Story: A Touch of Color in the Grey
Book 1: Shading the black.
Date : November 25, 2021
Beta : Lucky's-Dice
Fandom: D Gray Man
Disclaimer : No, I do not own D Gray Man and I am not making any profit from this story.
Summary : After waking up in the 19th century, Ennaël takes the name Eve and becomes Tricia Kamelott's companion. She realizes the social difference of women at this time and begins to fear for the future, especially when Road, the twins, Allen, Tyki, The Earl, Lulubell and Skin Bolic arrive.
Following some ordeals (playing with Road, deadly sikness, murder, homeworks… the usual), Eve really seems to have integrated into the family dynamic... so much so that a few months later, she learns the same day that she has been adopted by Duke Campbell (the Earl) and that she is going to marry Tyki. Eve really wants to magically immolate herself. A yes because she discovered that she could do magic in the meantime. Meh.
And in the last chapter : Eve met a strange family at the circus and remembers who she really is.
And here is the last chapter before the epilogue: (part of) the life story of Eve!
Okay, this is a very different format from the chapters I usually do, I hope you enjoy it though!
Happy reading :D
I think it's high time I told you a story ...
At the end of the land administered by the Marquis Kamelott, a good hour from the Manor, was a small village of no great importance. Stuck in the middle of a forest itself, trapped between two rocky hills, it was quite rare for anyone to stop there without doing it on purpose. It must be said, the only thing that fed the locals were the few coal mines on the hillside. One would have thought that the miners would have been attracted in droves and that the village would have grown into a prosperous town and, in fact yes, that had been the case in the past. But now the mines were almost all dry and the little that was left was jealousy saved by its manager, Mr. Manley Ashwood.
Invested by the Marquis Kamelott with the right and duty to direct the proper functioning of the mines and the village, had made a fortune thanks to his keen business sense and his implacable rigidity. Authoritarian and perfectionist, the man had quickly built a series of shops selling various necessities in the surrounding villages, even going to open one in London. He was universally revered and feared for his relentless sense of justice and high expectations.
His sense of duty had, shortly after being appointed mayor, led him to take a wife in the person of Sophia Delware, the eldest daughter of one of his possible business partners. Sophia was discreet and not very talkative and brought with her a substantial dowry and prolific contracts. Thanks to this, Mr. Ashwood no longer had to worry about the mines running dry and could focus on building his empire. But obviously every good king must have an heir and Sophia soon gave him an eldest son, Johan. The cherub was similar to his father in every way, the same pale hair and hard gray eyes and that did not change as he grew older. Authoritarian and sure of his destiny, he soon entered as an apprentice to his father and Manley never thought of taking another heir. Even if the other children Sophia gave him weren't that bad.
The second, barely two years younger, Rosalie, was a model of virtue. Intelligent but composed, she knew how to skilfully redirect the conversation to get others to do what she wanted in all discretion. This didn't mean that she wasn't loving, on the contrary, she seemed to have infinite patience for her siblings. But, well, despite all her talents, she was born a woman and from her first breath, her father's only goal for her was an arranged marriage in order to obtain the title of nobility so desired.
Even the second boy, finally born after two miscarriages and five years younger than the eldest, had not been able to recover his father's graces. Constantly compared to Johan, the boy came to do the opposite of his father's wishes as soon as possible, realizing that he would never be able to make him proud. Fortunately, his sister Cécilia, two years his junior, had quickly become his companion in misery. Herself hardly considered by her parents as the fourth child, was not long in following in Andrew's footsteps, even if it meant becoming a troublemaker constantly in difficulty.
