Okay, I felt like redoing this story. Not a over all change, just a little fixing here and there. I been very out of it, to be honest with you guys, I tend to lose interest in things never fully, just for a short or long period of time. So, I'm going to try a mainly focus on this story. Chapters will end up longer this way as well. Sorry, I'm just not great at this deadline thing.

Chapter 1

1,209 years ago

-Marceline's POV-

Dear, Dairy

I hate parties, mainly with royalty. That and I'm only nine years old, why should I care about formalities? Plus, I wasn't royal in any shape or form. My dad is a businessman, so what could this even about? Ugh, why do I have to go? Stupid dad...I miss mom...

My train of thought was interrupted by the rough knock at the bedroom door. I lowered my red inked pen to the middle of my black leather bond dairy. "Yes?" I asked softly, already knowing who it was that stood behind the door and the voice that was about to flow through my ears.

"It's time to get ready pumpkin. I got your dress..." The voice was almost cheery, with a hint of a joking like manner to the last word he said.

"I told you dad. I didn't want to wear a dress to this stupid thing." I shot up, from lying on mt stomach, walking right up to the door, my small hands slack at my sides.

"I was only joking pumpkin. Will, you please open the door?" His voice was sweet, smooth and gentle. So, tempted to see what he got me to wear, I slowly opened the door, popping my head out the door. To see my dad, who was in his late twenties, his jet black hair was combed back. He wore that business suit with a white under shirt and black tie. I hated that suit. It wasn't ever truly dad when he put it on.

In his right hand he held a small suit on a hanger with a scarlet tie wrapped around the neck. I looked at it in awe then up to my dad, to see his red eyes full of joy looking back at me. "I wouldn't make you wear something you didn't want to."

I was taken aback, just a bit. "Thank you, dad."

"Well, do you want to go put it on? We'll end up being late if you wait too much longer." He smiled sweetly.

I took the suit from his arms into mine. I smirked at him. "Not as late as brother will be, he might want to show up naked." I joked and went into my room before my dad could say anything to that comment, even as a joke, it was almost true. Her brother Marshall was nothing but trouble, she was too, but she liked wearing some clothes, at least out in public.

As she shook her head, she went to put on the suit. After everything was on, she was getting quite angry with the tie, as she threw it to the floor, her window was opened and her younger twin brother with a stupid grin on his face walked in, or well jumped in. Magic, that idiot used magic. A skill most demons had, at least from what she has learned in her time. "Aw having trouble with that tie darling sister?" Mockery covered all his words.

He was wearing a nice suit with a silver tie, his red eyes were almost glowing as he looked at me, his black hair was a wavy mess and I knew full well it was soft, just like my own, that was cut just at my shoulders and wavy. "Oh, shut up you stupid." The only come back my nine-year-old brain could come up with, such a shame.

My brother walked with grace, unusual for my brother, as he bent down to pick up that scarlet tie, that I so much loved, all cause it looked so much like blood. He then walked toward me. "Let me put it on for you." I didn't want to admit I couldn't put on a simple tie. I just crossed my arms and puffed up my cheeks in an annoyed way. All he did was chuckle, when he gets older I just know that will get deeper.

"Okay, how about you let me do it and while I'm at it. Show you have to do it." The kindness he offered was questionable.

"Fine." I growled lowing my arms.

I paid close attention to what he did while he fixed my tie. As soon as he was finished we heard a knock at the door. "Are you ready?" Dad again. I sighed walking to the mirror only to smile at myself. Looked good and totally going to have to keep the tie. I walked out with my hands in my pockets. "Yeah, I'm ready." I let out a annoyed sigh taking a step toward the door.

Opening the door, my dad just smiled. That smile made my stomach turn for a reason I have yet to learn. My brother stood beside me. "I'm always amazed by how much you two look alike. It is almost like a split image of two different worlds."

"We're twins dad. It's not that surprising. Now, can we go?" My voice was sharp as I walked past him to the front door. The ride was half an hour long. I spent most of the time looking out the window and dealing with my brother after he had punched me in the arm. To which I had punched him in the thigh, a wince came from him. I laughed at his pout.

The car came to a stop and I looked out the window away from my brothers sad face. To see, a huge castle, it was dark out so you couldn't make out the whole thing, but just the sight of the wooden doors made me feel smaller than I already was.

In amazement I opened the door before anyone could open it for me. The air was nice and cool against my skin. "Mmm." Taking a step closer to the doors with my brother at my side, he must have said something but the words went right pass me. The light glow from the candles made the castle look a light pink or was it really that color in the day time? She got to the big wooden doors, upon closer inspection it had cravings of animals, bears, wolves, loins and some birds up on the trees. It was beautiful work.

"Madam Marceline?" A man asked his voice was soft as he spoke. When I took my eyes off the door, I looked at the man who asked for me. The man looked to be in his late 30s, his red hair had lines of white, yet they were strangely like a peppermint. He had glasses resting on his nose and he wore navy blue butler suit. "Um? Yes?" I almost whispered that almost no one around could here it. Yet somehow he did. "I'm Peter. I was told to show you in." His voice was sweet with a hint of darkness to it that most people probably didn't notice when he spoke.

