Hello people, this is Silverstar. It's been a long time since I wrote something and posted it on Fanfiction. I hope my writing has improved and I hope you enjoy the story.

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Luce was a normal teenager. She lived an average life and went about doing normal teenage things. So, when she died and woke up on an island in the middle of nowhere with nothing but the clothes on her back... well, shewas definitely not going to live like she used to anymore. Oc-insert

Chap 1: It all begins with Death

" Miss Prima! Do you understand me!"

Prima Luce was jolted awake by the booming voice. She fluttered her eyelids slowly and turned to face the teacher, who was standing in front of the class plastering a small frown on her lips. She straightened her back and brazenly made every effort to meet the teacher's glare eye-to-eye.

She wanted to go back to sleep! The bloody teacher interrupted her nap!

The teacher glared at her. The seventeen year-old met her glare head-on.

Silence permeated in the classroom , the tension between them getting thicker by the second.

"... Yes?" Luce asked, breaking the silence first.

She raised an eyebrow; her frown got a bit wider as well. She wanted to go back to sleep, dammit!

The teacher twitched at Luce's nonchalant response.

" Not 'yes', young lady! Stand up and answer the question on the board!" The old hag screeched, hand repeatedly slapping against the chalkboard, creating a large crack sound. Dust clouds had also formed and the teacher was unfortunately choked by it.

The class erupted into laughter, Luce was no exception.

"Quiet!" The teacher's scratchy voice echoed along the walls. The room was silent once again.

"Answer the question, Miss Luce."The teacher's hand breaking in a slight spasm.

" Twenty two point five percent." She answered smoothly, adding to the teacher's irritation.

The teacher twitched again, but this time it was more rampant. " ... Correct," she managed to grind out, "You may sit down." The teacher gave her one last glare before resuming lessons.

Luce sighed before she sat down. She let out a large yawn that made the teacher slightly more ticked off than before (even though it was impossible to be) and leaned down on her desk to resume her nap.

Though, the whispers prevented her from going back to dreamland.

" She did it again!"

" I'm amazed that Mrs. Anderson hasn't kicked her out of the class yet..."

" She couldn't even if she wanted to! She's the top of the grade!"

" It would have been better if her personality was more... glam."

Luce sighed again. This was a normal routine for her. Wake up, go to school. Tick off the teachers unintentionally (sometimes) by sleeping through class. Wake up for break and eat her bread which she bought from the convinience store. Sleep again for the next three hours and get out of she would Go home, complete her homework, eat dinner, shower and sleep. (Repeat the next day.)

It was the same routine over and over again every day. Including dealing with her gossiping peers.

It wasn't much, really. She was just the best target to pick on since she was so averagely normal. She had Normal frizzy brown hair that reached past her shoulder, a normal slim body (build for a seventeen-year-old), normal brown eyes and an extremely normal face that people would forget the moment they looked away from you. She liked to wear baggy straight jeans and a simple white T-shirt with a peace symbol printed on it.

The only thing abnormal with her was that her IQ which was just a wee bit over the one hundred and eighty's.

She was a genius, yes. However, her personality just plain sucked. She was a hermit that rather stay at home and watch the clouds roll by rather than socialise with people.

So it seemingly balanced out.

She was normal, average, typical, run-of-the-mill, whatever you call ordinary people nowadays.

So why did people like to yap about her life?

Luce sighed as she buried her head into her palms. When did things change? Oh right, it changed when her parents 'mysteriously' disappeared seven years back.

Actual Meaning: they abandoned her.

It wasn't really that much of a surprise for the then ten-year-old. They always argued with her and never bothered taking care because they deemed her the 'freak'. It only saved the then ten-year-old from the constant bickering when they vanished.

The sole good memories that she had was mainly related to her aunt and uncle.

Her aunt and uncle were twins. Always wearing a bright smile, they made Luce feel warm inside. They joked around and acted like kids rather than their own age. Sometimes, she felt like she was the adult, reprimanding them for their childish antics. They were the complete opposites of her parents- they took life in by the stride and nearly never argued.

