"Take care of your sister. She's the only one you've got…"
There were two little girls; one in white and one in red. They were sisters; the one in red was older and had a temper. The one in white was younger and had a kind heart. The two girls sat in the garden today, staring blankly at each other. The one in white was the first to crack a smile, while the one in red burst out laughing. They both failed their little staring contest which they had been going at for only moments. The children collapsed onto the ground in giggles, subconsciously praying no one would catch them in this improper state of behavior.
You see, these two little girls were the Princesses of Underland. Princess Iracebeth was the little girl in Red. Princess Mirana wore white. Iracebeth- or Racie to her sister- was favored since she was older. Mirana- or Mira to her sister and close friends- was left in the dust, only being noticed every few weeks. She was a talented young one, no one cared, was all. Except her sister, of course.
Racie cherished her like the most precious doll, which in a way, Mirana was. Mira was a tiny thing, no larger than an average 10 year old though she was 13. She was also very fragile, her bones brittle and breakable. She was one of the few in Underland born with an Aboveland syndrome- osteogenesis imperfecta, or OI for short. She had type 1, so she was relatively normal, just breaking a few more bones than usual. She also had a disease no one had a cure for, nor did anyone know what it was. It caused a weak immune system and she often vomit after meals, much to her parents disgust.
This accounted for most of the reason why her parents did not have much to do with her. The other was her appearance. They thought her ugly and discolored. Her hair was white as well as her skin. Her eyes were hazel and her lips red, but they both grew dark when she was angry. Her nails were black as midnight and her eyebrows were dark brown. Most of these were tell-tale signs of her unknown disease- the skin, the eyebrows, and the nails. The eyes and lips were what Racie worried about. They told of the Evil within the young one.
Racie knew she had Evil lurking in her heart, everyone has some. She didn't try to contain it. She lashed out at others, making them fear her. It gave her some respect. She didn't want Mira to become this way. So she told her kin about the dangers of the Evil in her heart, the things that could happen. She scared the girl so much that Mira was kind to everyone, not saying impolite word to even her worst enemies. Racie knew that Mira wouldn't be like her…and she loved the idea of it.
Mira was very careful of what she did so that the Evil wouldn't take over her. But she was abused to a point where she almost let all the Evil come out. She was abused physically, verbally, emotionally, and sexually by her mother and father. Sometimes the court would join in. By everyone, it does mean everyone. Even the Royal Hatter's oldest son, Travis, would watch. Mirana knew he didn't like that she was being hurt, but if he said anything, the same would be done to him.
"Racie, I want to go for a walk. Don't you?" the 13 year old girl asked. Her sister beamed and they stood, taking each others hands. They walked in the direction of Tulgey Wood, chattering on about nothing in particular, until they both bumped into someone. Well, two someones.
"I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" asked one of the boys.
"Watch where you're going!" exclaimed the other at the same time. The girls glanced up, about an inch each, and gasped at the boys in front of them.
In front of Iracebeth stood a young man who looked about 16 years old. His hair nearly reached his shoulders, but it looked nice. He was muscular and tall-ish, dressed in all black. His features were sharp and he was missing one eyes. The other eye was dark brown, nearly black as well. In front of Mirana stood a boy, about 14 years old. He was lean, but still a bit muscular like his friend. What caught her eye was the pale skin. It was exactly like hers. She was inclined to ask him if he was sick, but then noticed his hair. Oh my lord, that boy's hair. It was neon orange, sticking out in as many places as possible. His eyes were lime green and his eyelids were either teal or fuscia. It was an odd combination of colors, but they seemed to go together well. In Mirana's eyes at least.
"I-I'm so-sorry," stuttered the younger girl, unable to peel her eyes from the boy's face.
"How about you watch where you're going?" retorted Racie. She liked the guy she was looking at, but he was so rude!
"My name's Tarrant Hightopp. And you are…" Mirana gulped, trying to get a hold of herself.
"My name's Mirana."
"Your name…it starts with an 'M'. I've been investigating things that begin with the letter 'M'." Mira blushed profoundly and dropped her sister's hand.
"And my name is Illosovic Stayne." Tarrant mumbled under his breath, 'You've made a rhyme'. Mirana giggled and Iracebeth introduced herself with just a bit too much pride.
"My name's Princess Iracebeth of Crims."
"You're princesses?" asked both boys. Racie nodded and Mirana blushed. She didn't like being called a princess; she wasn't going to be Queen. Racie was.
"Yes, we are. Why don't you come by the castle some time?" The guys looked at each other and nodded, smiling. The girls turned and walked away, but once they were out of earshot, they laughed uncontrollably.
"You should've seen the way he was looking at you! It's obvious he likes you," Mirana stated.
"What about that Hightopp boy? He couldn't stop staring at you!"
"That's probably because I was staring at him, no doubt. He couldn't possibly like me ba- he could possibly like me."
"You were going to say the word 'back', weren't you? You're fond of him, Mira, I know it."
"And you're not fond of Illosovic?" Mirana inquired.
"I never said that," Racie whispered, blushing. And the two girls ran back to the castle, both wondering if it were possible that they had found someone they liked…
