Chapter 2: Prologue-2
I felt nothing, only darkness; while countless hours passed by, it felt like..I was numb, with no sense besides hearing. A faint beeping sound to my left. Beep… beep… beep… beep. After what seemed like endless hours, I could finally listen to people talking, but I couldn't make out what they were saying.
Suddenly the beeping stopped, and I could hear people panicking near me, with a person yelling, "doctor bean, the patient's heart stopped!". I could no longer understand what they were saying as my mind seemed to fade away, slowly succumbing to nothingness.
Strange.. what… where am I?… It's so soft… Suddenly I received a massive headache, and I jolted upwards, then instinctively put my hands on my forehead; after the headache slowly passed away, I noticed something strange. My hands… I could feel them.. they felt.. smaller than usual, like when I was a young teen. Is this a dream? As I adjust my eyes, I start looking around, identifying I was lying on a king-sized bed; around me are many strange paintings on the wooden walls of a compact room, giving me the impression of a medieval-style architectural design.
Another weird thing was this strange foreign energy; it was different. I'm not sure how to describe it, but to put it simply, it felt like another form of sense that humans usually shouldn't have, apart from the five senses. Before I could further analyze my situation, the door to the room creaked open and what I saw was the biggest surprise of my life.
Impossible.. this.. no way… tears drop from my eyes without my control. I tried to stand up, but just before I could even stand on my feet, a young girl tackled me right back into the bed, hugging me so firmly that it squeezed the breath out of me. As I looked up, I saw a beautiful young girl who was the spitting image of my younger sister, but she looked slightly older. A look of disbelief crossed my face as I muttered the words "E-E.. Elaine?"
She replies with tears, "Art, you're finally awake!". A million thoughts flooded my mind of my current circumstance. I ended up just deciding to go with where this dream would take me and wiped her tears away, saying, "Is this a dream?". She looks at me with a hateful glare and punches me in the stomach, like how she would in the past, yelling, "Idiot!". Feeling the pain in my stomach, it felt… almost too real; I then just went along with it and asked, "But how?". She gives me a sigh and tells me her perspective of what happened.
Elaine Pov:
Tears flowing from my eyes, I yell, "Why? why did brother leave me???" It was so cold outside, and I was hungry. All I have left are a few chocolate bars. As I wondered about trying to find a way back to my family, my thoughts wandered as I thought about that creepy man who wanted to kidnap me. Somehow I was able to get away; the man stopped at a gas station and entered the building as he made a mistake, leaving me in the car with the keys still in the ignition.
After taking the keys and exiting the vehicle, I ran as far as I could get. I ended up tripping along the way and bruised my knee; luckily, it was only a minor injury. After a few hours of fleeing to try to find some help, I somehow ended up getting lost, and now I'm not sure where to go. It's getting late, but I don't trust getting help from strangers around here. It looks shady.
While walking, I was getting tired, my feet were killing me, and I couldn't keep going on like this, so I decided to find a place to sleep. A few moments later, I found an abandoned train station with a few benches outside, and it looked like no one was around; I decided to try my luck finding a spot there to sleep. When I entered the building, it was a mess, there was a lot of broken furniture with a foul stench, and it looked like it was used before by homeless people.
I ended up finding a room with a door and decided on that. When I entered, it was pitch black, and my eyes took a while to adjust. When I could make out a portrait of the room, I closed the door and pushed a file cabinet against the door. Exhausted, I laid down on the old bunched-up towels lying on the floor and fell entirely out of it.
When I woke up, my stomach was growling at me; I then proceeded to savor the rest of my last chocolate bar, trying not to devour it like a starved animal. The next day I was walking on the side of the road; I planned to find someone who looked sane around here to let me use their phone. Hours later, my body wasn't in the best shape due to not eating a whole day and only eating a chocolate bar before that day.
An hour later, I was walking on the side of the road, continuing my plan; my plan lacked food and water; I didn't know what to do as I was hungry and dehydrated and could barely walk. I didn't think it would take this long… my eyes start to shut on their own as I walk, trying to keep them open with the overwhelming desire to stop and rest.
Suddenly, I heard a loud truck honk. Opening my eyes, I saw a truck 10 meters ahead, and it was heading straight at me, but I felt too weak to dodge. Before I was hit, I muttered my last words with tears forming in my eyes, "brother..". Then a loud noise of a truck hitting its brakes and a sudden thud could be heard.
The last thing I remember is darkness and waking up like everything had just been a dream, or maybe this was a dream. I'm not sure what reality is anymore. My eyes wandered, I saw many paintings, and to my bewilderment, it was moving like a gif you would find on the internet. It looked too realistic, almost life-like… After getting over the realistic painting, I looked around the place more, and it was a strange experience, to say the least.
I saw a range of bizarre things like; life-like paintings, medieval-like furniture, a self-playing piano, giant stairways with a small waterfall in between, floating candles, life-like newspapers, and self-washing dishes. As I looked around, I bumped into a tall person dressed in a butler outfit; when I looked up, I saw a man smiling at me and strangely recognized him, but I had never seen him in my life. Other memories rush into my head as I fall on the floor, grabbing my head with a headache that could make someone go insane.
Before I could fall, the butler caught me and used some sort of chant, with my headache pain easing up. I can hear the butler say with a concerned voice, "Miss Starscourge, are you alright you seem out of it today." When my memories started forming, my eyes widened, and I seemed to have somehow transported to my other self in this world of magic. As a specific memory crossed my mind, I could see myself reading a newspaper about a boy named Harry Potter. Then the realization hit me; I remember watching a movie series with my brother.. this… is this the world of Harry Potter… I also seem to be 13, just like in my other life.