There remained the fifth child, Eleanore, a third daughter born almost four years after the last. It was a shy, hesitant thing that resembled her mother in the sense that she couldn't say a word for herself and her father because of her identical physique. It must be admitted that Sophia's death in childbirth when Eleanore was approaching four years had not helped matters. The infant had not even survived the mother's sacrifice and it was out of spite that Manley Ashwood had placed his youngest daughter in the care of the second while he taught the elder. So Rosalie had raised Eleanore with all the care she could, but it had not been enough. However, it was difficult to hold the young girl to account when she herself was still a child at the time. In the state, Rosalie had done the best she could in the midst of jealous and ignored siblings. At least Eleanore hadn't grown up without love, which was harder to say for Andrew and Cecilia.
However, Manley had to be given this good point, the children lacked nothing. Sure of his good fortune, Mr. Ashwood was quick to build a large house on the outskirts of the village and employed no less than four servants to take care of his family. Thus, the Ashwood siblings had grown up in this villa too large for the number of inhabitants, little kings of a forgotten kingdom.
Soon Johan was married to Eugenie by his father. Like Manley and Sophia's, it was not a marriage of love but rather of business. Fortunately, the newlyweds were accommodating enough to make things work and over the years they even became friends. They soon had a daughter, Aimy Ashwood, but then the miscarriages followed, much to Manley's dismay. He who hoped for a grandson to take care of his business did not know what to do. In desperation, he turned to his other children for the first time. Rosalie hadn't waited for her father, however, and had found a good match with Silas Darleston, a broke but loving little Lord. Manley was in heaven and he accepted the union of the two without delay. He did have the money after all, but he didn't have a title so that was fine for his business.
Andrew and Cecilia, however, although at first very happy to be the center of their father's attention, were soon stifled by their father's expectations. The two young adults had not realized the freedom they had previously. Cecilia, who had set her sights on Kyle, the son of the village tailor, soon found herself promised to a business partner of her father without her input. Andrew, meanwhile, could no longer mess with this or that woman without Manley publicly rebuffing him and dragging him to lessons, trying to teach him in a few months what his brother had taken years to master.
This is where the family situation was when the tragedy struck.
Returning for a family reunion, Manley, the five Ashwood children along with their spouses and little Aimy were at the big house on the afternoon of December 25th, 1884. They had spent the last few days together and the tension was high. Manley and Andrew had already quarreled three times, Cecilia vocalized her discontent as loud as possible and Johan remained unmoved, baffled at no longer being his father's first choice. In the heavy atmosphere, young Eleanore, for the moment sheltered from her father's machinations, made herself as small as possible, playing with Aimy to stay away from the others. Unfortunately for her, Rosalie had no intention of letting her go and spent, as usual, her stay as a mediator, soothing her father, reassuring Johan and disciplining the younger ones. Despite her busy schedule, she still found a way to spend time with Eleanore. Like now, for example, where the two girls were sitting at the piano playing a duet that they had too often worked on when they were younger.
"You've improved even more since last time! You really have a gift for the piano, Eleanore." Rosalie smiled after pressing the last key as Aimy clapped her chubby little hands beside them. Eleanore immediately blushed at the compliment, thanking her older sister shyly while assuring her that she was even more talented. Eleanore had diligently practiced the piano every day from a young age. This was not the case with Rosalie who had given up a few years before and yet still followed her well. But the oldest did not agree. "If only! You've passed me a long time ago, but that big belly sure isn't helping matters." Rosalie smiled, caressing her round belly with the tips of her fingers. She was expecting a child with Silas and was almost eight months old. Her husband hadn't wanted her to come visit the family in her condition but Rosalie hadn't wanted to hear anything and Silas had to abdicate. No one stood in the way of the oldest Ashwood, not even their father ...
And especially not Cecilia… thought Eleanore morosely when her second big sister entered the room with a bored look. "Fortunately she's good at the piano, that's her only quality." She scoffed and Rosalie stood up to scold the younger. Unfortunately for Eleanore, this is the moment that Amy's mother, Eugenie, chooses to call Rosalie and Eleanore soon found herself alone with Cecilia and little Aimy. Lowering her head, expecting another hurtful remark, Eleanore grabbed Aimy in her arms to keep the toddler from bothering her aunt and provoking her fury.
