[POV: Selene]
Slowly opening her eyes, she was greeted by the soft, silver light filtering through the curtains of the room. A strong sense of confusion took hold as she observed her surroundings: an elegant, ancient, and luxurious room, seemingly taken from one of her favorite stories. Instinctively, she raised a hand to her face, immediately noticing something unusual: slender, pale, delicate fingers.
"What happened...?" she murmured, startled by the unfamiliar, soft voice. A whirlwind of thoughts overwhelmed her: the accident, the street, the truck...
Before confusion could overcome her, the room's door opened gently, and an elegant figure dressed in maid attire entered discreetly, bowing deeply. "Princess Selene, you're finally awake. Everyone has been greatly concerned."
Princess? Selene?
Selene's eyes widened in shock: princess implied female. Instinctively, she pced a hand on her chest, feeling with disbelief the delicate curves of the body she now inhabited. Her heartbeat quickened with anxiety and incredulity, but slowly, a strange calm began to emerge, giving way to curiosity.
The maid approached gently, offering her an antique-looking goblet filled with a crimson liquid emitting a surprisingly inviting aroma. Selene was drawn to it but hesitated, disturbed by the strange color and scent.
"Princess, you should drink to regain your strength," the maid said encouragingly.
Hesitantly, Selene took a small sip, finding the metallic taste strangely pleasant. She still didn't fully understand what the liquid was, but her body seemed to crave it.
"Princess, your magic is rapidly awakening," the maid continued with a gentle smile. "The empire eagerly awaits your return."
Magic? Empire? Selene felt a whirlwind of emotions and questions building in her mind. Whatever the truth, she would discover it gradually. But for now, hidden beneath the initial shock, a new and exciting emotion began to surface: enthusiasm for the unknown awaiting her.
[POV: Arya]
She woke up suddenly, gasping for breath. Eyes wide open, she gnced around anxiously, finding herself wrapped in the gentle twilight of a bright, airy room decorated with nature-inspired motifs.
"Where am I...?" she wondered, heart pounding in her chest. Vivid and painful memories surfaced: the street, the beloved figure waving and smiling, then the deafening noise of a violent impact.
Slowly rising from the bed, she felt long golden hair cascade down her shoulders. Confused, she hurried toward a nearby mirror and stopped, speechless, staring incredulously at her reflection. Clearly visible was the face of a young elf with emerald-green eyes—familiar yet unfamiliar.
The door behind her opened gently, causing her to jump slightly. An adult elf with a dignified and gentle appearance entered the room. "Arya, my daughter, you’re finally awake," she said softly, relief clear in her voice.
"Arya? Daughter...?" she whispered in a trembling voice. The woman nodded, approaching slowly.
"Everything is fine now. Rest, dear. Our God has brought you back to us for a great destiny."
She closed her eyes, feeling an inexplicable sense of relief and determination welling up in her heart. She would discover what this all meant, why destiny had granted her another chance. As fragments of her past life repyed in her mind, she knew she wouldn't waste this second opportunity.
