DEDICATION

To those whose heart belongs to the flaws of the villain rather than the perfections of the hero.

To those who hide their broken souls with smiles as an expression
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[Selina's POV]

"Miss, you might fall off" I heard a sweet voice in the back of my head. The voice felt like a girl's and... strangely somewhat familiar to me.

It was so soft and peaceful, with a warmth that made me want to fall asleep.

"Miss, watch out!" The voice was abruptly cut off by my own yelp of pain as I felt myself falling from somewhere. I shot my eyes open, groaning in pain.

"God, damm it." I placed a hand behind my back to ease the growing ache and tried to sit up. But the moment I attempted to, I fell back down onto the floor with a thud.

"Hey, miss! Are you okay?" A girl who was possibly sitting next to my seat rushed over to me, her expression filled with urgency. While she meant well, asking if I was okay after falling twice seemed like a silly question. I couldn't help but sigh.

"How can a person be okay after falling down?" I said bluntly. The girl's eyes widened slightly at my words, a common reaction to my bluntness. I couldn't help it; it's just the way I am.

She gently slapped her forehead. "Sorry for asking such an obvious thing. It's my bad. Can you sit up?" 

I stared at her face blankly while trying to process her words and concerned look. She looked at me as it's wasn't me who fell down but her. Like even though my back was splitting with pain, in reality it was her who was really hurt.

That reaction is....very strange and....new to me. I have never seen nor am I used to anyone care for me. Heck not even my family cared but this girl.....she feels so familiar...my guts are telling me that somehow....I know her....I have seen her.

"No. If I sit up the bones in my waist will break for real instead of being sprained" I shook my head and snapped out of my useless thoughts. I looked up at the ceiling of the train and  realised there was something wrong with it.

Why does it look so large like a compartment of a train?That like a vintage style one?

"Then please excuse me for what I am about to do" The girl said as she placed her hand and wrapped it around my waist. She gripped on me tightly so that I won't fall down once more and carefully made me sit back on the seat as if I was nothing more than a feather.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I took a glance at her hands which both looked and were so small, probably even smaller than mine. However I have to admit she has a good amount of strength because I am atleast miles away from being even medium weighted.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. You'll be fine in a moment," she assured me, pressing her hands on my waist to straighten my back and applying a bit of pressure to the sprained spot. I heard faint whispers of sentences, like a prayer. I wondered how a prayer could help fix my sprain when it had never worked before.

Looking around the room, I noticed it resembled those vintage train compartments from the 80s.

It had two seats facing each other, with enough space for four people. Judging by the abundance of personal belongings, it seemed to be a VIP lounge.

But now my main query and confusion arises. What the heck was I doing here? I never saw such a vintage train after spending almost a decade in New York. However my next doubt just creates the situation more disturbing.

As far as my mind can recall I somehow fell asleep over my book while reading it. I was also stuck in the rain. So why am I here? I don't have teleporting powers for sure unless god decided to screw me over once again.

Suddenly I felt a pang of pain in my waist which caused me to move forward and come back into reality from my mind. I hissed in pain as it was increasing and I could see a faint white light behind me as the girl spoke.

"This may hurt a little"

I scoffed at her words and clenched my fists so that it will help me endure this damn pain.

"Little? It hurts like my bones are being broken and rearranged inside my body. If you still call that 'little' you must have a pain tolerance of a immortal." I said gripping onto the seat beside me.

"I know but please bear it for a few seconds. I am almost done" She pressed her hand over my waist with more pressure and a small yelp came out of my mouth. But as she claimed, few seconds later I didn't feel any pain. Instead I felt so energetic.

She removed her hands and I instantly turned around to face her with a curious but serious look on my face.

"How did you do that?" I looked into her eyes, trying to examine what she just did and how? She used some powers so is she someone like me? But if that was the case, she wouldn't be using them so freely. Or is she some sort of saint as often shown in manhwa?

"With my magic of course" She smiled "I am from House Witrotean so I have healing powers. What is your house?"

I looked at her with a frown of confusion "Magic? What house? What do you mean by that?" I asked while staring at her face, to know what was she even speaking about. However the moment I said that, she looked at me as if I was a little girl who's lost.

Why is she looking at me in that way? I only said the most logical thing, it's not like a academy of sorcery can really exists in real life. Those academies like Hogwarts can only be found in movies or books.