"I was too tough, you are also good at taking care of children." Cécilia said suddenly but Eleanore did not even raise her head: it was too good to be true. "That's good news, even if you're too ugly to find a husband, you can at least be a little Lord's housekeeper." Her sister mocked and silence lingered between them. Eleanore knew what Cecilia wanted, she wanted Eleanore to answer her so that she could let off more steam but the young girl did not give her satisfaction and soon Cecilia left with one last disgusted look.
Eleanore smiles sadly. It was a small victory for her, wasn't it? My god she was pathetic… she couldn't even stop her sister from stepping on her… Cecilia was right… Sighing, Eleanore jumped when Aimy's little hand patted her cheek with a little "Aunt Anore?" curious. Looking down at the toddler in her arms, the young girl smiled more real before tickling Aimy instantly causing a bubble of laughter from the baby to explode. It warmed Eleanore's heart. Pushing her troubles aside, Eleanore took advantage of her niece for a few more hours before walking sadly with her to the hall when four o'clock struck. As she expected, everyone was already busy in the hall, preparing the departure of the elder with effective and quick gestures.
Manley Ashwood could not tolerate tardiness.
He didn't tolerate the outpouring of emotions either. Handing Aimy over to her mother, Eleanore discreetly placed a last kiss on the girl's blond head before quickly saying her farewell to Eugenie. Johan was too busy exchanging his last words with Manley so Eleanore didn't interrupt, backing quickly to the back near the servants where Lucille, their young handyman, gave her a quick smile. Manley was once again telling Johan to recalculate the start of year taxes for the Kamelots as if he hadn't already told him every day since he had been here.
Finally, the head of the house let them go and Johan, Eugenie and Aimy disappeared in a cab bound for London. Eleanore looked at the car until it turned to the end of the driveway, disappearing with a hint of jealousy. She too would have liked to go to London ... Sighing, she turned to the rest of her family, hearing Cecilia ask why Rosalie had not returned with Johan to join her husband Silas, who remained in the capital.
"I'm going home next week, don't tell me you've had enough of m…" Rosalie teased before being suddenly interrupted by a sinister snap.
Startled, Eleanore whirled around to see Andrew, a hand pressed to his cheek, staring at their father with a dark gaze. "I won't put up with your attitude any longer! My son won't be a good-for-nothing." Manley growled before opening his mouth again to let a flood of reproach escape. Eleanore didn't even hesitate for a second and stealthily followed the servants to the kitchen. Rosalie was going to take care of it, intervening would only make matters worse, Eleanore thought nervously.
"What a story! Did he really make Jeannette pregnant?" Lucille whispered to him as soon as she passed the kitchen doors and Eleanore replied that she didn't really know what had happened. Cecilia would surely know, but Andrew never confided in the youngest. In the distance, the echo of howls still echoed.
"Lucille, stop talking nonsense and peel those vegetables." Randolphe, the head cook of the house and Lucille's father, replied immediately. He, his wife, his daughter and a handyman were the servants of the Ashwoods. They had been there for as long as Eleanore could remember and many times Eleanore thought that her friendship with Lucille was the only thing that had made her put up with Rosalie leaving. "Miss Eleanore, you shouldn't be here…" the man sighed but there was little force in his voice. Eleanore had been sneaking into the kitchens to see Lucille for years and her father had long given up on making them respect the conveniences. The man was so nice and he loved his family for sure. Eleanore had often dreamed of being part of their family, that Lucille was her sister instead of Cecilia, but she often came back to reality afterwards. She could not have played the piano if she had been a servant and at least a bright future awaited her even if she had no present.
