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I am really sorry! I accidentally deleted this story! So I had to repost...O.O...

Prologue: Centerpiece

I was barely a year old when my mother, Anna, found me laying underneath that sacred oak tree. I can't imagine the look she must have had when she found me; but it was probably something very similar to they way she used to look whenever I do things out of the ordinary. All I know was that she scooped me up into her arms and said no more.

My mother was the King of Tethe'alla's niece, so how I even ended up on the Royal Grounds is still a mystery shrouded by many questions. But, it didn't seem to matter to her in the slightest. She played with me, sung me to sleep, and dressed me up in pretty little gowns. I was the centerpiece in her world and she did everything in her power to make sure I was alive and happy. And I was.

The name chosen for me was Sheena. I do not know what possessed her to give me such and unusual name but I did not question it. I was just grateful that she loved me enough to care for me.

My first friend was the King's daughter, Princess Colette. She was nice enough, but it seemed she had a bit of a haughty streak about her. No doubt she had inherited that from her mother, Hilda. I had played with her since we were toddlers, and even then I tended to be the ring-leader in our little adventures. I was very mischievous, and Colette was the one who had to remind me when enough was enough.

It was when I turned five did my stable world get thrown off its edge. My mother had been betrothed to a Prince in the neighboring Kingdom of Sylvarant. And within a month of their meeting, it was obvious the two were made for each other and so she married to Prince Kratos Aurion. Since that fateful day, my mother would always told me she was the luckiest woman in the world.

We moved away from Tethe'alla and to Sylvarant, in a castle Kratos had had built for his new family. He seemed delighted that he was to have a step-daughter and for the first time in my life, I was given a father. I liked him a lot, but I missed the carefree life I had had in Tethe'alla. I missed Colette, the maids, my teachers. I missed them all.

This depression was short lived, after I met my Neil. Son to court Jester, Neil was a very assuming man whose love for Sylvarant was only matched by the love he possessed for me. But at since we were still so young, we did not understand how strong our feelings for each other really were. We took them to mean we looked each other as brother and sister.

And speaking of brothers, I truly got one a year after my mother and I made our move. Lloyd was my mother's true first child for he was one that held a resemblance to her. I quickly grew jealous of my new sibling because no longer was I the only centerpiece in my mother's world. Now I had to share the plate with Lloyd.

Neil helped me a lot during this time. He was my escape and I was happy to know that I was still the centerpiece in his world.

And then, after three years of a happy marriage, my mother met a tragic end. Struck with a deadly disease, she took her last breath, ironically, on the same day she had found me. I never remember having been so sad in my entire life. A knife had seemed to cut through my heart and left a scar that was never going to be healed . A living reminder that at my mother was lost forever.

As I grew older, I started to show my brother the same tenderness my mother had shown me. I was always careful to be loving and protective and never spoke negatively to him. My father seemed to be grateful at my attempts to be 'motherly', always giving me a kind smile whenever I helped Lloyd. However, he seemed to think that it would be best if we had a definite feminine figure in our lives. So, he introduce us to his brother's wife, Martel. She would be the second closet thing to a real mother that I would ever have.

So now, twelve years later, I have grown up in age and wisdom. My father is no longer a Prince, for he had taken over the throne shortly after our grandfather died. And with that, he named his only brother, Prince Yuan, as his second-in-command. Prince Lloyd is no longer a bubbly baby, but a fierce warrior and my childhood friend, Colette, comes to visit me almost on a daily basis. As for my Neil, he is still the same clumsy child who is passionate about his country. This is only the beginning of my story.

Author's note:

A bit shorter from what I usually write, but I I wanted to give myself a solid basis.

Well…should I continue this? Did it suck? Give me your thoughts…

Any mistakes, please let me know.

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