A DRAGON'S JEWEL: the Ancient Mage and the dark arts

Alythia opened her eyes, not to the familiar ceiling of her old world, but to a vast, unfamiliar expanse. Above her, a peculiar symbol was emblazoned: a dragon clutching a jewel. A baby, she realized with a jolt, was what she was now. A tiny, helpless infant in a crib, yet her mind, impossibly, retained memories of another life, another time. It was then, amidst the shock of rebirth, that a horrifying realization dawned upon her: this new world, with its strange symbols and even stranger sensations, was eerily familiar. It was the world of a book she had once read, a world that spelled tragedy for a character with her very name.

Her tiny hands, impossibly small, clenched into fists. She had to remember. Every detail. Every twist. For in this story, the original Alythia Ashwrith was doomed.