"Speaking of silliness, Kyle found an apprenticeship in the next village. Miss Cecilia is going to be green with rage!" Lucille chirped, peeling her onions. Eleanore bit her lip, a nervous habit that Rosalie had tried everything to remove, to no avail. Kyle, as heir to his father's business, was not a bad match. And his pretty face had certainly made Eleanore drool more than once… Kyle was kind and caring and strong and… blushing, Eleanore hastened to put one of Randolphe's dry cakes in her mouth to change her ideas. Even if Cecilia did not finally marry Kyle, she would never forgive her if Eleanore ended up with him… Anyway, there was little chance that Eleanore could marry him. Her father having succeeded in marrying Rosalie to a little Noble and being well on the way to doing the same with Cecilia, if he could, he would do the same with Eleanore.
It wouldn't be so bad, thought the young girl, Rosalie was happy with Silas and even if Cecilia's companion was a bit old, nothing indicated that it would be the same for Eleanore. And then, if she were married outside the village, she could finally go to London, even to the balls Rosalie often spoke about!
Sighing with envy, Eleanore waited patiently for Lucille to finish peeling the onions, placing a word or two as the young maid caught her breath. Soon she was done and Eleanore followed her into the laundry room to hang up the sheets Lucille's mother had cleaned. Eleanore liked to spread the sheets, she always felt like she was creating a labyrinth of white where she could hide. Besides, it was the only chore Randolph didn't forbid her to do. Maybe it was because it was much faster to do it together than to let poor Lucille try to hang up the big sheets on her own. Anyway, if Eleanore helped her friend then they had more time to do whatever they wanted together afterwards.
"Do you think Kyle will come back to the village after his apprenticeship?" Lucille suddenly asked as they hung up one of the last sheets. Freezing for a second, Eleanore muttered that it was possible before continuing to spread the sheets silently. Of course Eleanore was going to marry a handsome rich nobleman, but Kyle… Biting her lip, the young girl tried to calm down, a little ashamed. She shouldn't be jealous of Lucille, Kyle was a little too good for her situation anyway, they were unlikely to end up together. Shaking her head, Eleanore whispered a quick apology to Lucille and planted her there before heading downstairs. But even at the bottom of the stairs, she could still hear Manley's screams and preferred to exit through the back door. She didn't want to provoke her father.
It was cold outside and snow covered the ground. Hesitantly, she grabbed Lucille's worn coat from the doorway and ended up heading for the forest next to the house. Blowing in the icy air, she naturally took the direction of the cabin she had built with Randolphe when she was little. It was a rickety thing now, and one of the walls had fallen again last year, but it was enough to shelter from the snow. Eleanore didn't want to come home to face her angry father or her high-expectations sister or her loving friend. She stayed there for an hour and it was only when the sun started to go down on the horizon that Eleanore thought of going back. They would eat soon and better not to be noticed by being late. Getting up with a shudder, Eleanore walked laboriously towards the mansion, knowing she had to hurry but really didn't want to go.
"Miss Eleanore?" Suddenly a gruff voice pierced the trees and Randolphe appeared at the bend of a grove. "Ha, I was just thinking you would be there. Miss Rosalie wanted to come get you but with the baby… I came in her place." The old servant smiled kindly. Thanking him weakly, a little disappointed that he had come to get her so quickly, she followed him through the forest, stumbling over the big roots hidden by the snow. Morose, Eleanore was wondering how she was going to be able to apologize to Rosalie when Randolphe stopped dead, causing her to stumble behind his back. "Miss Eleanore, stay there." He said before rushing off, leaving the girl alone.
At first Eleanore didn't understand what the problem was but soon she realized that the orange light was not due to the sun that had already set but rather… to a fire. A fire, visible above the trees, approximately where the village was. Breathless, Eleanore wondered for a second if she should follow the order but… Rosalie… Lucille… Worried, she started to run, panting in fear as she seemed to stumble over every root of the forest. Randolph had long since disappeared but she knew the way by heart and they weren't far from the big house anyway. Finally, the trees began to grow thinner and the light stronger. The ground had turned to slush, the snow having melted in the radiating heat. Horrified, Eleanore froze at the edge of the trees, eyestrainedly gazing at the burning house. How? 'Or' What? How had it happened so quickly?! It was not possible, a house could not catch fire so quickly and, oh my god! The rest of the village was on fire too! Taking a few hesitant steps outside the edge of the forest, she soon noticed the people struggling to put out the fire near the mansion and the cries of terror from further inside the village.