They were the suns of her life and they took her in when her parents disappeared. During those days, she smiled more often than any time of her life and even occasionally laughed.

That was before the accident took their lives.

She was fourteen when it happened. It was like someone sucked the life out and crushed the empty shell she called her body of her when the teacher broke the news to her. During their funeral she didn't shed a tear, not in public anyway. She didn't care if they called her a 'heartless child' but she couldn't shed her tears in front of those fakes. Once the crowd left though, she let the dam break.

She had never cried as much for someone else before.

The only reason she was still able to go to school was because they had left her an inheritance that paid for her education all the way until university.

In Luce's eyes, her true family was her aunt and uncle, not her 'Mom' and 'Dad'.

Luce snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the bell ring. Her eyes slowly opened and she once again yawned before giving her attention to the teacher, albeit in a rude teacher rolled her eyes before pinching her insanely sharp nose. "…That will be all for today class. I will be expecting your assignment tomorrow. Dismissed."

Collective groans and relieved sighs resounded throughout the classroom but Luce paid no heed to the class's response. She merely stuffed her books into her bag before she headed home.

Same old routine.

Luce gazed indifferently at the crosswalk in front of her, the cars whizzing by faster than the legal speed limit.

School ended normally like always. And, like always, she was heading home on the same familiar route that she used for the past seven years now.

Everything was normal.

Until she stumbled forward from being pushed behind.

Luce scowled and turned to see who the culprit was, only to do a double take. She saw a young boy rubbing his elbow which he grazed when he fell. Apparently when he did, he accidently pushed Luce.

The boy winced as he touched the scrape. The scowl disappeared from her face as Luce offered her hand to the boy.

The boy was hesitant at first, retracting his hand just before her grabbed hers. This was Most probably becauseof her awfully neutral facial expression. She was told before by her aunt that her neutral expression made her look like she was awhile, Suprisingly, he made up his mind and took a firm grip of her palm. Luce pulled the boy up and checked for any injuries. Luce nodded when she found none except for the graze on his elbow.

Luce then dug into her bag for a plaster, she face holding a frustrated expression until she felt it. She took out the plaster and motioned the boy over. The boy looked at her questioningly until she showed him the plaster.

Luce bent down until she was his height and stuck the plaster firmly on his elbow.

The boy blinked, then gave her a large grin. "Thanks Lady!" he chirped.

In response, Luce's mouth tweaked upwards and a small smile made its way onto her face.

She had a soft spot for children.

It was then that she noticed that the boy was carrying something.

It was a book.

"A Manga of One Piece."

Luce's mouth widened into a slightly larger smile.

This boy is a fan of One Piece huh? Luce thought absentmindedly. She knew the Manga well. Why? Because her aunt and uncle were huge fans of it.

When she was still living with them, they would get extremely giddy about the Manga. Sometimes even dragging her over to the computer to read the latest chapter with them. Back then, she constantly tried to get away from reading the damn thing by hiding somewhere in the house.

Unfortunately, they always found her wherever she hid, thus came several hours of reading the Manga and watching the anime.

After they died, it felt like she had to read the Manga, sort of in honour of her family.

Because of that, she has been up to date with the Manga and has currently read all six hundred and forty chapters of it.

" Lady? Are you okay? " The boy asked with a worried expression on his face.

Luce snapped out of her dumbstruck-state and smiled at the boy.

He was so innocent, so... carefree.

How she'd wish she could be like that.

She patted the boy on his head.

"I'm fine. Thanks for worrying about me." She said, genuinely meaning it.

The boy grinned before running off in the opposite direction of where she was going.

As she waved goodbye to the boy, the smile on her face slowly disappeared as the warm feeling she had had left with the boy. She sighed as she dropped her hand and made her way across the crosswalk as the red man turned green.

I wish I could be a kid again. Luce mused quietly.

Too bad she didn't see the car speeding way above the speed limit coming at her.

The car crashed into her and what she registered was unadultered pain before she saw black.

Luce woke up to the smell of alluring seawater and the feel of grainy sand underneath her fingertips.

