This is Lexi. I wrote this piece for Avery; for some reason or another I told her I was going to write a Princess and the Frog fanfic. I don't think she believed me. But she'll have to now.

Disclaimer: I don't own Princess and the Frog.

Some people say that they aren't afraid of death. They have to be lying. It's unimaginable to think that there may be someone out there who would welcome the grim reaper with something as simple as, "It's about time."

Does it hurt? Can you actually feel yourself dying? And then there lingers the question what happens afterwards? Do you move on to somewhere wonderful or somewhere awful? Does your soul stay and linger on earth for all eternity, due to some unfinished business? Do you go anywhere at all; or is it like taking the world's longest nap?

Depending on who you ask, you're answer varies.

Death is everywhere now. It can be halfway across the world or in the home next door. They write about it in books and movies, trying to make a 'pretty' death. Is there even such a thing?

I, however, never thought that I'd be one to be afraid when my time came. All my life I just figured that it was going to happen one way or another, but even when it did it'd be millions of years away from the present.

Never did I imagine that it would come so soon.

It's funny how we all imagine ourselves to be untouchable like that. As if we aren't going to die until we are good and ready, and we say its okay. It's like winning the lottery, right? The chances of it happening to you are a million to one. Isn't that a nice little fairy tale?

Never take any day for granted. And never take anyone for granted, either. That's what I've learned.

In the end, it was illness that I sucuumbed to. What a terrible way to die, since there was nothing amazingly memorable about it. I can't say that I was eaten by a large creature while defending my family or that I tragically lost my life fighting on a battlefield somewhere.

I passed in my own house, in my own bed even, with her entire extended family running around in the hallways outside. They went right on with their everyday life while mine ended for good.

A tarot card reader once told me that I was going to find true love someday. They were supposedly the best voodoo witch in the bayou; and had never been wrong before. I supposed I'd eluded her fortune telling vision, as I died before I could ever find true love. Just one of the many on the laundry list of things I'd wished I'd done. Things I probably could have done, but didn't, because I put them off.

But maybe it's not so bad.

I opened my eyes after I closed them for the last time. And instead of looking around to see the illness ridden things in my room, I was looking down on the earth as I was suspended in the middle of the nighttime sky. Still going up. I had no idea where to, but it relieved me that at least my journey wasn't over. There was more to it than that.

I'm a star now. I have a purpose in death, as I did in life. If this can even be considered death. Who says it can't be the beginning of a whole new life? I looked different when I was alive, though that changed shortly. In the same sense, the way I acted changed. I like to think that I now am in the process of understanding.

My name was still the same as when I was alive. It was the last thing holding my ties. Until someone renamed me. Someone who I've started to hold very dear to me. I'm now Evangeline.

This piece is based on my early theory that Evangeline might have been a firefly before she was a star. If it can happen to Ray, why couldn't it have happened to her? It takes place right before Ray 'meets' her.