Chapitre 3: lunette
The morning light streamed through the ornate windows, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. The little girl stirred, her eyes fluttering open as the memory of the previous night hit her like a thunderbolt. She sat up abruptly, clutching the silken sheets.
"Why did I say yes so quickly?" she muttered to herself, her voice trembling. "He could be a murderer... or something even worse. How naive am I?"
Her small hands balled into fists as doubt and self-criticism churned inside her. She replayed the man's words over and over in her mind, trying to decipher his true intentions. There had been something chilling about the way he spoke, yet she couldn't deny the allure of his promise.
She sighed and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, letting her bare feet touch the plush carpet. That's when it hit her—something felt different. A strange sensation hummed in the back of her mind, like an itch she couldn't quite reach.
And then, a flood of memories that weren't hers crashed over her like a tidal wave.
She froze, gripping her head as flashes of another life—another existence—filled her thoughts. Scenes of a girl sitting in a cozy room surrounded by colorful posters, shelves stacked with books, and a glowing screen playing fantastical stories. Her name was... what was it? The girl's name eluded her, but the emotions didn't.
Her soul had once been tied to that girl's body for a year. A cosmic disturbance, an anomaly she couldn't fully understand, had tethered her to that life before she was born into this one. When the disturbance corrected itself, the connection was severed. She had thought those memories were gone forever, but now...
"They're back," she whispered, wide-eyed.
She remembered the girl's obsession—anime, manhwa, manga. Stories filled with epic battles, unyielding protagonists, and worlds that operated on rules both fantastical and cruel. A spark lit in her chest, a strange feeling of familiarity.
"Why do I remember all this now? The blast... did it awaken these memories?" she wondered aloud, her voice barely above a whisper.
The realization sent a shiver down her spine. That girl's perspective, her knowledge, her relentless fascination with fictional worlds—they were now part of her.
Her gaze shifted to her small hands, the faintest remnants of last night's power still tingling at her fingertips. For the first time, she didn't just feel like a helpless child. She felt... like she could become more.
Her lips curled into a determined smile.
"If this world is anything like those stories, then maybe I'm not as powerless as I thought. I'll use everything—his offer, these memories, and this power—to carve my own path."
But even as her resolve hardened, a lingering doubt remained. Could she trust the cloaked man?
The thought sent a chill down her spine, but she shook it off. For now, she had a new question to answer: who was she going to become in this second chance at life?
The man appeared once more, his black cloak swirling as he stepped into the room. His presence was as imposing as ever, and the little girl couldn't help but tense.
"So, you're awake, little girl," he said smoothly, his voice carrying that familiar mix of amusement and authority.
"Yes," she replied, puffing out her cheeks in defiance. "But I've decided to go back on our deal."
He raised an eyebrow, or so she assumed—it was hard to tell with his face hidden beneath that hood. "Oh? And why's that?"
She crossed her arms, her tiny frame trying to appear as imposing as his. "'Cause you're too shady! I don't trust you."
A low chuckle escaped him, echoing in the lavish room. "I see. So, you want to go back into the world on your own?"
"I can live by myself!" she declared, though her voice wavered just slightly.
His tone turned colder, more serious. "There are all sorts of people out there, little one. People far worse than me. They could kill you or do unspeakable things. You don't have control over your powers yet, and without that, you could die at any moment."
Her bravado crumbled, and fear flickered in her wide eyes. "Will I... will I really die?" she asked, her voice small and trembling.
"Yes," he replied without hesitation.
She swallowed hard, tears threatening to form. "Then... then how can I know you won't kill me?"
His voice softened just a fraction, but it carried a sharp edge. "I don't waste my time killing powerless, miserable people."
Every word hit her like tiny needles, and her fists clenched. "I'm not powerless!" she blurted, her voice trembling with both anger and hurt. "But... if you're really not shady, maybe—maybe I can trust you. Just a little."
He tilted his head, curiosity evident in his posture. "And how exactly should I convince you of that?"
She thought for a moment, then pointed at him accusingly. "Take off your cloak! Only shady people hide their faces."
For a second, he seemed taken aback, but then he laughed—a deep, amused laugh that made her scowl. "Fair enough," he said, reaching up to lift his hood.
As the fabric fell away, her jaw dropped.
His hair was jet-black, falling in perfectly tousled waves, and his sharp, chiseled features made him look like he had stepped out of a painting. But it was his eyes—brilliant, piercing, and almost otherworldly—that left her stunned.
He looks like a black-haired Gojo Satoru! she thought, her cheeks puffing out as she tried not to gape.
The man smirked, clearly aware of her reaction. "Won't I get a compliment?" he asked teasingly.
She blinked, then blurted out, "You're... you're beautiful."
He chuckled again, clearly pleased. "Thank you. My name is Kieran Everhart," he said with a slight bow. "I'm one of the Dukes of the Kingdom of Eloora."
She blinked rapidly, trying to process the new information. "Oh... well, I guess that's not too shady," she admitted, though her arms were still crossed. "But I still have more questions!"
Kieran smiled, his sharp features softening slightly. "Fair enough. But first, may I ask for your name? I can't keep calling you 'little girl.'"
She paused, her face falling. "I... I don't remember my name."
Kieran studied her for a moment, then nodded. "Then let's give you a new one," he said. "From now on, your name will be Lunette."
She tilted her head, testing the name on her tongue. "Lunette... Lunette," she repeated, then smiled shyly. "I like it."
"Good," Kieran said, his tone surprisingly gentle. "Rest now, Lunette. There's much to prepare, and your journey is only beginning."
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