Her body ached and her muscles screamed at her not to stand. Her head was pounding and her throat felt like it was burning.

Still, she forced herself into a sitting position. She slowly opened her eyes, wincing at the bright light coming into her eyes and used her hand to shade them. Her vision was blurry,so she rubbed her eyes using her free hand.

Slowly, her vision cleared and what she saw gave Luce the shock of her life.

She saw the ocean. The big blue puddle that we all call the sea.

She blinked disbelievingly, hands dropping to her sides, not caring whether the sunlight hit her face.

...What the hell? I'm pretty sure there are no oceans or seas near Lacanada. Luce marveled, staring at the ocean as she heard a seagull screech above her.

Luce slapped herself and started to think. Back up; let's go back to what I remember...

Going into a cross-legged position, she began to reflect.

Let's see... school... The old hag screaming at me again... yadi yadi yah...going back home... help the boy... car hitting into m-.

Luce froze. Her body started to shake.

Wait a sec...A freaking car hit me! Ouch. So then…

... Am I dead? Luce thought silently, the crashing of the waves and the seagulls' cries being the only other things she could hear.

She frowned, her forehead turning into a crease.

"If this is heaven, the place sure is blue." Luce commented to herself absent mindedly.

Luce sighed before stretching her hands out, and relaxing them ,dropping them behing her. She intended to use them as levarage. She stiffened though, when her hand landed on something soft.

Slowly, she turned around to see...

...

A plush bag.

Luce blinked incredulously.

It was a big fat baby chick plush bag. It was really round and fat, a small yellow tail was sticking out from its behind and it had big sparkly eyes. The orange beak complimented the round plush toy and it had an imaginary blush sewed onto it, its face facing upwards to the skies and not meeting her eyes. A thin but sturdy looking brown leather strap was attached to it.

A note was attached to the top of the plush bag.

She looked at it cautiously, before hesitantly taking the plush toy into her hands and took a peek at the note.

Dear Miss Luce,

Luce stared at the note incredulously. Are you serious? This... note is practically addressing me!

If you have received this note and the awesome chick bag along with it, it must mean that you have died in the living world.

Luce's face paled. So she really was dead and was some sort of wandering ghost now?

But please rest assured. You are dead there, but you are very much alive in this world.

Luce let out a sigh of relief. It felt better to know that she wasn't some sort of ghost and was still living, no matter how aloof she was.

Wait a minute.

This world? There ? What in the hell are you talking about?

She read on.

Right now, you must be confused. You see, when you were born, you had a special soul that did not belong in that world. So when you died in that world, you would be sent to this world to re-live your live so to speak.

This world however is a dangerous. But please be rest assured, we have prepared the necessary tools needed for you to survive.

Huh? She was extremely flustered now.

Please take a moment to look at your right wrist.

Luce slowly lifted her right wrist to her face and blinked in surprise.

She was wearing a bracelet. There was first a single silver loop that hung slightly lose around her wrist and on the loop there were seven smaller loops embedded onto the bracelet. On each mini loop was a diamond shaped flat structure that was about her palm's size and lastly, dangling from the loop, some runes that she had never seen before inscribed on it,.

After taking a good look at the bracelet, at the same time wondering how it got onto her wrist in the first place, Luce turned back to the note.

Now please note, this bracelet is a medium that you will use to channel your magic.

...what?

Luce stared at the note for awhile, before shrugging it off part of the new world.

Assuming that you are not freaking out, I will explain how to use it. First thing first though, we need another item from within the chick bag. This will serve as a demonstration on how to use the bag.

Please take the chick bag and open it's beak.

Luce re-read the instruction before putting the bag on her lap. Placing her hands on each side of the beak, she opened the bag.

A book flew out of the bag immediately and smacked into her face.

She didn't move until she peeled the book of her face and scowled at the bag. The chick's beak was now closed and simply stared back at her innocently.

Luce just sighed before turning over the book to see it's cover page.

It stated, " Magix for geniuses, Vol.1"

The "genius" rolled her eyes before turning back to the note.