"Haven't you heard about Slononia sliverville? The academy of sorcery?" She spoke as if it's one of the most common things even a kid knows. I frowned my brows.

Wait....That name.....slononia sliverville....It sounds familiar....I think I have heard it before but where did I?....I can't recall it.

"Did you hurt your head and forgot we are on our way to the academy of sorcery? Slononia sliverville academy? One of the most well-known and virtuous academy since our empire was made?" The girl once again looked at me concerned which was made me more confused.  Something is off.

Think selina...think something. Something...is wrong....I can feel it. This place...this girl...this train cabin...even the atmosphere present in the air.....is very strange, weird and.. suprisingly familiar.

I feel like I have seen everything, felt everything and even been here. I can feel it in my heart but I don't remember being here-

My eyes slowly widened themselves the moment I had an assumption, a worst one at that. A sudden realisation dawned upon me. Shit.

It's not what I am thinking right?.....It can't be.... It...it can't happen....how can I?.... I have to check it. I stopped thinking further so that I won't panic. I pressed my hand over the seat and stood up with it's support, I slowly walked towards the opened window and looked outside.

And that was the moment the ground beneath my feet shook away. I saw two rivers with glittering lilac-colored water, mountains covered in clouds in the distance, and a sky that was a mixture of blue and orange. I even spotted a medieval-themed city in front of those mountains.

I leaned forward, my jaw dropping in disbelief. There was no track beneath the train; it was moving in the air!

"No....this can't be true.... it's a illusion..... it's not possible" I stumbled backwards in shock and collapsed onto my seat. That girl stared at me in confusion before worry concealed her entire face.

She instantly came to my side to hold my trembling body but I couldn't care less about my physical condition, especially when I was so traumatized that I could fall into coma.

"How can it....how did I even....this world isn't real.... there's no way that I...." That I transmigrated into the novel I was reading. Regardless suddenly a yelp of pain escaped from my throat and I grabbed my head into my hands, benting down so that I could ease the pain which was engulfing not only my mind but my entire soul. 

It felt as if someone was splitting my brain apart with their hands. I could see thousands of memories flashing before my closed eyes.

The confusing and suprising thing was that those memories weren't mine.....they were all unknown to me....I saw my face in them but I knew...it wasn't me. This are someone else's memories...which means.....this body...isn't mine.

"Miss! Are you alright?!" The girl grabbed onto my shoulders because my whole body had started to shiver vigorously and I felt myself losing my mind. I digged my nails into my hair to stop the pain from spreading deeper into me but it only increased more.

I couldn't see anything. I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't feel anything. The pain was spreading through me so quickly like a virus that now I couldn't even breath properly. I felt all oxygen disappear from my lungs as if someone was choking me.

Tears formed in my eyes when I tried to breath and move my body desperately but in a flash of second, the pain was gone and I felt my senses coming back to me. Like everything happening just now was a illusion.

Finally oxygen returned into my body and I could breath in relief. I placed a hand over my chest to calm down as I took some deep and heavy breaths.

"What is the name of the empire?" I asked, trying to catch my breath after feeling suffocated and choked for two minutes straight. I was feeling as if I was just sent back to earth from hell because the devil showed me mercy.

At the moment I just wanted to disappear from the world and bury myself into the bottom of the Pacific Ocean but unfortunately I couldn't. I can't sit around to calm myself down when I was having a existential crisis.

I needed to know who the hell was I and where in earth was I exactly going. It could cost me my life if I take a wrong step because of my carelessness and I wasn't planning to die yet.

"Enchancia. The empire of enchancia." Five words. Five words was all it took for me to get through my mental shock and start thinking rationally.

I was really in the world of the novel 'Revenge Of The Soul Queen' which I never thought existed other than in my hands full of paper and mind of imagination. As cliché this whole situation or to be more exact my life may seem but I can not deny it wasn't real.

Even though I wished I was having a nightmare and overthinking, I knew this wasn't a webtoon and I wasn't the main character of it (which I really hope not to be).

I guess I have to stay here for a while before I find any portal or clues to go back which I knew I wouldn't be getting anytime soon since my fate is really fucked up. For now let's start with finding out whose body am I possessing and the location I am now.

