Aveline jolted awake, gasping as her eyes flew open.The familiar low ceiling of her attic room loomed above her, the dim light filtering through the small window. Heart racing, she scrambled up, disoriented. Was it all... a dream? She jumped out of the bed and quickly moved to the cracked mirror near her bed, her reflection staring back at her with wide, young eyes. Her hands trembled as she traced her face, her cheeks rounder, her long seems shorter, her height barely reaching the mirror's edge. She was seven years old again. In a gaze, she glanced at the calendar pinned to the wall. Ten years go. She was truly back. Aveline's breath caught as realization dawned on her, and slowly fierce grayitude swelled in her chest. "Thank you," she whispered, a shaky smile forming. She had been granted a second chance— a chance to rewrite her fate.

This time, she would not be the helpless, neglected child who endured the scorn of her family. Her fingers curled into fists, her determinatiion of hardening. She would become stronger and harness the magic she had hidden away all this time.

Aveline swore to protect herself, to survive and thrive, no matter what. And those who had betrayed her trust, would know the pain they had caused. She would rise above them, and one day, they would see her power. This time, she would carve her owwn path— and no one would stand in her way.