"Eleanore!" Suddenly Rosalie cried and the big sister came crashing into the arms of the youngest. "My god, where were you? I was so scared! Let's go join Cecilia, Father and Andrew went to help put out the fire on the other side of the mansion." she mumbled nervously, her hand wrapping around Eleanore's arm in an iron grip. Beginning to walk along the large burning house, the two Ashwoods soon saw their sister as well as Lucille and her mother, huddled near the gate leading to the village. "Ceci…!" Rosalie began to scream with relief before stopping dead.
A translucent liana had just pierced their sister's heart.
Before their wide eyes, the younger girl's body exploded into a thousand fireflies before vanishing forever.
"What… Cecilia…?" Rosalie whispered in a shaky voice, her fingers digging into Eleanore's arm. In the distance, Lucille opened her mouth and a scream covered the sound of the flames. It was only then that Eleanore noticed that the screams coming from the village were gone. "Father!" cried the elder and, indeed, Manley, Andrew and Lucille's father, buckets still in hand, had just appeared around the corner, no doubt attracted by the screams. Panting, Eleanore let her gaze drop from Lucille to focus on the village, looking for any sign of life and she saw… she saw… a shapeless thing, a grotesque black shadow moving without even touching the ground. It was slow but all around its large, restless tentacles were advancing in all directions as if possessed by the devil.
It was a monster.
And it was coming towards them.
Suddenly, the thing froze… and as quickly as it had happened, its tentacles cut through the air, sinking into the chest of Lucille and her mother, causing them to disappear in turn.
"Eleanore!" Rosalie suddenly whispered before pulling her little sister's arm, leading her as fast as she could towards the forest. "But what about father? And Andrew?" Eleanore asked her sister but the older one didn't listen, running through the snow with one goal in mind: trees.
As the two sisters passed the first logs, Eleanore turned her head to see Manley disappear in turn, Andrew crawling on the ground towards them. Their eyes met and… Rosalie pulled her hand out again, the forest surrounding them on all sides, hiding the monster and their brother from them.
This time completely terrified, Eleanore began to run beside her sister, taking the lead to guide her through the forest to her cabin. Rosalie had never been the type to go outside, it was Eleanore who was always crawling through the forest, ruining her dresses and being argued by her sister. Now, however, those old rides served her well, and they dodged the big hollows and bumps, speeding through the trees. But… Rosalie was pregnant. "Ele… anore." The older one gasped, one hand on her stomach, one shoulder against a tree to lean on. "I can't anymore… you have to…!" The youngest shook her head, she was too afraid to be alone… her best friend, her father, her brother, her sister… It was a normal day, her father and Andrew had quarreled as usual. Cecilia had laughed at her as usual. Manley hadn't paid her any attention… as usual. And then suddenly! In an instant!
They had disappeared.
What if Rosalie left too? What if Eleanore herself…? No, she didn't want to! Not now! Slipping her older sister's hand around her shoulders, Eleanore wrapped her arm around her waist and pulled them forward. One foot after the other, her breath short of carrying these two lives in addition to her own. Her ankles sank into the snow, the branches ran over her face: she moved forward all the same. She was not very brave, nor heroic. She just wanted… not to be alone.
And it was this fear that guided her steps as she stumbled, exhausted, in the small clearing not far from her childhood hut. She… she couldn't go on like this anymore. What to do? The decision was made for her, suddenly a shrill noise sounded and she turned her head to see a sort of huge black-purpulish orb engulfing the whole village. What…? An explosion. Stunned by the breath, the two women crashed to the ground, a veritable hell on earth lashing out behind them.
