Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN NOTHING!
AN: It is third person for now, but its because Aleena is a baby and probably has no idea what's going on. . .when Aleena is older it will go to her point of view.
Alicia Frollo frowned at the locket that hung around her baby's neck. She sighed in frustration and glanced at her husband's sleeping body. Alicia was tired of the life she had. She wanted a life where they didn't have guests every hour that forced you to talk about things as simple and boring as the weather. For the past couple of weeks Alicia considered running away with her baby, Aleena, and to become a gypsy so she could live out the rest of her life somewhat normally. Finally she made her final decision, to run away.
Alicia packed all of the things that she could take with her. She wrapped a blanket carefully around Aleena and opened the door as quietly as she could. Alicia jogged through the blackened streets. She came upon an alley way where she stood for a while to think of where to go next. Thunder cracked through the sky. Perfect time to have a storm start, Alicia thought. She took the key to Aleena's locket out of her pocket and pondered if she should head back or not. Lighting flashed, lighting up the entire town, frightening Alicia, causing her to drop the key. Seeking shelter Alicia ran as fast as she could making sure that her baby was safe in the blanket.
Soaked to the skin, Alicia stumbled into a graveyard. She ran past several stones until she came to a crypt that lay above ground. Alicia sunk to the ground and leaned against the crypt. She let her head roll back so that she was now staring at the sky. She looked down at Aleena who was starting to fuss.
"Hush now my little one. It will be okay," Alicia said; her voice starting to break in stress and concern. Alicia bowed her head and prayed for a miracle that would save her baby. Suddenly the crypt opened revealing a woman about Alicia's age, and a child of about three. The child shrank back behind his mother, frightened of the storm.
"Come Clopin, you were the one who insisted we go get your puppet," The mother spoke to the boy. She glanced over at Alicia who was staring at the two. "Mademoiselle? Please come with me. You will catch a cold," Alicia followed the mother down a large stair case into a sewage river. Alicia murmered thanks to the lord for saving them. The young child whined in frustration.
"What about Puppet?" He cried. The mother rolled her eyes,
"We will get him tomorrow, your puppet is a big boy now and can handle it on his own tonight," Alicia sniffled to hide her laugh. They soon came to a large opening with little cottages everywhere. "You two will be with us tonight, then we will find you a suitable home alright?" Alicia nodded. They arived at the cottage. Once inside the mother gently took Aleena and put her in an old crib. Then she got Alicia a warm blanket and a chair. "Please madmemoiselle, tell me why were you alone in a horrible storm?" Alicia glanced over at the crib holding Aleena where the boy was poking a feather at her, cocking his head while he did it.
"I didn't like my life so I ran away with Aleena," She said, her voice hoarse. The mother nodded her head in understanding.
"Yes that happens. Sad thing too," The mother comented. Alicia coughed loudly. "Oh dear, I believe you caught something, come we will get you to a bed," The mother said, concern filling her features.
Several days later Alicia was still sick and showed no signs of getting better. One day while Clopin's mother was in the room getting Alicia some fresh water she noticed something different. Alicia was paler and more sickly looking. Clopin's mother went over and felt her forehead; she was burning up.
"How are you feeling?" She asked Alicia gently.
"Not well. I saw the end," Alicia said weakly.
"I don't understa-" Clopin's mother tried to say
"You have been so kind to me, all I ask is one more favor. Make sure Aleena has a good life. This is my time to leave, I will be with my sister and my mother and father again. I wish you and Clopin well." Clopin's mother started to tear up. She didn't know what to say so she just nodded. Alicia sighed and sunk into the bed, saying no more. The mother felt her pulse and felt nothing. . .
AN: Yeah, that was the begining. I promised myself I would do this and now I am. Very rough, please tell me if I need to fix anything. Of course a new story means less time on my other one. . .(Crowd boos) I know I know so sad. Any way you can find a picture of Aleena on DeviantART, my awesome sister drew it. Her account is on our profile. Yeah and about the whole death scene. . .My first time writing one of those and hope to never do it again, though I know I will. Give me some slack please!