Author's Note: This is a rewritten version of my first fanfic. Enjoy, and please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lunar Chronicles, which is probably a good thing.
Sybil Elise Mira hadn't always been evil.
She had once been part of a family. A loving mother, a father, and a brother who was twelve years older than her. A brother who looked nothing like her. She was said to look like her mother, whereas her brother looked like her father.
But one day, her brother was drafted to become a royal scientist, and they moved to Artemisia.
Sybil had always been unnaturally good with her glamour, even as a child. Her brother would look at her with astonishment as she glamoured herself into their mother, or a princess, or anything remotely interesting.
One day, in Artemisia, she mindlessly glamoured twenty people into clenching their teeth. Ten of those people were third tier thaumaturges, and Sybil was asked to become one. She could hardly contain her joy. No one would ever again talk about her brother, and his being a royal doctor. Instead, they would speak about Sybil Mira, thaumaturge.
When she first became a thaumaturge, Queen Levana started her with doing little things such as interrogating people and cutting off fingers if people wouldn't give information.
When she had been asked to be in charge of the shell draft, she had not declined, even though she knew their blood would be taken to create a deadly new disease. When she ripped a baby out of it's mother's arms, she had only felt a twinge of guilt. Besides, she reminded herself. The baby wasn't a real person. It was a shell, and Sybil was only doing her job.
Then one day, her brother's wife had a baby, who was confirmed as a shell. Her brother begged her not to take the baby while his wife gave Sybil the baby, as if it were some kind of rodent, and not her daughter.
Sybil Mira rose quickly through the ranks, and before she realized it, she was killing people without giving a thought to it.
She, Sybil Elise Mira, was a murderer.
One day, she placed her niece on a satellite, and made her the Queen's hacker for over nine years. She didn't even think about it until the girl escaped.
Here she was, lying on the ground, being murdered by the missing princess. Her brother, Sage Darnel, was dead because of her, and now she was dying.
It seemed only fitting. After all, the apple never falls far from the tree.
Why was it that these memories chose to haunt her now?
A laugh escaped her lips, along with hatred for Linh Cinder. That girl was the reason all of this was happening, and one day, she would pay.
If not by Sybil herself, then her daughter.
Her daughter. A girl she hadn't seen since the day she was born. Who didn't know her own mother, but who also had an unnatural ability for glamour. Oh yes, Linh Cinder would pay. Someday, somehow. And how Sybil would laugh.
"What-what pretty birds!" she managed to say before she fell into a long, deep, sleep, otherwise known as death.