"Eleanore!" Rosalie shouted in a strangled voice, immediately kneeling to check that her sister was okay. The youngest, disoriented by the fall, took a little longer to get up. "Voices…?" Suddenly whispered the elder and Eleanore strained her ears. Indeed, as an unreal silence had developed, even the sound of the flames and the birds having been muffled by the explosion, erased voices could be heard not far away. Was it the monster? The elder took Eleanore's arm again to pull her further into the forest. They had to get away, quickly! Even if it was other survivors, drawing attention to themselves or them was not a good idea ...
They were about to pass the hut, when a whistle made them turn their heads and the two women saw, speechless, a man crashing into a nearby tree. Under the force of the shock, the tree he had struck crashed to the ground with a horrible noise and Eleanore clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. It was even harder to resist when the man started to stand up with a groan. How was he still alive?! It… it wasn't normal. Was he a monster too? Paralyzed, Rosalie had to pull her sister's hand again for the two girls to kick in, slowly moving away as the man stood up.
"What…?" He said suddenly before fixing his gaze on the girls, rubbing his head. "Ho, there are still survivors… No luck, it would have been better for you that you died with the others." He said casually, as if he didn't care at all before getting up and rubbing his costume. to remove snow. "Sorry, Lady, but don't worry, it will be quick." He added before removing his glove and walking towards them.
But before he could reach them or the girls could react, for that matter, an inhuman scream rang out as crackling noises echoed closer and closer. The man cursed and crouched down in the direction of the sounds, paying no attention to the Ashwoods at all. Suddenly, the monster rushed into the small clearing and the man immediately jumped on it as if to hold it back. The thing was even more misshapen if it was possible and with a blow of the tentacle the man was again sent up into a tree. Eleanore sighed in relief… until she realized that if there were no more obstacles between them, then…
The monster, in its delirium, must have noticed it too because it screamed again before sending its tentacles at the girls. "Eleanore!" Rosalie yelled trying to throw herself in front of her sister but the younger had the same idea and the two girls bumped into each other, narrowly avoiding the tentacle.
Well almost.
They hadn't even touched the ground, rolling under the treehouse, which Eleanore was screaming. The tentacle had grazed behind her left ear and she had the impression that her skin was peeling off, that her head was boiling like a pot, that her eyeballs were getting too big for her skull that… that…
"Eleanore! Oh my god, answer me, Eleanore!"
Eleanore? Yes… yes… that was his… her name… right? But… was it not also JosIanELamHuTsukikoTheoDoreEnnAelBAstIanAlexAndraTrisTaNAJinNorberTFuxiaAmaLdoUpersePhoneLiAnnAbElLauriAmKoShuPhanBalDirHhgyuhUYGUGUjHVBGfYuhUYGUGUjVBGf
"ELEANORE!" Her sister yelled and… (TatTinaFilfrUgheOkrA…) Eleanore opened her eyes, trying to focus on the quivering shape above her. It was her sister… (Magla? Nyaguhen? Alice? Lorie?) Rosalie and her… and she…
Was crying?
Red drops were falling all over her, Rosalie had her eyes wide open and her mouth gaping but… A hand was coming out of her stomach. The hand pulled back and with a muffled cry and an involuntary start, Rosalie fell back with a wet thud on her sister. "Damn, the baby is already dead… too bad." Suddenly a man's voice said and Eleanore turned her head just in time to see a barely discernible figure for her tired eyes to drop a bloody sac of flesh. Out of sight, what might have been her nephew crashed into the snow with a noise too soft for what it meant. "Sorry Lady, I promised it would be quick but my Prince is not in good shape, as you can see…" The man drawled before stepping forward to crouch down next to Rosalie who was still moaning. He put a hand on her neck and with a sharp crackle twisted it. "Bye, bye, Lady"
Rosalie was no longer moving.
