Stars and Wishes Emillia, the blemished angel. Some pitied her. How she had devoted her life to the Empire for it to only abandon her. How she had never seen light or felt the warmth of one who truly loved her; She'd been to tied up in decietful hopes.
Emillia, that wretched villain. Others scorned her. No crime was too big for her, no murder was too evil for her.
Emillia, a foolish loyal dog. And some laughed at her, they mocked her. They said, "Oh Emillia, where is your Prince now? Too busy fooling with his women."
Emillia, oh, Emillia. She lies in her casket with delicate porcelain skin smeared with blood. Her hands tied to her sword that she'd sworn by her loyalty to the Crown Prince. It was her funeral yet no one came. 'Not even her beloved Prince went to her funeral?'
Emillia, the abandoned soul. But perhaps not by all.
When no one cleansed her dead body, he adorned her casket. When no one prayed for her, he shed tears for her. When no one noticed her, he always did.
But she had never noticed him.
'Emillia, If God were to give you another chance at life, would you choose different? Would you notice me?'
And when the weeping sky reversed time, Emillia woke-up as her 7 year old self, how would she live her life? Would the nations revere her a villain again or an angel... or would she simply disappear....
'Disappear? I? Don't be ridiculous. I'm Emillia, I'm coming for revenge. To tear apart every soul and body, to destroy this empire.'
*The Book picture doesn't belong to me, all credits goes to the owner
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