Edit: I want to thank everyone over the last 2 years who have not only read my (half finished) story but also who favourited and reviewed it. I have a few reasons why I have been radio silent since I last posted but I'm not going to list them and go into them all. Some serious issues and others not so. However, I came across this story again and decided to revamp it. I have cut down on chapters as you can see. There is no point in having little chapters but so many of them. I haven't went back and edited them too much if I'm honest. I might once I have completed this story cause I do plan to finish it. Hate unfinished things. So I kept the preview to my story below so please enjoy and I apologise for disappearing on you all.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.

She shivered as goose bumps began to appear on her pale skin. She began rubbing her hands up and down her arms to try and generate heat but knew there was no point. The coldness she felt wasn't from the temperature dropping but from the chill that was settled in her bones. Bubbles couldn't remember a time when she was ever at ease. She hid behind a mask of happiness and laughter for her family but deep down Bubbles was miserable. It wasn't that she was unhappy with her family, they showed her love and affection at every turn and for that she was grateful. Grateful for such a loving family that protected her but she was different. It wasn't just her family but everyone she knew. She couldn't explain what it was that made her different but she just knew it. It sounded strange even to her but deep down she knew she didn't belong here. It wasn't even the fact that she looked different from everyone in her family all having dark hair and eyes. That was strange to start off with but after her mother explained to her and everyone she looked the spitting image of her grandmother the horrible rumours stopped. This didn't mean Bubbles believed her though. Something didn't sit well. She couldn't place her finger to it but she just knew it wasn't the whole truth. This was why she was cold, not so much from what the truth could be but from loneliness. Her feeling that she was different to everyone, her family included, had topped her from interacting with other children. She would only leave the house to help her mother and father with their shop and then sit in her room, drawing. She didn't want to feel like this but it was such a strong feeling that she couldn't ignore it, which is why she found herself watching the sun set rather than sitting with her parents and siblings joining in the laughter and glee she could hear from where she was sitting. Her family had tried countless times to get her involved but the older she got the more she kept to herself. She continued to watch the sun set as bright orange and pink lit the sky. She loved this time of the day. Even after everything just watching the pretty colours that danced through the sky could make her relax. She stood and turned to go through the door of her house before the sun had properly set. That was one thing she always did, she never watched the colours disappear she didn't like the black that took over. The darkness that already surrounded her was enough.

She quietly slipped through a few trees and bushes and watched as the doe lowered its head to graze. She stealthily climbed the tree next to her but always kept an eye on the deer. As she walked along on the lowest branch that hung above the deer she smirked to herself, this was going to be just too easy. She slowly took her knife out from the strap around the top of her leg. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for the jump but all of a sudden children's laughter filled the air. Both her and the deer looked to where the noise came from and saw bushes moving. She growled when she looked back at where the deer was and saw the back of its legs disappear in the green. She saw a few small children appear giggling. Buttercup jumped off the branch and headed straight to the children. One by one the children noticed her but mostly the glare she had on all three. They started to shrink in her presence with fear. All Buttercup could do was smirk, it wasn't that she was a cruel person out to upset the younger ones but Buttercup liked to be feared by anyone. She didn't care who by.

"Do you three have any idea what you did?" Buttercup said softly but the threat in her voice could still be heard loud and clear.

One boy shook his head and she watched him swallow before answering, "s-sorry M-miss B-b-buttercup we didn't k-know you w-were out h-hunting h-here."

Buttercup growled a little and watched all the kids go wide eyed. "Leave."

All three children nodded and ran back the way they came. Buttercup sighed as she dropped to the floor. She lay on her back and stared at the green that covered the sky. She wanted to take back a deer to prove she could hunt like the men. She was better than most if not all at getting the job done. However they wouldn't even give her a chance. The men looked down at her as she was a women, who should be doing something other than a man's hobby and the woman didn't want to give the tomboy the time of day because of how different she was. She found herself tightening her fists. She thought that the world had gotten over the stupid stereotypes but for some reason it had not reached her tribe. Buttercup closed her eyes and listened to the soothing noises the forest had to offer. From the tweeting of passing small birds to the chirping of crickets she felt the tension leave her body a little. She longed for a bigger adventure. She wished she could be somewhere else. Some place that she could make a difference.

"Okay girls we have thirty minutes to change over every room. We need them all looking clean for new and old guests returning. Remember place the rubbish bags outside and I will collect them as they come out. On you go." The four maids ran into each room and began cleaning. She looked with a small smile of triumph. This wasn't the best job but she loved being able to take control and get everything working like clockwork. She watched as each girl began placing rubbish bags outside the room. She collected them and walked down the staff stairs to place them in the big skip bin outside. Once she stepped out she took deep breath. She wanted nothing more than to keep on walking, to find something better out there but she was a young girl living in a small village with nothing to aim for. It wasn't that she wouldn't know how to survive, no that wasn't it she had been doing that her whole life. It wasn't even that she wouldn't know which direction to go if she did leave, she had read every book on the subject of geography and had a very good idea which way to head first. It was because she didn't know what she would do if she turned up at a big city. She certainly didn't have much in qualifications even though it would be easy for her to earn them but who would give a country girl a chance? Blossom sighed as she threw the rubbish in the big bin and stepped back inside. At least here she was in charge of a small group of girls. She felt like she made a difference; a small one at that but still a difference. When she first began working here the old head maid was cruel and harsh but after Blossom standing up for herself, and the other girls, things changed rapidly. The girls would only follow her lead which meant the owner begrudgingly gave her the job. But work morale was higher than it had ever been and things were running a lot better. This should have made Blossom feel incredible but all she felt was emptiness. She knew she was born to do bigger things, special things but what she had no idea. This is why Blossom worked extra hard at her job. Hoping that it would start to fill the hole inside her but if anything it just made it bigger.