Hello world, it's supermariogirl! What? ANOTHER FIC today? Well, that's what happens when you post on other sites and keep forgetting to post on the one where you got started. This fic was posted on Ao3 on September 2017, and completed in January. It was a pretty big hit, I think. It was originally an Ao3 exclusive, but I caved in and now I'm posting it here too. The whole story is done so I'm just gonna post all the chapters at once. I hope you enjoy!

The Disclaimer Song:

I make stories for me and you,

But I own nothing so please don't sue! Dum!

Peach Toadstool lived in a small village that wasn't on most maps. It was a pretty well-off village, but Peach happened to live in the less wealthy area in town.

Despite this, she was pretty happy with her life so far. She had many friends who lived in the same village, whom she would spend time with on a regular basis. She had a loving guardian who took care of her the best he could, and treated her like his own.

Her life seemed perfectly normal... for now.

One thing Peach loved to do was go to the village flea market. Finding random knick knacks for low prices was fun for the poor girl, as she usually was able to afford them. Every time she went, there would always be something new.

Today would be no exception.

As she walked through the flea market looking for something interesting, she found a necklace.

It wasn't anything grand, just a simple necklace with a small, purple jewel on it. But somehow, it felt as there was something more to it. She was curious.

"How much for this necklace?" Peach asked.

"Only five coins." the old woman who ran the shop replied.

"Five coins?" the pink clad girl questioned. How strange. She was surprised, but realized that it had most likely been worn before. After all, this was the flea market.

"Yes, that's because it's a hand me down. We found it a while back, so we're not sure who the owner was." the shopowner explained. "It was originally ten coins, but no one would buy it, so we cut the price in half. We're not sure why, it's a pretty necklace..."

"I would like something to wear just to make me feel pretty. I'm sure five coins wouldn't hurt." she thought. She wondered why no one else wanted it. Oh well, their loss.

As she picked up the necklace and held it in her hand, she felt... strange. There must have been something more to this necklace than the shopowner was telling her. Something was drawing her to it, as if... no. That would be impossible. Peach didn't think magic was real. It was just a normal piece of jewelry... right?

She went ahead and bought the necklace, paying the proper five coins and thanked the old woman. before leaving the market. As she left, she took the necklace out of the box and put it on.

As she got home, she was greeted by Toadsworth, her guardian since childhood.

"Hey, Toadsworth!" she said, smiling.

"Hello, Peach. How's your day?" he asked.

"I bought a necklace from the flea market." she told him.

"You went to the flea market again?" he replied. "Ugh, I don't trust the things they sell in that darn place. Back in my day, we went to normal stores, ones that didn't sell shady tomfoolery. At least you only bought some stinking jewelry and not one of those whatchmacallit boards."

Peach rolled her eyes. "So, what have you been up to?"

"Well, today has been a whole lot of work, let me tell you!" Toadsworth told her. "It all started when..."

As Toadsworth recollected the day's story, Peach glanced over to the mirror in the living room and noticed something... odd. In the reflection, a man with pale skin, purple eyes, and white hair was sitting on the chair. She had never seen him before, and judging by his outfit, he seemed to be well off, not the type of person one would see in a house like this, and she definitely didn't notice him when she entered the house. Confused by this, she looked over to the actual chair, but no one was sitting there. She looked back at the reflection and saw that he was gone.

"...so that's why I'm not buying from that shop ever again!" Toadsworth finished.

"Oh." Peach replied, having not paid attention to his story. "Well, I'm going up to my room."

"Alright, don't spend too much time up there, I'm making dinner." he told her as she went to her room.