How it all started(short)
Magenta was not in her greatest mood the sixth of November. Her master had told her earlier that day that they should have a new.. Servant, home in a couple of hours. She didn't like it. Master had those "servants" before. They weren't there for weary long – like 2 months if they were lucky. But every one of them always concerned up the whole castle before they leaved. And the master didn't like it. He got in he's poorest moods and if you disturbed him just a little, he could bring the whip. She shivered a bit of the thought of it. She took up the duster, and continued her duties. But not too long – the doorbell rang.
The first thought Magenta got of the red-haired girl, or the new servant, was "wow, she's young"
But then she looked a bit closer, and the girl just looked like 2-3 years younger. She introduced herself as Columbia. The voice was high-pitched. Really high-pitched. Columbia. Pfft. What a name. But then she realized that her name was Magenta. Like the color.
It took a while before Magenta started liked here. First she find her annoying, always run after her, when she didn't was with her master. Talked about earth things. And that voice... She couldn't stand it. And she had to share room with her. But it all changed, a half year after their first meet. Columbia ran into their room, distraught. Black eyeliner tears ran down her eyes, and Magenta couldn't ignore it. "What the matter, Columbia?" she said at the same time painting her toenails. Columbia sniffled, shook her head. While doing that, the short red hair locked like a.. Magenta tried to find the word... a lightening, odd enough. "Why shall I tell you? You don't like me anyway" she whispered miserable. Magenta felt a little stitch in the heart, and quit painted her toes. She glanced up, tried to find eye contact. "What have you got that from?" Columbia stared back "Oh Magenta don't be silly. I know that none of you…" she started cry again "like.. Me" Magenta didn't know how to answer. So she shut up. "Frank.. doesn't love me. I'm just a toy. "She sat down in her little read armchair. Hiding her face with her hands. Magenta stood up. A sudden anger appeared in her chest. "Columbia, you listen to me. Maste… Ehrm, Frank can be... charming to some people. But don't fall in love with him. Okay?" Columbia slowly nodded. Blew her nose in the pajamas. And then, she suddenly went up and gave Magenta a long hug. "Thank you" she slowly whispered.