Pocket watches are symbolic for many things, but at that moment I knew that the only thing that would make sense was time. I was 22 years old, and now I'm 12. That means that I must have rewinded time. 

Thus the conclusion, I have the power to bring myself back in time. 

"Ellie?" my father spoke out my name in disbelief. Looking at the watch, then at me, the aftermath glow on my fingertips slowly disappearing. Normally, people in my family unlocked their powers at a young age, around 5 to 6. My brother, prodigy that he was, awoke his power at the tender age of 3. Meanwhile, I was the only person in history to either not possess a power or to never awaken it. 

History has changed. The powerless little miss of the Kingsman family is now in possession of probably one of the most powerful powers in the history of blessings.

After my awakening, my father allowed me to keep the pocket watch. It was linked to me more now that I had unlocked my power with it, and told me that traditions were meant to be broken anyway. He kept on trying to guess what my power was, and I entertained his ideas all while keeping its true nature to myself.

I can't let anyone know about it. Not even my father. The power to change the past is also a power to change the future. The Emperor would want his hands on it for sure. Good thing he seemed uninterested in me. Women normally recieve passive blessings, such as perhaps an increase in concentration or simple creation abilities while the men possess the talents that are deemed valuable in the eyes of society.

As years passed by, I soon discovered that the pocket watch that I had linked to on the day of my awakening tied directly to my power. I could rewind a few days at a time without using it, but when I had an object to help visualise it, I could go back weeks, even months. 

I tried to avoid using it as much as I could. After all, if I accidently went back in time to before I was born, I'd cease to exist, since my body changes when I go back in time. I didn't know if I could go into the future, but it was much too dangerous to even try to go. 

There were too many dangers. After all, what if in an hour, I died suddenly from a heart disease or I suffered a stroke or choked on a piece of food? I'd die and that would be that. I'm not willing to take that risk.

During these years, I slowly noticed how my brother's mental state was deteriorating. My father's suppressive powers didn't cure the cursed side of his powers, they only slowed it down. He tried not to show it, but I knew that he was exhausted.

Finally, my 18th birthday arrived and I knew that in two weeks, my father was goig to depart for a business venture and never come back. I managed to prevent him from going, miraculously falling ill at just the right time. However, to my dismay, his body was discovered early in the morning. His cause of death? Heart attack.

Another rule about my powers. If they are destined to die, they must die.

I watched as my father was buried for the second time, and I knew myself that Lachlan would only get worse. Eventually, once any shred of him disappeared, I'd die at his hand again. I can't let that happen. No matter what, I must live. Thus, I devised a plan.

The only way that I couldn't be a threat to Lachlan anymore would be to marry. If I married a man of wealth and power with a title, I'd automatically become either a Baroness or even a Countess. I'd no longer be in the running for the title, and Lachlan wouldn't have to see me every day. I know that he is growing more and more bitter by the day because of the pocket watch, yet he's trying his best to not let those emotions overpower him.

I need to marry a man that is preferably around my age, who has influence, power and money that overpowers even the Kingsman family. And there is only one man in this entire country that fits that criteria... and I knew exactly when I'll meet him.

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