I stared out in the blank space. What was the chapter was this scene in?. I scrolled through millions of information inside my brain cells, trying to find out the name but only to get back nothing.

Whatever. I sighed. The chapter isn't the main issue nor the concern of mine. I'd rather find about the character I am than waste time about that. I cast a glance at surroundings and found a old and scraggy bag at the corner.

I stood up from my place and walked to get that bag which probably contained my new identity. I lowered myself, grabbing the bag's strap and placed it upon my seat as I sat down beside the girl.

"What's wrong?" She asked but I didn't bother to answer her. Knowing in which scene and character was I more important at the moment.

I unzipped the chains of the bag and opened it wide, only to find nothing but some faded and stitched clothes and a file. My eyes sparkled seeing that mere file. I instantly took it out and flipped open the first few pages, anxiously looking for the details.

I flipped a page and a smile made it's way on my lips on it's own. There it was. I glanced at the page and saw the name 'Selina Penrose'  and finally I took a deep breath as relief washed over my mind. It was my original name only, just the last name is different.

I felt like she was a character I knew but I don't recall anything about her at all. Her name seems new. I guess she is a extra?

It's good she has no relation with the original plot. At last I can live my life in some peace- I gasped.

I felt all the oxygen draining away from my lungs in fear once again. It completely slipped out of my mind. Selina Penrose may be a extra but at the beginning of the story she had done something or the other she wasn't supposed to and got.....killed...by the villian...of the novel...Rihaan Blackangfort.

Fuck. First I was basically kidnapped and thrown into a unknown world without my consent and now my death news was already knocking on my door. I clenched my jaw as a strange feeling started consuming my entire mind.

Was it anger for such an injustice? Was it sadness at the thought my life will soon be taken? Was it helplessness that I can't even protect myself? I don't know.

I just knew that I have to survive. All those years I tried my best to please others and still ended up being neglected.

I don't care even if it meant being seen as a freak. It's time I live for myself because...my life...is the only thing I am left with.

"Miss?" I once again heard the voice of that girl which made me snap out of my thoughts. I turned my head towards her and noticed her tightly holding my hand in a comforting way.

"Selina. My name is Selina Penrose." I glanced back at her with a light smile which lasted not more than 2 seconds before I drew back my hand.

"Hello Selina. I am Amirah Anderson! Nice to meet you" As soon as her name reached my ears, I knew who she was. She was none other than the...female lead of...the novel Amirah.

The one who was destined to suffer her whole life, trying to figure out the mysteries of this world and also partially the cause....for my...upcoming..death.

She extended her hand towards me as a gesture of friendship. However I just blankly stared at her hand for solid ten seconds.

"Honoured to meet you, Amirah" I shook my hands with hers and kept my voice tone as usual, humble and netural.

"Is everything fine selina? You seemed quite anxious a while ago" Amirah inquired. Well everything would have been fine if I wasn't here in the first place but since god has a weird sense of humour customized for me, I can't escape.

"Nothing much. Maybe it was mere panic attack" I lied. Panic attacks weren't exactly like that but I couldn't think anything better to give off as an excuse. At last beggers can't be choosers.

"What? To you a panic attack is mere?! Selina, that matter is very serious!" As expected of Amirah's personality, she couldn't help but worry about others more when it would be better if she rather did for herself. However at some point, I know why she's like this because once...I was also...like her.

"If you don't get yourself treated, your mental health can get severely damaged which can lead to the depletion of your magic. You won't be ever be able to use it" She stood up and placed her hands upon her hips, like a mother nagging her daughter for eating junk food. That's the reason why I ended up chuckling a second later.

"It's not that much of a deal" I tried to brush off the topic but she looked at me with frown on her now poker face and spoke.

"How can you say that?! It's a very big matter selina! You can't just ignore-" BAM! A bullet hit in my head as I stood before Amirah to protect her. It was a idiotic instinct I had which I regret till this date.

However...It didn't pierce through my skull. One moment I was getting nagged by her and the next I was on the floor, on the verge of losing consciousness.

I could faintly hear the screams of Amirah while she sat beside me, helplessly and the background sound of multiple gunshots.

What on earth was happening?. I tried my best to get up but was only able to lay on the floor like a half corpse. I felt my vision blurring out as my senses were shutting down and with that......I lost my.... consciousness.

𝙏𝙤 𝘽𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙙...