Prologue
A rough storm battered the windows of the castle, and suddenly the sturdy walls did not seem sturdy enough for Melanie. She loved the dark and walking in the moonlight around the castle grounds, but storms were not her strong point. There was, of course, reason for this, yet Melanie could not bring herself to think on it, for it was something painful for her.
She sighed, pulling her cloak tightly around her shoulders, and made her way swiftly across her room, stumbling as she pushed open the heavy oak door and made her way into the hallway. Melanie padded down the corridor and went into her twin sister's room.
Stumbling over to her sister's bed she shook her. "Phoebe," Melanie whispered. "Phoebe," she said more loudly. "Wha…?" Phoebe said, stirring, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal her sisters face above her. Phoebe knew her younger twin was scared of storms. As fierce as Melanie was, everyone had a weak point.
Sitting up, Phoebe pulled Melanie into her arms and hugged her. Moving over so her sister could share the fairly large bed, she stroked her hair. "Shush, your safe now Mellie. Try and get some rest." Melanie sighed against her sister, slowly falling into a deep, yet troubled, sleep.
Phoebe looked down upon her younger counterpart and smiled slightly to herself. They were as opposite as twins could be, yet so alike. Phoebe was fair, tall, and had fairly straight, although some had called it wavy, blonde hair that fell to her waist. She had blue eyes of a sapphire hue and she absolutely detested any form of battle. While she could look after herself when necessary, it was not a field in which she excelled.
On the other hand, Melanie had bright emerald tinted eyes and black hair a little longer than Phoebe's that cascaded down her back in lose natural curls. She was also fair, but differently from her sister as her rosy red lips stood out against ghostly pale skin. She was short about five feet two inches, but unlike her sister she excelled on the field of battle. However, she lacked the ability and the patience to think things through unless someone helped her and preferred to rush into situations. One would call Phoebe the "brains" and Melanie the "brawn".
Phoebe was called Princess Phoebe the Fair of Archenland, and Melanie was called Princess Melanie the Fierce. Both sisters were strikingly beautiful, but it was a subtle beauty which, if one was not paying proper attention, one could easily overlook. Phoebe tried to rest. It would not bode well with her brother Ben, who ruled the country, if his sisters turned up to their meeting with him tomorrow half asleep. It was with this thought that Phoebe fell asleep, still holding her younger sister lovingly as if she was sheltering her from a world of harm.
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So what do you think? Should I continue? I am writing the next chapter tomorrow. Just review and let me know what you think of the prologue. This is going to be a peter/ oc and edmund/oc all at once. :). So go onto my profile and vote on the poll so I can take into account what you think so far although you do not yet know much about the characters-
Edmund/Melanie and Peter/Phoebe
or
Edmund/Phoebe and Peter/Melanie
Oh and I promise the chapters will be longer, it's just I thought this needed to stand alone.
Thanks