What surprised me the most was that I was a part of an otherworldly ancient family with the surname Starscourge; I remember my brother telling me about that a little when I watched him play the game called Elden Ring. He beat the game a few times with different builds and once got bored, then proceeded to beat it on RL 1 with no weapon upgrades, whatever that means. I remember he used to rage on his first playthrough by yelling, "how is this fair? Most enemies feel like they are made for playing against Sekiro; the character here feels too sluggish for all the enemy's spammy attacks!".
I used to make him mad by recording his rage moments and posting them on youtube. They were pretty popular too, with millions of views. Ah, I miss those days… while I was in thought, I didn't realize that the butler was staring at me strangely. "If I'm a Starscourge now, does that mean I'm a demigod or something now?" Whoops, I just accidentally said that out loud. The butler looks at me with concern and repeats what he said while waving in front of my face, "Hello.. Miss Starscourge are you alright you look out of it".
I snapped out of my thoughts embarrassed and replied, "Oh, Mr Webb, I'm sorry I was just…." I look around, trying to figure out what to say, but he interrupts me before I can say anything saying, "Well, Miss Starscourge, dinner is ready; also, don't forget to check on your brother." When he said that, I remembered that I have memories of a twin brother, but he has been unconscious since birth living a dormant life. Moments later, my eyes widen, realizing that his name is also the same as my past life's brother's name, Artorias.
[Mr. Webb's Appearance]
I proceeded to shrug. It could be a coincidence, although hope rises in me deep inside. I immediately went to check my brother's room up the fancy stairway, and before opening the door, I was so nervous thinking, I hope I'm right about this, please it has to be him, or I didn't know what I would do alone, but what if I was wrong? Moments later, I gathered the confidence to open the door. As it creaks open, I slowly walk to his bedside while fear grips my heart, but tears start dropping from my eyes when I'm able to see his face peacefully sleeping.
He looks exactly like him! But it's different; he's younger by four years and looks like the male version of me. We're also both the same age… it feels weird, I'm used to him being the big brother, but will that change now? Shaking my head, I run my hand through his hair. It was so soft now, and his skin looked like he had been using beauty face wash all his life. I suspect that has something to do with us being Starscourge now.
After a few moments, I remembered it was time to go have dinner and got up to leave as I walked down the fancy stairway with flowing water and an abundance of beautiful plants. I noticed a maid vacuuming the carpet upon other multitasking chores with magic, thinking magic was so convenient. Upon entering the dining room, I see a massive table with an overwhelming amount of food options to choose from. When I sat and started eating the butler, Mr. Webb walked in.
The butler started going through what looked like newspapers and mail stacked on a table and looked at them while speaking, "Miss Starscourge, you received a letter invitation from 8 different wizarding schools. Have you decided where you want to go? Upon hearing that, I was surprised thinking; there were eight wizarding schools in Harry Potter? I then asked if I could take a look at the options before I made a decision. The butler then replies, "Certainly, Miss," and hands over the invitation letters.
Going through the invitations, I read; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Scotland), Beauxbatons Academy of Magic (France), Castelobruxo (Central Brazil), Durmstrang Institute (Northern Europe), Ilvermorny (Eastern North America), Mahoutokoro School of Magic (Japan), Uagadou School of Magic (Uganda), and lastly Koldovstoretz (Russia).
Overwhelmed by the options, I decided on Hogwarts since I would at least know their future, but then I thought, why not try Beauxbatons Academy of Magic? That might be an exciting experience for me. I decided on that, telling Mr. Webb of my decision; he nodded, approving my choice.
After an exhausting day getting crammed with books by the maid to learn french, noble etiquette, and a few other basics to prepare me for the magical world. I lay in my bed reminiscing happy memories from the past with my family and where I would go from here. I later fell asleep. As the sun rose, I woke up with my mind refreshed from all the mental strain; I continued my day with breakfast.
Every day was about the same, learning french with some other basics. I also picked up a few hobbies, like playing the piano, dancing, gardening, and drawing. Over the year, I was quickly able to master a lot of the first-year spells. My magic seemed to be immense from what Mr. Webb had told me, and I suspect it has something to do with the Starscourage blood running through my veins. I had borrowed my mom's wand left in her room, which brings the question. I searched a lot, but my parents seem to be a mystery, and I'm not even sure if they are dead or alive.
The butler and maids I asked also knew little as they had just disappeared through a portal and hadn't been seen since Art and I was babies. Even though not much is known about our family in public, our family seems to be otherworlders, and we weren't originally from this world. In history, we rarely appear but are known to be powerful.
1 Year Later
I spent over a year already in this world, and I'm finally starting to find my place; I made many friends at Beauxbatons Academy School and quickly became top of my class. Every day I'm starting to worry more as my brother is still dormant with no signs of waking up. I wondered if he would ever wake up; as I was thinking, I heard a loud groan from my brother's room and immediately rushed to his room.
When I opened the door, I saw my twin brother sitting up and looking around with curious eyes. When he looked at me, his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, and I immediately jumped on him, yelling, "Art you're finally awake!" and hugged him as if he would leave me the second I let go. When I heard him say my name, tears rushed down my eyes, assured that it was him, my brother from my past life.
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