Chapter On
Reborn to Burn You All
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*Chapter One: Ashes of Yesterday*
The scent of smoke still lingered in her hair — sweet, sharp, and cruel. It clung to her skin like a scar, invisible but unforgettable.
Nara Aiyen stood barefoot in the ruins of her past. Charred beams groaned under the weight of ash and memory. Once, this was her home. A place of laughter, books stacked to the ceiling, and late-night dreams whispered into pillows. Now it was a tomb — hers.
Three years ago, they killed her.
Not with bullets or blades, but with whispers, betrayal, and a matchstick.
Elite Crest Academy — the school of the powerful, the rich, and the merciless. She had earned her place there on scholarship, a girl from the wrong side of the city with a brain sharper than most and a heart still soft. That was her mistake. She didn't belong, and they made sure she knew it.
They called her a thief.
A liar.
A witch.
When the fire started in her dorm, no alarms went off. The cameras had glitched. The sprinklers failed. And the ones who could've saved her watched instead.She had clawed at the door until her fingernails bled. She screamed until her voice cracked into smoke. When the flames wrapped around her, she didn't just feel pain — she felt betrayal. From classmates who smiled at her by day and laughed as she burned by night. From teachers who turned their backs. From a system that protected the cruel and punished the honest.
But death didn't take her soul.
It traded it.
In the darkness, something ancient stirred. A voice, not hers, yet part of her. A presence that whispered of vengeance, of power, of rebirth. The fire didn't kill her — it baptized her.
And now, three years later, she was back.
Not as the Nara they buried.
But as the girl who remembered.
Her eyes snapped open in a body three years younger — seventeen again — on the morning of her first day at Elite Crest Academy. The calendar confirmed it. Her heartbeat was steady. Her breath fogged up the mirror. This wasn't a dream. She was alive… again.
Only this time, she wasn't naive.
She knew their secrets — all of them.
She knew who set the fire.
Who watched.
Who laughed.
Who helped.
And she would burn them all. Slowly. Quietly. Deliciously.
A knock echoed through her small room. "Nara? You'll be late for school!"She stared into her reflection. Same brown eyes. Same soft curls. Same girl.
But inside her — something else burned.
"I'm coming," she said calmly.
But this time, it wasn't to fit in.
This time, it was for revenge.
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