Ursula sat on her bed, playing with a doll. The doll was simple but it was her favourite the only thing her mother had left her. She could hear the screams of her step mother in labour echoing through their castle, her father had called her home from where she spent her days on the beach on the island they ruled.

Ursula was bored this had been going on for hours and her eight years had not taught her patience. Her father, Triton, came into her room, and stood there in the doorway staring at her. She looked exactly like her mother, long black hair, intense grey eyes. This sacred him, he had spent her whole life teaching her that magic was evil, but it was in her blood, pulsing through her veins. He often regretted not sending her away after he executed her mother, but she was his daughter. And soon there would be no issue; he would have a real heir.

Ursula noticed her father suddenly and jumped from her bed, and ran to him, wrapping her arms around him.

"Well daddy?" Ursula smiled up at him

"Soon dear." He smiled kissing the top of her head. He took her by the shoulders and pushed her away. He walked over to the window, surveying his kingdom. Ursula looked up at her father and went back to sitting on her bed, she wished she knew what he was thinking, and he was so cold and distant around her.

She loved her step mother, but she was not her real mother, that was something that would never change. Her mother had died when she was a toddler, her father used to tell her the story of how an evil enchantress had killed her mother during child birth to her sister Morgana. But now she was going to have a sibling, and they would all be a happy family. Ursula could not wait. The two of them were in silence listening, thinking of all this child would change.

Then they heard it a baby crying. Triton rushed away, Ursula followed cautiously. She tiptoed down the corridor hearing the laughter of her step mother, her father was cooing. Ursula stopped and peered through the door, there it was a small baby, wrapped in a blue blanket, with sea life embroidered onto it.

Athena, her step mother noticed Ursula hiding in the doorway and motioned to her, Ursula walked in slowly keeping perfect posture. Athena's auburn hair was spread out on the pillow, sweat gleamed on her face.

"Come meet your little sister." She smiled at Ursusla, raising her arms. Triton placed the baby in them. Ursula looked up at her father unsure, he nodded, and she climbed slowly onto the bed to be beside Athena.

Ursula, reached out and held her hand.

"What's her name?" she asked eyes bright

"I think, we will call her Attina" Athena smiled up at her Triton, he nodded in agreement, a smile spreading across his face.

"I must go spread the news." He smiled, and kissed his wife then their daughter on the head and left.

Ursula stared at her little sister.

"Today is truly blessed." She beamed with joy

"Soon waves will not be able to measure the number of days that we treasure ." Athena smiled kissing Ursula on her forehead.

"I want you to always remember that although I did not give birth to you, you are my daughter, just as much as Attina. Do you understand?"

Ursula smiled up at her, eyes brimming with tears. Ursula was so happy, her father had married just over a year ago and everything was now so much better than it had ever been.

Her father returned to see Ursula fast asleep on the bed, as Athena rocked Attina, and sang in front of the window.

Triton scooped up Ursula and carried her to her own room. Laying her gentle on the bed, he went and closed the curtains. Ursula awoke and stared at him.

""Night Dad." She smiled, curling into her blankets.

Triton approached her bed, and took from his pocket, a shell necklace.

"This was your mothers." He said coldly, kissing her on the head, he leaves quickly, longing to be back with his child and wife.

Ursula held the necklace in her hand, it made her feel electric. Putting on, she quickly fell asleep.

In the next eight years five more children were born to Triton and Athena, called Alana, Andrina, Aquata, Arista and Adella. And Athena was again pregnant. With each child Ursula was pushed further and further away, her room became further away from the rest of the family, at events she was pushed to the back. Ursula tried hard not to care, but a growing resentment grew within her. She locked herself away in books, and spent endless on the beach watching her siblings play from afar.

On the day the youngest daughter of Triton was born, Ursula was alone on the beach unwatched by guards. A purple cloud of smoke appeared before her, and Rumpelstiltskin appeared before her.

"Hello dearie." He smiled with his usually flamboyance.

"Who are you?" Ursula replied coldly, she was sixteen years old and was able to look after herself. While her little sisters, father and stepmother spent time as a family, Ursula had explored the castle, found books, read and read, taught herself how to survive on her own, and secretly learnt magic. She now knew her father had let her mother and sister die.

"I'm the Dark One, Rumpelstiltskin, I can see how powerful you are. And I want to teach you."

Ursula looked up at him, her cold eyes burning into him.

"I don't need help, I taught myself. So goodbye."

Ursula waved her hand and the imp disappeared. She saw in the distant her father rushing towards her. Ursula stood and met him halfway along the beach.

"I need you, I know you've learnt magic, and Ariel is dying, I need you to save her."

Ursula looked at her father, and nodded, clenching her jaw then sighed.

"I will go save your latest daughter, but remember all magic comes with a price."

Ursula disappeared in a puff of purple smoke, arriving in her room. She waved her hand, a cauldron and spell book appeared.

Ursula suddenly laughed. They needed her, after all this time, they needed her.

Ursula began flicking through the book, and arrived at a picture of a candle. This was perfect, she could do this, and she could make them all love her.