Chapter:1 A second Chance

Eleanor's consciousness swirled in a maelstrom of confusion. Colors and memories blended into a flush of darkness, like a whirlpool, pulling her into an unknown abyss. 

Suddenly, a blinding light seems to tear through the abyss. It flew in a streak of silver, piercing through the darkness. She welcomed its arrival, it was better than endless dark at least.

However, her thinking changed when the ray suddenly changed its trajectory and flew straight at her. She watched in silent horror as the ray slammed against her, pushing her body through the very fabric of the abyss until all she could see was light. 

Eleanor awoke with a jolt, her eyes fluttering open to an unfamiliar world, confusion and realization washed over her. This was not the room she had fallen asleep in. Everything felt smaller, and the vibrant colors of her surroundings clashed with the dark olive hue of her room.

As the haze cleared, her senses started to sharpen, revealing a scene unfamiliar and surreal. She was lying on a soft bed in a room adorned with lavish décor—a room that screamed of aristocracy. Panic gripped her as she realized this was no dream. 

Confusion danced in her eyes as she stared at the richly adorned walls and elegant furniture.

"Where... where am I?" she whispered to herself, her voice betraying the uncertainty that surged within her.

Panic surged through her as she tried to remember how she ended up here. Memory fragments started creating a confusing swirl of emotions. She sat up, her heart pounding, and took deep breaths to calm herself.

Her last recollection of complete memory was a jumbled mess of rules about shooting a rocket launcher, not much help in her situation though. Gathering her thoughts, Eleanor tried to remember what she was doing before she fell asleep.

'Think, Think.'

'Oh, crap.'

She remembered now. She was appointed the Top-Off Duty filling magazines all day long caused her to fall asleep on duty. The last thing she saw was a tank running over her tent and then... darkness.

(Author: Tank-Chan, Truck-Kun's young, hot, single, and sexy aunt, covering his job while he is on vacation.)

A flood of fragmented memories washed over her, connecting the dots. With each passing moment, fragments of her previous life fused with the memories of her new persona. Eleanor realized she was now Eleanor Marlow, the Fourteen-year-old daughter of House Marlow, a prestigious noble family known for their involvement in military affairs. Aveline had an elder brother, William, and parents who were deeply engrossed in the military world.

Slowly and cautiously, she climbed out of bed, her young and fragile body feeling strange and cumbersome. She peered out of the window, seeing a sprawling estate and people moving about purposefully. 

Confusion gnawed at her. Was this a dream? A game? A hallucination?

The door creaked open, this sudden escalation of her environment sent her nerves haywire, and her arm darted to the bedside table. Usually, there's always a 1911 by her bedside but this was not her room and the only thing she managed to grab was the lamp.

She darted towards the door, the lamp raised high above her head to bash in the skull of whoever was entering the room. Just as the figure outside the door became visible, she brought down the lamp hard on its head.

A soft voice sounded, instead of the sickening crunch she expected to hear.

"Oh, my lady, you're awake! Shall I fetch your parents?"

  She opened her eyes to see that the lamp had been caught between the palms of a middle-aged woman. The woman was tall, even by Eleanor's standard, most certainly above six foot, with a head of purple and long braided supple hairs and a beautiful face that she might have dreamed of in her wet dreams.

The woman was wearing a European maid outfit with the chest piece almost bursting out from the mountains they covered. Lea (Short for Eleanor) felt a trickle of drool slide down her lips, back in her world she had been assigned to a field camp where women were a rare sight, much less a woman as beautiful as the one in front of her.

The maid seemed to pay no heed to her lecherous expression, instead, she gently let go of the lamp and repeated her words with a warm smile.

"Good morning, young miss. I trust you had a pleasant rest. You must still be terrified of what happened! Shall I fetch your parents?"

Eleanor hesitated for a while but ultimately she nodded her head.

"Yes, please. And thank you."

Minutes later, her parents hurried into the room, their expressions a mix of relief and concern. Eleanor forced a smile, trying to process the whirlwind of information being thrown her way.  They slowly explained what the hell was going on.

Her father, Henri Marlow, had been targeted by a mercenary organization. They captured his daughter, Eleanor herself, and attempted to bargain his life for hers. The situation escalated dramatically and Eleanor was shot five times, twice by the mercenary's weapons and three times by the police force's weapons. 

Later she was rushed to the hospital where her situation was said to be hopeless, at one point she was almost declared dead but her little heart started to beat again. The doctors did their best and she survived the injury but had been in a coma for the past few months. Her fourteenth birthday passed just a week ago.

"LEA!!! MY DARLING PRINCESS!!!"

The door was busted off its hinges as her brother burst into the room, crying comedically. He attempted to hug her but their mother, Elisabeth Marlow née Lefèvre, grabbed him by the back of his neck and slammed him against the floor.

"Don't bring all zat disgusting snot and dirt into ze room. What if zhe got sick again?"

Oh, her mother had a thick French accent. 

She thought about her mother's accent as she made a mental note not to upset her mother ever in the future.  She wasn't sure her fragile body would last against the impact that her brother just went through.

Her brother, William Marlow, was sent to clean up. Well... more like dragged off by her mother.

The maid gently slid past the gate occupied by the father and daughter duo and placed the lamp back on the bedside desk. Lea's eyes, now wondering between her father and the maid, fell on the lamp. It had several fingerprints imprinted on its metallic sides.

Lea paled at the realization that the maid had just dented the metal lamp and from the shaking of her father, she believed he saw it too. She turned to look at her father for any sign of fear and... well... He was crying loudly while hugging, his face the same features as that of her brother. 

Suddenly, a loud stomping noise started to echo from behind them. Lea turned around to see that her mother was walking down the hallway, her steps turned into loud stomps as she walked faster and faster.

"Ahem"

She turned back and saw that her father was wiping the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, his face turned back into a stoic look.

Looks like face-changing is the special ability of their family.

[***Buzz***]

'hmm'

A radio signal? bad one at that.

[***Buzz***] 

No response from others?

She glanced at the others but they were not responding to it. A green light flashed and she saw something that made her jaw droop.

Right above her father's head, several words were shining in a neon light.

<Lord Marlow>

[LV? Henri Marlow]

'The hell!'

She rubbed her eyes again, just to make sure what she was seeing was real or not. Once again she opened her eyes and stared at the space above his head.

<Lord Marlow>

[LV? Henri Marlow]

Believing it to be her imagination, she turned around to look at her mother.

<Lady Marlow>

[LV? Elisabeth Marlow née Lefèvre]

Same fucking neon light. 

<Head Maid(?)>

[LV? Griselda(?)]

Her eyebrow twitched at the sight, she was probably dreaming.  Yep, this was all just one big-ass dream waiting to be broken by the CO's rough voice. 

She turned to face her or rather 'the' mother,

"Mama, I am feeling zleepy."

Again she was stunned at her own voice. It was adorned with a distinctly strong French accent that showcased a struggling attempt at learning the English language. 

Her mother turned and stared at Lea, her eyes carried a distinct hint of kindness and compassion.

"Of course, ma chère, you must be tired. Go rest in your room. I will send Griselda with le petit déjeuner."

Again with these French words.

Lea was certain she had never so much as heard someone talk in French much less spoken the language herself. But now she could understand each and every word.

As she walked back into the room, she heard a rapid-fire conversation between her parents outside, but their voices faded out as they went down the hallway.

Now that she was alone, it was time to find out what the hell was going on here.

[Beginning New Player Initiation]

'What in the ducking duck is going on here.'