My whole body ached I didn't feel or see any light even as I thought I opened my eyes, all I saw was darkness.

 I wonder if this is what hell looked like, but I spent enough time in the dark to know that something wasn't right. 

I tried moving but there were something heavy dragging my legs down. I felt whatever was burdening me and knew for a fact that they were shackles.

 Something about my body felt weird and I had a feeling that hell wouldn't be this nice to lay a blanket on the floor knowing how many people I killed.

 I smirked at the thought of it.

 I adjusted my eyes again and saw that I was surrounded by stones. Then I felt a small warm breeze coming through somewhere. I searched and moved away the thin cloth that was blocking the too big to be a crack but to small to be a window, there were rust bars blocking the entrance of the breeze. The light coming through the wall brightened the place up a bit.

 I looked at my surroundings again and took in all the details. Other than the thin blanket on the floor, there was a bucket at the corner, and a rusty small sink with a broken mirror hanging on top.

 As I was about to walk towards the mirror, flashes of scenes flooded my head making me stumble back.

I focused on the mirror and saw that the person reflecting back was not me.

 My hair was not the raven black that blended with the dark, instead it was an ashy brown color that was tangled all over.

 My eyes were not the dark blue eyes that made people think they were almost black, instead they were a dead color of blue and gray.

 My face was almost like an skeleton, I'm surprised that there was even a visible hint of purple under my eyes, but my body was far to skinny and it was covered in scars, bruises, and dried blood. 

From what I gathered through the scenes I saw. I've been reincarnated into the world of mortals and faes. I am the youngest out of four step siblings and the daughter of King Astlin and Queen Bethany, but the queen died giving birth to me. 

The king blamed me for killing his queen, but he later married another who is now Queen Marclin.

 She has four children named Damin, the oldest son, Ford, the youngest son, Amelia, the oldest daughter, and Kailan, the youngest daughter.

 They have been torturing me since I was old enough to understand who I was. My father the king didn't care what happened to me as long as the outside doesn't know.

 My step mother the queen would whip me every so often because I wasn't her child. While my step siblings torment me whenever they were bored or they wanted to try something interesting on me, I was a toy to them.

 The servants in this house treat me like an contagious animal and they look at me with disgust. 

We are known as the royal mortal kingdom while the higher ups is the fae kingdom they wield deadly magic that nobody can compare to.

Now that I knew the basics of where I lived and who I was I smirked to myself in the mirror.

 "First I need to get my body in proper shape so I can train" I said to no one in particular.

 I need to get these dreadful shackles off me it's weighing me down. I took a deep breath and ripped the shackles apart.

 It was harder to do because this body was too weak.

 I needed food, I needed to find weapons for my safety, and I needed to get out of this place and show others that I'm not the same weakling that would cry and scream when being tortured and would kneel whenever told to.

From now on I'll never beg or kneel to anyone every again, I promised myself. I smiled, an evil one, to myself.