Disclaimer: I do not own the Septimus Heap characters. They belong to Angie Sage.
Author's note: I have to admit that Septimus Heap rocks. So I decided to create a story from Jenna's point of view, the little girl who was raised by the Heaps and discovered later that she was the princess of the entire castle in which they lived and not the real daughter of her parents. The fic contains drabbles about Jenna, Septimus and moments from their lives.
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Chapter 1- Queen
My family was my life. I had six brothers and they all resembled very well to my parents. They all had blonde hair and green eyes. Green eyes because of the magic they had to practice. I was seven years old when I realized for the first time that I didn't look at all like them. Maybe I hadn't it noticed before or maybe I was too happy to care. Nonetheless, I was a little shocked when I noticed my violet eyes and my black hair in the mirror that my mother gave me as a present for my seventh birthday. I tried to forget all the doubts I had. I spent my time with my family like nothing was wrong. But inside me, all those thoughts consumed me. Years passed and my hunch was still there, roaming through my mind. And when Marcia, the ExtraOrdinary Wizard, came to our humble home, I was sure that I wasn't part of that family. My brothers tried to convince me that I would always be their little sister and my parents told me that I would always be their daughter. But I wasn't. I was confused, disoriented. Marcia explained to me that I was the princess of the entire castle. I had a kingdom. I was the daughter of a queen. I was royalty. I didn't want to go from that small room that we called "home". I was happy with them, even though they weren't my family. I loved them.
And then I met that strange child, who called himself "Boy 412". He looked tortured and I felt pity for him. I liked him and I started to care about him, against my will. He always looked at me, scared, with his big, gray eyes, but I constantly took his hand, trying to reassure him that everything was alright.
After a while he attempted to betray us and I hated him in those moments, when he was stubborn and proud. I knew deep down that he had a good heart. My brother, Nicko, always asked me why I was looking for him when he was lost or why I was saving him in our hard times, but I didn't know how to respond. I just told him:" I like the boy". After all, I was a becoming queen and I thought a queen should be compassionate and gentle with her people.
Sarah, my mother, was the first one who noticed his green eyes, after he began to learn magic from Marcia. Then, the rest of the family saw his blonde, curly hair. He was the seventh son of Silas Heap. The lost boy. The one whom I had replaced in the Heap family.
Septimus Heap was the real son of Sarah and Silas. I was just a girl, named Jenna, who had been raised by them. A princess, daughter of a dead queen and I thought I had practically no relatives in this world, until I met my father, later. But they loved me like a real family and Septimus was my new brother now. For a while, anyway.
That was how my story began.