Chaos Book 1: Eboni

So I died. The man that I loved killed me over my sister. It was a misunderstanding really. My sister, blessed her heart, thought that it would be a wonderful idea to stage an assassination attempt on my life. Well, let us just say that it failed spectacularly. Wait, let me not get ahead of myself. My name is Eboni Voltaé. I was born a witch, one of the most powerful, and the darkest that my bloodline had ever seen. See, I was born with an all-black core which was deemed a curse for reasons that will be covered later. Point is, for the first ten years of my life, I lived in bliss with my mother, father, brother, and sister. We lived in perfect harmony. My mother loved each of us dearly, as did my father. We would run, frolic, play, we were a perfectly happy family. Not to mention, my father was the king. I was next in line to take over the throne. Well, on my tenth birthday, for a present, my father took me to a shaman to test my core. He wanted to see what kind of magic I could do. The shaman tested my core and found out that my core was as black as the midnight sky. The chaos that ensued would be seared into my mind forever. My father yelled for him to test my core again, while the shaman looked scared. He told my father that there was no way he could test my core again. The results are conclusive. Anyway, my father then took me home. He did not speak to me for days. Actually, no one spoke to me for days. Every time I tried to leave my room, I was stopped by a servant. I would take all of my meals into my room and was not allowed to leave. Boring if you ask me. Anyway, to make a long story short. My parents began to neglect and abuse me, everything that my siblings did wrong was my fault, my sister was made next-in-line ruler, and I was to be married off to a prince that I had been in love with since I was a child who hated me and loved my sister. In the end, at our wedding, my sister planned for me to be assassinated. I found out and switched out dresses. I gave her the dress back that she gave me. The assassin thought that she was me, and killed her. My groom was so distraught that he killed me and thus begins the story! Whew, that was a lot to say. I know you're probably confused and I would go back and tell you the long, boring events that transpired that led to my untimely demise, but the point is, I don't want to. It's not important. What is important is how I came back to life in the past because I had to take the throne and why. Again, this story is not about revenge.