What? 
"Aaahh oh my Demigods!", I screamed so loudly that it was a surprise that the roof hadn't collapsed on me.

"Oh, my Sara! Did you hurt yourself!?" A woman in the lightest shade of blue hair looked at me with concerned eyes.
"H-huh? No, I mean.." My voice sounded an octave higher than I remembered. My hands went to my throat in disbelief. I looked down to find a child's nightgown, pink and fluffy on a slender body. A slender body that seemed to be mine.

I scanned my eyes around to see where I was.

The bedchamber/bedroom had walls painted in the darkest shades of blue with intricate patterns on the corners of it that made it look like some witch's den.
There was a big wardrobe made out of black wood, a mirror large enough to show the full body, and some other furniture here and there.

This made the room feel a little dark.

But the fact that I have seen a room similar to this in a portrait of my ancestor, Sara Tatiana, was making it more creepy.

"Oh it's good you are not hurt!", The woman chirped happily, her widened eyes constricting to maternal relief.

"What is the date today?", I asked her, covering the fact that I am nervous about my situation. 
"Oh it's XX / XX / 00XX !" 

I gasped out.

I felt disoriented. What was I doing here? Where was I? Why was I here?

"It is time for breakfast darling," the woman smiled from the threshold of the room, "We will be waiting for you downstairs."

No. I need to calm down and look around. That woman didn't have any ill intentions towards me. It was evident in her voice that she cares for me...But...I don't think I remember her.

I got a hand mirror from who-knows-where and checked my appearance. 

Words couldn't describe the beauty of the face that I was seeing now. The body didn't belong to me, That I was sure off. But this little girl had the same shade of white hair and blue eyes as me. But her face was different and it was a paler shade of my skin.

The only one who could be such a beauty would be my ancestor, Sara Tatiana...Even that woman called me Sara...

Then the realization hit me

'No way...This is the body of Sara Tatiana!' 

During breakfast, I got to see a pink-haired man, who claimed to be my father.

He carried around an aura of nobility, something all the people around the grand dining table seemed to keep in mind.

But all his commandments vanished when his gaze fell on him. Soon I realized that Sara's parents had treated her very sweetly, with love in their words and eyes.

These two are such loving parents! 

But sadly my mother and father are known as tyrants in the business and fashion industries, spending less time with their daughter.

I was sitting cross-legged on the bed, meditating how the hell I got inside of this puny 7-year-old body.

There are only 3 things that can explain this phenomenon: 1] Sara is dead and I transmigrated to her body [2] I am in a dream [3] Our souls got exchanged.

I took a lot of time to myself, spending it in silence as I wracked my brain about all we knew about Sara Tatiana. Though she was an old legend, she was a legend nonetheless. No one in the kingdom lived a day without talking of her. But now that that information was crucial, I realized that all the stories I used to hear were just myths or poetry.

There was a very less accountable history of Sara Tatiana.

Her appearance was that of winter, but her personality was that of a spring. She died at a young age because of unknown reasons. She was the second-best witch in our family.  Her parents died when she was 8 or 9 years old.

That's all I could remember.

And then suddenly, the door burst open.

"Sara? Darling?"

It was Sara’s mother. Shana Tatiana had such elegant beauty in her every move and word that I was often reminded that people in my time never talk like her anymore. Not even royals.

"Oh, my dear pretty Sara!” she fawned, “You look so pretty today too. As expected of my daughter." She air-kissed my cheeks, pulling them with an endearment.
Everyone loved complimenting Sara, I still hadn’t gotten used to it.

"Ah, dear baby! I bought this dress for you! Come on! Try it for mommy". 

If the real Sara was to be here, I wonder how she would act. I couldn’t act like Sara. I fell into this situation of mine that resembled a lucid dream, with nothing belonging to me except for my memories. My memories that had carved me into who I was.

So I decided to hold onto that part of myself and decided to go along with whatever Shana told me to do.

"Sara?" My thoughts were broken when Shana or Mom called me to check if I was listening to her or not.

"Mmm yes", I replied and Mom continued to ramble about the dresses, the accessories she brought from the boutique.  The ramble just went in from one ear and out of the other ear.

She is just like Cayena, Carissa’s sister. A pang of longing struck my heart at the thought of Carissa. My memory of her seemed to grow kinder, I missed her banter.

Shortly after that, Sara’s father asked for her presence. I had to go to his study room.

The great Marquis, Sara’s father, Keith Lisbonn, was a commendable man.

How could he not be, when he managed to walk the foot-twisting distance from the grand castle to his office.

I went into the study room only to find a person with pink hair and pink eyes, sitting on the chair.

Marquis asked, "So how are you?". That one sentence somehow sucked out all warmth from the room. The atmosphere was cold. Oh yes, Marquis was a tsundere since his and Shana's love story ranked as the 'Love of the Decade'.

"Fine", I answered, disregarding the atmosphere. 

"I see..” he says, taking a sip from his coffee. “So how are your studies?"

"Good." 

By the word studies, he meant controlling the estate and learning magic ... I learnt magic for the past 8 years in my original body, so it wasn’t as hard to do elementary magic. But what irked me was that none of Sara’s teachers were appalled by the control I showed with my knowledge. Apparently she was just as rigorously trained, and from an even younger age than mine.

If not for this sudden change of events, I might have been set to become the third person in my family to have a great amount of magic.

The system for counting magic was as simple as counting normal numbers, the higher the number — The higher the value is. The lower the number — the lower the value is.
Usually, magic is counted from 0m ( or 0 magic ) to 10m (or 10 magic) 0 being the lowest and 10 being the highest. My amount was 8.5m. Sara had a 9m to 7m fluctuation, due to her health problems and Tatiana had 10m.
 

I sighed. 

How did she have that amount of magic? 
After that, Sara’s father invited me for a cup of tea to check if my manners got better or not.