Just to Note: The chick will randomly spit out the items that you need. It knows when you will needed and what you need it for. Take caution though as the items has a tendency to come flying out of the bag.

Luce's hand twitched in annoyance.

You can store other items inside the bag as it has an indefinite amount of space. Do not question how it is possible; just know that it took a lot of bargaining to get this bag. Also, when you store items in there, do not worry about not being able to take it out; the chick will know what you need. Other items have already been stored inside the bag, and what is inside... you will have to find out yourself.

Luce scoffed and rolled her eyes.

On to other matters: the book which the beak spitted out.

The book will be needed for you when learning to use magic. Several spells can be found in the book and the book itself will explain the procedures of how to use magic and all the other information needed.

Once you finish this volume, another volume will be ready for you to read.

That is the part on how to fight back in this world.

On to matters of food.

We have stored enough food for you to last a month inside the bag. Once that has run out, you must hunt for your own food inside the forests on the island you have landed. Note that you must go to the darker and more dangerous part of the island to get the food.

Lucegrimaced before turning around to see a forest. It was dark and gave off a dangerous vibe. Now that she looked at the island, it was shaped like a cresent moon, half of which was the beach while the other half was the forests. Behind her was a darker part of the forest, which was the middle, but on the extreme edges of the right and the left was the lighter and less dangerous parts of the forests.

The girl involuntarily shivered as she stared at the darker forest after she heard a screech from inside.

She turned back to the piece of paper.

Please do note that there are extremely vicious animals living inside the forest. So for the one month of food supplied to you,honeyour magic skill to a reasonable level so as to ensure that you do not get killed when venturing inside the forests.

A vein popped at the side of Luce's head. This thing is laughing at me.

That is all to what you would need to survive in this world. Please try to relax and have fun (in this brand new world). Another thingto take note of is that you must not try to escape from the island.

The island is surrounded by extremely strong currents that would push you back even if you try to swim out. A small boat too would be useless against those currents. So please await a rescue ship that will come in about three and a half years.

Luce stared in disbelief as she raised an eyebrow.

Please do not ask how we know, we just do.

Now please enjoy, relax and try not to get killed in this world.

Yours trully,

Your anonymous helper

P.s. Another note, please take a look of your face at the miniature lake on the right side of the safer forests.

Luce frowned before getting up, dusting the sand off her pants and slinging the bag on her shoulders before walking on. She reached to the right side of the less dangerous forest, and ventured in and indeed, she found a lake and a small open hut at the other side of the lake.

The brown haired girl crept over to the edge of the pond, taking her time. As she approached, she took a look at her reflection.

She froze at what she saw, her jaw coming slightly loose before she set it back in place. Her eyes started to twitch very rapidly as she brought up a hand to touch her face. She pinched her cheek as hard she could and when she registered pain, she knew she was not dreaming.

Why hadn't she realize it before? She noticed that her hands had gotten smaller but shrugged it off thinking that maybe she was hallucinating.

However, she could not deny the truth staring at her right in the face.

...

She saw the reflection of a three-year-old version of herself.

With her fingers twitching, she reverted to the note for an explanation.

As you can see, you have been reverted back to a weak and useless three-year-old. When we meant you were to re-live your life, we meant it. Don't worry, you didn't lose any of your life, in fact you gained another fourteen years. Yet another note is that you will still maintain your seventeen-year-old mind and will not age mentally untill you reach seventeen again. Then you will age mentally along with your body.

Oh, and one last thing, do take a look at your back later, you'll see something funny…

Isn't it fun for you to live your life again?

Have fun!

And printed at the bottom of the extremely long note was a picture of a smiley face with a thumbs up beside it.

Luce twitched and several veins simultaneously popped all over her body. She did the only thing she could do in her situation-

She ripped the paper into pieces.

It must suck to be Luce now. This is the re-written and edited first chapter! Kudos to my friend, she helped edit it! I hope you enjoy it! there may still be mistakes in here but please take it easy on us!

A note. Luce means light in latin. Prima Luce means Breaking dawn.