Avril’s dizziness had yet not settled. Opening her eyes, everything was so clear that she couldn't help but close it again. Behind her something was hard and cold. She tried to sit up but soon a vertigo nailed her to the ground. Her breath trembled. She couldn’t remember what happened before. She once again tried to open her eyes and could finally see around her. She was on a road, or seemed like it. Some tiny little stones hurt her back. The sky was blue and the sun was higher up. A nice breeze sobered her up a little. Her arms were by her sides and they weighed so much that she couldn't lift them for the time being. A tiredness caught up to her and she closed her eyes once again. Soon a pressing voice rang. Avril listened a bit and heard some hurried footsteps.

  “Orane?” was said.

  But she was so tired she couldn’t even part her lips to figure out what was happening.

  “Orane? Can you hear me?” a melodious voice tentatively asked.

  Avril grunted in response.

  “Please help me! Orane is not feeling good.”

  Some more footsteps arrived. She could hear the clack of some heels and soon some hands touched her. She jerked her eyes open. Three to four women were trying to sit her up. Her head hung low and she breathed aloud. After sitting her up someone gently tapped her face.

  “Orane can you hear me?”

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  When Avril turned her head to follow this voice she choked. The face that appeared before her was fair and gentle. Her eyes were hazel and with the sun we could distinguish some yellow in it. These eyes, she knew them like the back of her hand. She had watched them numerous times before, she loved them so deeply. Right now these eyes showed some concern for her and Avril’s heart missed a beat.

  “Emerie?” she mumbled.

  This name left a bittersweet taste in her mouth. She struggled out of the others women's hands and caught “Emerie”’s face with both of hers. She clinged to it desperately, hardly breathing.

  “Emerie, is that really you?” some tears built up in her eyes and she seemed so desperate that Emerie was stuck.

  “Yes, it’s me. Orane are you okay?”

  Emerie’s voice sounded like a lullaby to Avril’s ears, that for a moment she didn’t hear the name that was spoken. When she caught up to it she opened her eyes wide.

  “Orane?”

  Who was Orane? It certainly wasn’t her.. She pondered a moment before being completely in a chokehold. She was not Orane. Why does Emerie seem to insist on it?

  “Transmigrator number 814276, welcome to your first world. Be prepared, I’m going to introduce you to your environment. Please listen carefully. Your name is Orane. You are one of the servants of the duchess of Wilsburry. Madam is very weak and does not have patience for impetuous characters. You just arrived yesterday and are not yet familiar with your responsibility. Fortunately the other servants are comprehensive enough. You have fifteen days to clear up this story. You have to find shelter for you and the other servants somewhere where peace is the law. Do not go out of character or you will bear the consequences. Mind what you hear and say. Be careful not to anger the duchess of Wilsburry. Have a nice stay!”

  What?