So she was showed in.

-Bonnie's POV-

I sat at my desk the sun was shining through the side window of the tower I stood in, the dust in the air swirling around me making my thick round glasses shine. I let out a sigh after a small boom was emitted in the room, the bottom part of my white lab coat now a dark grey. Another failure I wrote down what I think went wrong with my test. The walls of the room was littered with paper of many numbers and lines that looked to be faded. There at least three tables lined with tubes and paper. Well, all but one that was now soot and ash from a recent fire.

A knock on the door made me look up from my note book. "Bonnibal dear, you remember there is royal ball tonight?" My mothers voice, it feels like ages since I heard that voice or was it weeks ago. Time goes in odd ways when I'm in the lab. Such a strange thing, I should do a study in that. I wrote down a new idea and what may make it make sense, forgetting all too quickly about my mom.

Another knock. "Bonnbial, I'm coming in." I jumped with a squeal when I saw my mothers bright green eyes looking at me. Nearly falling on my butt as I took a step back into my stool. "M-mother,

!"

The woman who stood in front of me with her arms crossed, she was beautiful for her age. Her long light pink hair was braided and laid over her right shoulder, she wore light blue dress that clung to her figure well. A gold crown with blue gem at the top rested on top of her head. Her forest green eyes shined brightly in the sun rays. The was a hint of disappointment in those eyes as they looked at me.

"You're lucky it was me and not Peter. He was all but upset when he came to me. Telling me you didn't respond when knocked serval times or so he tells me. Your door was locked." She let out an exhale as a pair of keys gave a glare from the sun that she held out towards me. "Lucky we had a spare made for this door or we'd never see you again." My face must have turned red cause her eyes softened.

"Look sweetheart, I love that you have a passion but the kingdom needs you. So, go get ready for the ball tonight, study who is all to come. After you can return to your lab."

I felt defended, I loved this kingdom. I do, so I must show them that I do. But what I really wanted to hear from my parents wouldn't be what I needed. "Yes ma'am. I will start to get ready and study." I walked past my mother without much of another word as I headed towards my room.

My room was only a few doors down so my quick steps got me there fast without me having to face my mother after my rudeness. When I was in my room I saw a light pink dress with flowers inlained with dark pink tread at the bottom of the dress. It was stunning from the sun rays shining on it.

I looked at the mirror that showed my messy dark pink hair, my eyes got red from lack of sleep making the blue shine brighter than normal, my burnt lab coat as my knee, turns out my blue shorts got burned in the cross-fire as well. I sighed realizing I had serious cleaning up to do before the ball tonight.

I actually liked balls, the lights, the outfits, the music. Oh the music is what got me the most, the way it got others to lighten up or calm down even cry. Music was another form of magic that was never lost, not even after the great mushroom wars. At least from what the books on history told me.

I got cleaned up rather quickly so that I had time to study the names that would be coming to the ball, part way through reading the names I dozed out. I woken up to Peter shaking my shoulder gently. "Princess, you get ready or you'll be late." I shot up placing my hand to my head a yawn leaving my lips. "I'll be right down. Sorry Peter." I let out softly as I stood up to wave him off so that I could get dressed in that lovely little dress.

After I got ready I gave myself a once over in the mirror. My hair was neatly done up in a braid a small taira rested on my head, pink gloves that went up to my elbows. I smiled at the mirror feeling happy with how I looked. Walking out of my room, I saw maids rushing pass me. Confused, I just headed towards the ball room. The dull blue and pink lights hung over the room giving it a soothing feeling and the music was soft. I must be just on time then. Now, I shouldn't worry about mom yelling at me later. Knowing this I could enjoy the ball to the fullest.

I walked towards the drink table. I saw a girl with grey skin or blue. Couldn't quite tell with this lighting. The girl had on black suit with a white under shirt, the red tie complimented the light scarlet glow to the girl eyes, it took my breath away. This person, I had no idea whom this person was even if I did read those names. "Hey there princess?" The girl in front of me gave a smirk after her words, I was lost for words which was strange for me.

My brother then stood right in front of me, his light pink hair was held back under his mini crown as prince. "Hello, Madam." He gave a small bow. "Marceline Abadeer." His voice hid the distaste well that I couldn't tell if this Marceline girl could tell or not. I did hear a light chuckle that made me feel cold.

"Yes, but I was talking to the Princess behind you, unless you are the princess and she is the prince?" Her voice was calm.

"I'm sorry to intrude on your talk with my darling sister. It's just your eyes caught my attention and I was compelled to ask for a dance." His voice was very formal.

"I think I was just about to ask the princess-" The girl was cut off by a man with glowing red eyes placing a hand on Marceline shoulder making her stiff. "I think you should dance with the prince."

I took in a deep breathe feeling weak in the knees and my stomach ached. "Um, I think I want to take that dance with, M-Marceline Abadeer, it seems only fair, since she was about to ask me to dance before my brother showed up." I stood with my head high. "Then my brother can get the second dance."

The man behind Marceline let her go. "Very well."