of life. Flora knelt beside her daughter, her heart breaking with every passing moment.

"Amelia, it's mummy," Flora whispered, her voice choked with tears. "We are supposed to play tomorrow, remember? Mummy is waiting for you."But there was no response—only silence, stretching out before them like an endless abyss. She stared at her daughter. One once bright skin became pale her bright blonde hair seemed like they had lost their shine. The Queen felt saddened by this. As Flora reached out to stroke Amelia's hair, a flicker of movement caught her eye—a single tear, trailing down Amelia's cheek.

Her cries filled the room, mingling with the shock of those around her. As the joyous commotion ensued, Amelia's confusion remained veiled, her thoughts echoing in the emptiness.

"Where am I?" She pondered amidst the bustling room, her bewilderment hidden behind the façade of jubilation. Yet, amidst the chaos, a lingering question hung in the air, unanswered and unspoken:

Who among them had been reincarnated this time?...