A/N: This is kinda "just for me" writing- getting into the character's heads and all that. So far all I've written for this fandom was one little drabble, and I figured the more I wrote about these characters, the easier it would be to write longer stories. Each chapter is in a different 3rd person limited POV.

One- Umbra

Fifteen annuals changed a person, and she wasn't sure who she was anymore.

It had taken her two months to get used to her reflection lacking the strange Mobat tattoos and the elaborate updos- she'd even rid herself of the corsets- but she still expected the Witch to pop out and start talking to her every time she looked in the mirror.

Every few days, she would meet someone new and have to explain her possession or dodge bullets or apologize for killing their husband, or wife, or child. Half the time she wished that the person she had been speaking to had been killed as well, just so they would shut u— no, so that they would be at peace with their loved one.

Gods, she was as bad as the Witch...

Was she still the Witch?

Despite what DG had done for her, was she too evil to be fixed? After all those annuals, was she no longer Azkadellia, but a monster that should be executed?

Did DG hate her? Worse, did DG think that her sister hated her?

...And did Azkadellia hate her sister? For letting her fall, for leaving as the Witch took control of her?

She shivered at the thought. Hate? Was it possible to hate your sister?

Questions. Too many questions, not enough answers. Not enough time to get them. Never getting a chance alone to think about them for long.

Suffocating, that's what she was doing. Too long she had been trapped inside her own body, unable to get out, unable to talk to anyone but the Witch... and now that she had her body back, she was being smothered. What with her mother always hovering, DG wanting to learn more about her past, the royal guard refusing to leave her out of their sight... She felt contained. Babied. Sheltered.

Guilt didn't even begin to describe it when she first saw the extent of the O.Z.'s injuries. Entire crops lost, homes destroyed, open lands turned gravesites, iron suits spotting the landscape. And it was all her fault.

The Witch's fault.

DG's fault?

No- if she had been strong enough, she wouldn't have needed DG. If she had been strong enough, she could have rid herself of the Witch.

Then again, she hadn't needed to.

Her mother. The queen. Surely if she could bring DG back from death with her light, she could have exorcized her eldest daughter... couldn't she have? Did her mother love DG more than her?

She shook her head, removing the thought from her mind. Impossible. Her mother loved them both; she merely wasn't able to see...

Shouldn't she have been?