This is the story of how I died, but don't worry, it's actually a very fun story and it's not just mine; it's also the story of my sister, Mabel, and it starts with a shooting star.
Now, once upon a time, a shooting star fell from the heavens, and from that star, grew a magic, golden flower. It had the ability to heal the sick and injured.
Centuries passed, and a hop, skip, and a boat-ride away, there grew a kingdom. The kingdom was ruled by a beloved king and queen, and the queen… well, she was about to have twins and she got sick… REALLY sick. She was running out of time and that's when people usually start to look for a miracle, or in this case, a magic golden flower.
My great uncle Stanford had discovered the magic flower years ago and had used it to cure him of the extra fingers he had since birth, but he could not share the shooting star's gift for it had been owned by a demon by the name of Bill Cipher, and the only way Great Uncle Ford could obtain the magic flower's power was to make a deal to never share it with anyone else.
My great uncle Ford's twin brother, Stanley, found out that he had been hoarding the flower and out of desperation, stole the flower to deliver it to the queen.
The magic of the golden flower healed the queen. Two healthy babies, a prince and princess, were born, both with golden hair. If you hadn't guessed already, those babies were my sister, Mabel, and me, and both my great uncles were related to the king and queen.
To celebrate our birth, our parents launched two flying lanterns into the sky, and for that one moment, everything was perfect… and then that moment ended.
When Bill Cipher found out what had happened to his precious flower, he threated my Great Uncle Ford's life unless he could steal at least one of us. Great Uncle Ford never wanted to separate us from our parents, but he knew his life was on the line. He decided, since we both had golden blonde hair, that it might have some of the flower's power in it, so in the middle of the night, he snuck into our bedroom with a pair of scissors. He grabbed some of my hair, but when it was cut, it turned brown and lost its power. So with no other choice, Great Uncle Ford stole Mabel and, just like that, GONE!
The kingdom searched and searched, but could not find my sister.
In order to keep me safe, my parents sent me off to live with my Great Uncle Stanley where we lived as commoners and ran a tavern together.
Meanwhile, deep in the forest, in a hidden tower, Great Uncle Ford raised Mabel as his own while Bill watched. Bill had his new magic flower, but this time, he made sure that Great Uncle Ford was determined to keep her hidden, but the walls of that tower could not hide everything.
Each year on our birthday, my parents would release thousands of lanterns into the sky, in hope that one day, their lost princess would return.