Hello and Welcome to Heiress to the Crown! This is a rewrite of my previous work, 'Heir to the Crown', and as such you will still be able to find that story on . Without further ado, I own nothing of this series except my OCs!

Being completely honest, I really should've expected something bad to happen that afternoon…

I never really understood my brother's obsession with going to church every Sunday, but our mm humored him anyway. Well, technically she was just Troy's mother, but Leona and I had been adopted by her before she'd given birth to her son. She was the only mothe we had ever known.

Either way, Kara- Mom- didn't force Leona or I to sit through the church services with Troy and herself. Mom seemed perfectly arigh with letting a pair of 11-year-olds run around the area near the church for some reason. My sister was off in one of the nearby stores, looking for shoes. At least, I think she was looking at shoes- I hadn't gone in with her. If she was perusing footwear though, she'd probably have a new pair before we left.

I was wandering by myself in the streets, looking for that stupid bookstore Brian insisted was around here. As i walked, I passed a storefront and I paused to look myself over since it had gotten pretty windy.

The window gave me a fair view of my rumpled black t-shirt, jean shorts, and muddy tennis shoes. My hair was billowing around my head, the shoulder length ginger hair going every which way. I tried to push the hair away from my eyes, but i didn't really manage to get the strands to leave my silver orbs alone. I huffed and kept trying, revealing the odd pentagon-and-slash birthmark that marred the right side of my face, directly over my right eye.

I huffed, getting a little annoyed, but soon gave up with trying to keep the red hair from being its annoying self. With that loss I started off again, scanning each storefront and building to see if I could find that elusive book vendor. Hopefully, even if I did manage to find it, the store would be open on a Sunday. When I didn't spot it on the main drag of street Mom said Leona and I could wander, I glanced around to make sure my dark haired sister hadn't suddenly popped up to check on me.

With the coast clear of meddling sisters I moved towards the nearest alleyway, wanting to use it as a shortcut to the next street over. Maybe Brian's bookstore was over there? Hell if I knew man, I was just looking for a good book to read!

The alleyway was dingy and crammed full of garbage, but hey I didn't see anyone. That was always a good thing when one was disobeying her mother. I moved slowly, not wanting to step in the dirty puddles of water that littered the ground here and there. It was slow going, since so many of the puddles were huge. I was just about to jump over a new puddle when I stopped, frozen.

My right eye felt like it was burning itself from the inside out, as if someone had taken a hot iron and slammed it into the socket from the back of my head and twisted it with a vengeance. Within seconds I crumpled to the ground and ended up on my side in a puddle, writhing in agony as it felt like my head tried to implode upon itself. I wasn't even able to scream, the pulsing in my cranium drowned out everything else.

If I could've been able to pay attention, I would've noticed the sudden influx of shimmering green particulates that began to appear around me. They swirled in a tornado around my body, getting faster and faster before sinking deep into my left arm, leaving a bright green cross to glow on the back of my hand for a few moments before it faded into scar tissue.

Within the next few seconds the pain started to fade slowly, and eventually I was left there in a mud puddle, a sobbing mess of an 11-year-old. Once I was able to feel something besides blinding pain, I realized that there was something that I could… almost sense behind me.

I twisted on the ground, coming face to foot with a pair of ugly ass sneakers. My eyes darted upwards to whoever was standing over me, only to find myself staring at a dead eyed man with a huge corpse-like vision hanging over his head. He grinned with almost rotten looking teeth and then I went flying backwards.

He'd kicked me in the stomach, somehow the man was strong enough to send me skidding a good three meters or so. I coughed hard, a bit of blood coming up, and I tried to struggle to my knees. The corpse creature was cackling loudly, almost as if it had gone insane for whatever reason. I managed to get my neck to crane upwards as the man sauntered towards me, an evil gleam in his dead black eyes.

Before he got close enough to throw another hit at me, a shaft of light seemed to form in front of me, a thin line of light that started to get brighter and larger as I reached out a shaking hand to brush it with mud covered fingers.

The corpse phantom screamed in outrage as I touched the light, but it didn't have a single moment to come after me- I was gone.

Somewhere between touching the light and whatever the hell happened next, I must've passed out, because the next thing I know I'm opening my eyes to a badly lit alleyway that… was nothing like the one I had just been in. I shot up, noting that the ache in my abdomen where I'd been kicked was gone- and so was the man that had been attacking me. My silver eyes darted around the cobblestoned walls and ground, taking in how dirty it seemed and the fact that I'd never actually seen this place before.

I stood up, noting that I was still covered in mud, when I realized that the light, it was flickering. When I found the only illumination around, I tried not to rub my eyes out of disbelief. It was an oil lamp. A real, godforsaken oil lamp. As a street light.

"What. The. Fuck."

A/N: Hi again! If you got through this, thank you very much! Welcome to anyone new reading- and welcome back to anyone who read the original! Here's the beginning of our little story, and another chapter should come soon. Reviews most certainly motivate me, and I'd love to hear from you!

-SeeSea