She didn't want to be alone. Eleanore didn't want to be alone. But Lucille, Randolphe, Rosalie… they were no longer there. What if they weren't there anymore? So Eleanore didn't need to be there either. Fortunately, or perhaps rather unfortunately, with what had happened earlier, it wasn't the memories of other lives that could take its place that were missing.
Eyes on her sister's glassy one, Eleanore screamed as she passed out deep inside. Abandoning her previous efforts to stay above the screaming mass that had taken possession of her head, she was immediately engulfed by the amount of memories. "Damn, were you still alive?" The man muttered as he approached. "Hey, hey, shh, you're going to attract the Prince, Road must have already had a hard time holding him back" he added, taking her chin to direct her face towards him as the girl continued her cry without stopping.
And then there was no more sound.
From this close, she could finally see his face and her eyes fixed on the stigmata on the man's forehead. Deep inside her, mired in the masses of lives that had awakened from contact with the monster, one in particular suddenly seemed to resonate louder than the others. This life recognized the scars and a sense of urgency suddenly pierced the chaos of voices. She (they?) Had to run away! And Ennael was the only life that knew why. Then, as if the other memories had joined together, the voices calmed down and Ennael was propelled into the controls of the body. With a shocked gasp, Ennael stared at the golden orbs above her, her mind too confused to understand where she was. Wasn't she in the hospital? What was she doing in the forest…? But… even in her unconscious state, a sense of urgency still gripped her guts and she began to crawl back, barely paying attention to the bloodied body of a woman slipping to the ground, too busy avoiding the gray hand that sank to the ground. Was approaching her heart. This man was…!
"TYKI!" Suddenly a young voice shouted and the man swore before hurriedly jumping away from Ennael. Less than a second later, a tentacle lashed the air above the young girl who immediately dropped to the ground, terrified.
Suddenly a monstrous cry rang out and Ennael froze, her heart beating a mile an hour. Paralyzed on the ground, not daring to move a muscle, she pressed her eyelids together as the world around her lit up with flashes. With a loose brain, she struggled to understand whether footsteps or explosions were coming towards her or moving away and she was too scared to be sure.
Seconds, minutes or hours, Ennael couldn't tell how long she stood shaking on the frozen earth without daring to make a gesture, hearing sounds of fighting in the distance and praying that Tyki Mikk had forgotten her. She couldn't even get up anymore, exhaustion and the cold had overtaken her and just bending her fingers seemed like a superhuman effort. Well, it's not as if she had control to even think about getting up… In the state she was in, her brain wouldn't even have been able to discern right from left, let alone give the order to her legs to flee for her life. It needed to sort through its millions of billions of memories, figure out what to keep and throw away so that the body was fit to function again. So it took what was closest and buried the rest deep.
The next day, when Ennael woke up at Mother Dolores's house, panicking as she wondered how she had ended up in the 19th century, she couldn't even remember ever having been Eleanore Ashwood.
Or at least… not for two and a half more years.
Beta Note: Hi the silent beta here :P What do you guys think of this story and this chapter in particular? I did not saw that coming to be honest. One more chapter to go, are you guys hiped? I AM. Anyways thanks for reading, following, favoriting and reviewing see you the day after Christmas EVEnnalore (coincidence? i think not XD)
ps: Evennalore sounds like an evolution of Eevee or am i the only one there?
Author Note: Without lying, who had guessed this story of past lives? : p Isn't it a little more realistic (if we can speak of realism in this situation ...) that it is the vision of Tyki which brought to the surface a life which knew DGM among thousands of lives that Eleanore's soul had lived before, right? : 3
Well, you can imagine, but it's going to be hot potato for Ev ... Eleano..Ennael? Evennalore! from now on... Who is ready for the epilogue? : D In the meantime, you can have fun reading the previous 49 chapters again and counting how many times I said that Eve didn't remember having her hair so light or her ears pierced or her nails this long...
Thank you for the reviews and see you next 25th foooor… THE LAST CHAPTER! :3 Nice end of year gift, right? :p