Hey:) I know I should be working on my Step Up story but I got inspired and this just kinda happened. So, enjoy!
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Alanika POV.
I was born into a poor house in the streets of the holy city, Alamut. My father was nothing but a merchant of cloth and such made from the small sheep we were barely able to keep. My mother, nothing but a housewife. My three sisters, however, were beauties beyond imagination. They often spent their time in front of the small, cracked mirror my father had managed to trade the last rug my mother had made for. I resented them for their vanity and selfishness. My mother was beautiful as well, but not in the same way. She was kind and gentle. I was not under any delusions that I was the son they had hoped and prayed so hard for, but I loved my mother still. She would often say, after my sisters were far out of earshot, that I was the child of her heart and the most beautiful of all her children. I hoped to grow up to be like her.
And then came my brother, the squirming little pink thing he was. My parents were so proud the day he came into our lives, but the pride would soon give way to grief. He was a sickly thing. The day he got his name would be the day he died. Saem was only five days old when he left to join the gods. My mother was heartbroken. She wept and wailed at the gods for giving her a son and then ripping him away. I comforted her as best I knew how. I sang the same songs to her that she had sung to me as I fell asleep. I was four then. However, mine and Father's attempts to persuade her that all was not lost with Saem fell on deaf ears. Mother grew weaker and weaker still. After almost two years of suffering, she died. I was six.
When the time came for the noblemen to come out into the city to pick the next generation of maids and priestesses for the Princess, as they did every few years, my sisters begged our father for rich clothes and incense to perfume themselves with. To be chosen for the Princess's Court was an honor without equal. But, being of little money, he had no choice but to trade our last sheep for incense. I was okay with that. We would be fine without it, seeing as how I had a job carting deliveries around the city for the local apothecary. I learned many things from the kindly old woman who showed me the wonders, and dangers, of the plants she used. But, then, one day after I had come home from my usual delivery route, I found my sisters. They were rooting through Mother's trunk for her clothes!
"This will make a fine sash! *rriiiiipppp*" said one, tearing the robe I had helped Mother to make on our neighbor's loom many years ago.
"I can't believe she never shared these with us. Father said she was saving this stuff for Alanika! Ha! That garbage rat!" said another. Garbage rat indeed! I was the one who worked my rear off so that they could have food to eat when they came home from wandering the streets, trying to find a 'suitable' husband. Indeed, my sisters had many admirers but they were all turned down because they could afford no better a life than the one we were living right now.
"What are you doing?" I screeched as I ran to them, trying to close the trunk and save what precious few memories of my mother that I could. I was swatted out of the way as they continued to rummage.
"What does it look like? We are trying to save ourselves and this miserable family by getting into the Princess's Court." replied the last. I was forced to watch as they squandered my inheritance and the last remaining things that my mother had held dear.
After they had finished I ran to the trunk to save what I could. All that was left was half a sash and a few small jewels that Mother had told me could be braided into one's hair. She had obtained the jewels as payment for being a wet-nurse to a nobleman's family. Again I resented my sisters' shallow personalities and selfishness. I stuck the jewels into the sash and rolled it up, shoving them in my pocket. I allowed a few tears to fall before I steeled myself. I knew what I must do. I raced out into the streets to find my sisters. They must pay for what they did. And I would wait for a thousand years if that's what it would take to get my revenge. They must pay.
I was so caught up in myself that I failed to notice the giant horse in front of me until it was right on top of me. I threw my hands up to cover myself and dropped to the ground. I then heard a voice that would change my life forever.
"What are you doing child?" asked the Princess. I quickly righted myself and bowed deeply.
"I am sorry, Your Highness. I was trying to find my sisters when I ran out in front of you. I am sorry." I apologized and turned away, intent on doing just that, finding my sisters.
"Wait, child. Is your mother near? I would like to speak with her." the Princess asked gently. I bowed my head and allowed my shoulders to slump a little, "She is gone. She died when I was six."
The Princess seemed taken aback at this. "You are so strong and pure for one so small. And to have lost so much at so young an age." This last part seemed to be only her thoughts spoken aloud, for she said, "Child, what is your name?"
"Alanika, Your Highness." She smiled at me.
"Well then, Alanika. My daughter is in need of a playmate. Would you consider coming with me to the palace and meeting her?" My face should have said more than I ever could have for the next thing I knew, I had been swung up onto the horse of the servant riding behind the Princess. I was grinning from ear to ear, until we passed them. I saw them throwing themselves at young noblemen and Priestesses alike in hopes of gaining a position at court. The youngest of the three was the first to see me. She stood there, floundering like a fish before choking out, "You dirty little traitor!" The other two quickly spun around to see what their sister had yelled about. I allowed myself one small moment of pride in my eight years of life. Smirking at the three from high above, I waved to them as we passed and laughed as the eldest seemed to faint. I knew it was harsh but considering the thing those three had done, I felt it was necessary.
Making our way through the palace gates, the servant was stopped and questioned as to why I was being permitted into the palace. The answer that was given shocked me to my core.
"She is to be the companion of the young Princess-to-be." replied the servant. We were waved through without delay.
I was then bundled into a small room. In the center of the room was a huge bath with many jars of bath oil and salts surrounding it. I was quickly undressed and bathed before having my hair perfumed and brushed until it shone like ebony waves. After being given a beautiful dress made of the finest material, I was led down a hallway and left outside a gigantic door. Unsure of what to do, I knocked. No answer came so I pushed with all my might and it swung open just enough for me to slip through. There, on her throne, sat the beautiful Princess Omara. There was a tiny version of herself seated on a slightly smaller throne beside her.
"Ah, Alanika! Come in, come in, child." She had a smile that reminded me of my mother's. My heart wrenched at the sight but I smiled back none the less. "I suppose you are aware of why you are here."
I nodded, "Yes, Your Highness." Omara smiled again.
"You are to be my daughter's companion and playmate. So, let me introduce you to her. Tamina, come here. ...Tamina?" The younger version of herself had wandered off to the other side of the room and was preparing herself to slip through the door I had come in.
"Tamina!" rang her mother's voice. The young girl cringed and turned to face her mother.
"Yes, Mama?" The Princess scowled and replied, "You have been told how many times not to run off?"
"To many times, Mama." replied Tamina, rebuked. I smiled. This girl might not be so bad to get to know. She was beautiful, a Princess Omara in miniature. Tamina strode back over to her mother and took her seat once again. Omara smiled and continued.
"Tamina, this is Alanika. She is to be your companion." She smiled at me. Tamina looked me over and smiled as well.
"Mama, may we go and play? Please?" asked the young Princess.
"Of course. Go now, I have some business to attend to." Tamina smiled at me and asked, "Would you like that, Alanika?"
I nodded, "Of course, Your Highness." Tamina frowned and said 'If you are to be my new friend, you must call me Tamina, alright?" I smiled back to her and nodded again. We ran out into the garden and began our new friendship.
This is how I gained a sister in a Princess and, eventually, it would lead to our greatest adventure at the hands of a Persian Prince and his best friend.
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