“I have five children: Limunsudan, Adarna, Dragona, Lupine, and Ningning. My first born, Limunsudan, was created from the tears I shed when you died and the blood I spilled when I tried to follow you to the afterlife. Adarna was created when I breathed calmly for the first time the moment I accepted my fate. Their fast and light forms caused the surroundings to freeze whenever they played so I pulled strands of my hair and created fire. Dragona was born from the flicker of that very fire. She was born weak and couldn't play with her elder siblings so I created Lupine, a child who loved staying in one place, to accommodate her. With four energitic children playing without stopping, I got tired and exhausted from taking care of them so I created my last child, Ningning. With her help, night was created. I finally got time for myself so I started creating the world you once imagined as a child. But I wasn't successful; this place feeds from my very core and that world is too much for me to handle. I sent my children out and commanded them to build it for me instead, it took them centuries to create Imaginan. I called them back here to accompany me once again after that.”

“You already created the world you wanted. You're already a god, someone who controls everything in this world. Shouldn't you be satisfied already? Why drag me here too?“ I saw her pained expression once again. Afraid that she would become hysterical again, I conceded. “Fine. I won't say anything anymore. But I want you to promise me one thing. You'll be at my disposal. I created you; without me, you won't be able to achieve what you have now so you technically owe everything to me.”

“I understand. I know. I know. I'll do everything you want me to do, I'll always be at your disposal.” She bobbed her head enthusiastically.

“But.” I cut her. “You are not allowed to meddle with my affairs unless I tell you to. Don't do anything you think will help me or will make me happy without consulting me.”

“No surprises, I got it. I promise you, I won't let you down this time.”

Her enthusiasm was getting on my nerves so I took a deep breath before asking her which body I’m inhabiting now.

“A princess. The only daughter of King Adrian Benedictus Gracia y Lazuli of Cerulean Kingdom. Your kingdom is the most blessed land among the blessed lands in the continent of Doroveya because the Holy Portal is located there. You are the daughter of one of the king's wives, Concubine Luna. But don't worry, your life will be easier since she'll most likely be granted the title of Consort because she gave birth to a royal child.”

“No arranged marriages, I don't want to have a marriage set before birth or anything like that crap.”

She nodded.

“No prophecy or anything that will attract attention to me.”

“Eeeh!” She slouched, hands placed on her face looking like someone busted her out.

“What is it this time?!”

“I kinda made your birth... something?”

“What did you do?“

“Just Janome birds crying and flying through the sky. Neverendin flowers that never bloomed suddenly blooms aaaand continues rain throughout your mother's pregnancy... something like that.”

“What?! Why did you do that?!”

“Because! That was when I thought you wanted to be here! I didn't know that you thought otherwise.”

I slapped my forehead. “Fine. What else did you do?” I irritatingly asked. ‘Oh, I swear to god this woman-thing-or-whatever is gonna be the death of me. And that came from an already dead person, so take that.’

“Nothing? Nothing. I swear.”  She shook her head, her eyes popped innocently.

I rolled my eyes and sighed for the nth time. “No more. Stop whatever you're thinking. I plan to live my own life. With the way you announced my birth, responsibilities and expectations were already put on my shoulders so enough already. Let me live in peace.”

She showed all her teeth as her mouth formed an 'e'. “Just one little thing... you see... you are a princess, the only princess at that, being born into royalty is already a hassle but then I did what I did so it became more hassle. But then... I kinda did something. You see, I wanted everyone to celebrate your birth so I made it a little... special.”

“Please not a prophecy. Please not a prophecy.” I chanted silently.

“Not a prophecy per se... but a curse.”

“You put a curse on me?!“

“No, no. On the people, I did, yes.”

“Oh, dear god, no.”

After a while of observing me and contemplating whether to continue or not, she quietly said: “I cursed the whole Cerulean nobility, and of course that includes the royalty, to not bear a daughter and that happened like decades ago...”

I understood quickly what she was trying to say. “Oh, you did not.”

“I kinda did.”

I had enough. “Send me back. Now.”

“But I'm not finished yet-”

“I don't care, whatever it is, just stop. I don't want to hear anything from you. Send me back and don't do anything for me. I'll kill myself if you do crap again. I’ll call you when I need you.”