Prologue: Blood for Blood
The man screamed in agony as Neesha's blade sliced through his arm.
Her voice trembled with fury, echoing in the dim chamber:
"Does it hurt? This very hand… is the same hand that dared to touch my innocent sister."
His cries grew louder, but he still forced a twisted smile.
"We were paid… paid to do it," he gasped, blood dripping from his lips.
"Do you think killing us will give your sister justice? Death stands before you, and still you can't face the truth. Your own family's blood was spilled because of you."
Neesha's rage burned hotter, her eyes wild. She pressed the sword against him, cutting deeper. He writhed, screaming.
"No…! I-I'm telling the truth. The one you trusted the most… it was him. He ordered everything. Your power… your curse… brought your family's death!"
Her grip tightened, her breath ragged.
"Tell me the name!" she shouted, seizing his collar.
"Tell me before I rip your tongue out!"
But before he could finish the name, a shadow moved behind her.
A heavy blow struck the back of her head. Darkness swallowed her. She collapsed, unable to see the face — only a chilling voice reached her ears:
"Sleep now. Go to your father and sister. You killed many, yet you could not reach the true culprit. You will never have your justice."
The last thing she felt was the cold steel at her throat — and then silence.
Chapter 1: Rebirth
Darkness. Endless, suffocating darkness.
When Neesha opened her eyes again, she was not lying in blood or chains. Instead, she found herself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, her body weak but strangely… different.
Her trembling hands touched her face — smooth, unfamiliar skin.
Her voice shook as she whispered:
"This… this isn't my body…"
Memories flashed — her sister's screams, her father's death, her own blade piercing countless enemies. And finally… the voice that cursed her before death.
Yet now, another name echoed in her mind.
Elira.
The world had given her a second chance. Not as Neesha, the broken daughter of tragedy… but as Elira, the one who would finish what Neesha could not.
Her eyes glowed with new determination.
"If fate thinks I will give up… it's wrong. I will hunt them all. I will burn the truth out of this rotten world."
And so, Neesha was gone.
Elira was born.
Episode 2 – Awakening in a Stranger's Body
Neesha slowly opened her eyes.
Where… am I?
The sharp smell of medicine filled her nose. She turned her head, seeing white walls, an IV drip attached to her hand, and an oxygen mask covering her face. She was lying in a hospital bed.
But the moment she glanced at her reflection in the mirror beside the bed—her heart skipped a beat.
That wasn't her face.
It was Elira.
Memories that weren't hers began to pour into her mind. Images of a small girl whose mother had died the day she was born. A father who never forgave her for it, blaming her existence for his beloved wife's death. Instead of raising her with love, he threw her into the care of servants and never once looked at her as his daughter.
Six years later, he remarried. The woman he brought into the house already had a daughter, Alesa. From the moment she entered, Elira's life turned into hell.
She was beaten, insulted, and treated like a servant. She had no room of her own—only a cold corner in the kitchen floor to sleep on. She wasn't even allowed to eat at the same table as the family.
The servants pitied her, but they couldn't defy the stepmother's cruelty. Things grew worse when her father's new wife gave birth to a son. An eight-year-old Elira was forced to take care of the baby like a nanny. One mistake, and she was punished severely.
Once, the child fell from a swing, and the furious stepmother called Elira a curse, burning her arm with a hot iron.
"Wherever you go, disaster follows, you wretched girl!"
And if her home was hell, school was no better.
Her stepsister Alesa turned the whole class against her. They forced Elira to do their homework, threw garbage into her bag, mixed dirt into her food, and once even locked her inside a bathroom for hours. Teachers ignored it. After all, this was a prestigious school filled with rich children—weak students being bullied was nothing new here.
What no one knew… was that Elira carried a bloodline power. A rare, special magic that ran through her veins. But Elira never used it. She believed herself cursed, guilty for her mother's death, and too ashamed to reveal her gift.
One day, after endless torment, Elira finally broke. She climbed to the school rooftop and stepped forward, ready to end her life.
That was the moment when fate changed.
Now, Neesha was here—inside Elira's broken body.
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"Miss Elira, can you hear me?"
The doctor's voice pulled her back to reality.
"You've been unconscious for a week," he said gently, adjusting her IV drip. "But don't worry. Your injuries have healed faster than expected. You're very lucky."
Lucky…?
Neesha's lips trembled as she whispered, "Elira…" Her voice cracked as she tried to process the storm of memories and pain flooding into her heart.
The nurse smiled softly. "Don't strain yourself. Just rest. You'll recover soon."
But Neesha knew—this was no simple recovery.
This was a second life.
And Elira's suffering… was now her own.