Jessica's P.O.V.
The forest by my house was beautiful at this time of year. I picked a daisy, only for a scream to pierce the air. I looked back at my home, and more screams came. I sighed. The screams were the reasons I had been sent out of the house. My father didn't want me to be scared. But I still was; what if something evil came out of mum?
Finally, hours later, Hannah, the housekeeper, came out of the house. "Jessica, your mother wants to see you." I ran inside before she had even finished her sentence. My mother's screams guided me to the room where she was. My face drained of blood when I saw her. Her skin was pale and trembling, her eyes were staring into space, and there was blood on the sheets beneath her.
"Mom?" I asked, my voice cracking with fear. Her eyes flickered over to me. She held up her hand and motioned to me. I crept towards her, shaking uncontrollably.
"Jessica, I need you to promise me something." I nodded, scared of what she would say. "You need to look out for yourself. Your father can be a good person, but he just doesn't know how to raise a child. I know you're only seven, but I want you to live the way I won't be able to." She cupped my face, and tears poured out of her eyes. I shook even harder.
"Mom, what are you saying? You'll be here. You're going to stay." I barely whispered the last words, almost not believing it myself.
"I'm afraid I won't be here much longer. Jessica, I want you to survive. Please." My mother's hands slipped from my face, her eyes closed and her breathing began to slow immensely. I began to panic.
"Stop it. Mom, wake up! Wake up! MOM, WAKE UP!" I screamed. Hannah tried to pull me away, but I clung to my mother's body. Tears ran down my face and I shake her body, but nothing happens as her breathing gets slower and slower until it stops. "No! NO!" Finally, Hannah pries me away from my mother's body. "Why? How?" I croaked, looking at Hannah. Her eyes fell on the bundle in the maid's arms. A tiny hand emerged from the blankets. Instantly I understood. I grabbed the dagger my father had given me and tried to stab the baby that had taken my mother. Hannah grabbed me from behind and pulled me back, but not before I saw the baby boy in the maid's arms. He had my mother's light blond hair. I thrashed but Hannah refused to let go.
"Jessica, what are you doing?" I turned and saw my father in the doorway, his red eyes staring me down. "You've got to step up now. You're the woman of the house." I put my dagger away, but the moment Hannah released me I ran. Away from the house, away from my baby brother, away from my father, away from the pain. I ran until I reached the cliff by the ocean. Once there, I cried. I cried and cried until my tears ran out. When they were gone, I wiped my face till it was free of the tears.
It was all his fault. That stupid baby. What did mom have to have him? If it hadn't been for the stupid baby boy, mom would still be alive. I hate him. "I HATE HIM!" I screamed. My voice echoed out the coast, and mixed with the splashing of water, made it sound more and more sad and desperate. But now that I thought about it, it wasn't just the baby; it was my father's fault. I had heard him arguing with my mother a year ago. Wanting another child, a boy. "He wanted a stupid heir. Someone to give his stupid dark kingdom." I whispered to myself. Realizing this, I wanted revenge.
I spent hours on the cliff, plotting, thinking what I could do. Finally, Hannah came and brought me back home. She set me to bed, but I sat awake for hours, listening to my father croon over my baby brother. "Lloyd, my son. My true child, my heir." I gripped the sheets in my fists, anger taking over. That night, I put a note on my bed before I left my home.
If you're reading this, then I am gone. Do not look for me, you'll never find me. Good-bye.
-Jessica
I dashed for the forest beyond my vision. They called it Dusk Forest because all you could see was the mist. But I had gotten closer than anyone else; I had entered it. I made my way to the forest, and went to its center. Spirits of the dead roamed, but I smiled and greeted them. In turn they became their more solid forms. The children danced around me happily, while the adults smiled and waved. One was waiting for me. My best and only friend, Rose. She led me to their leader, a spirit-man who had amazing powers. His face reflected the sadness in my heart.
"Jessica Garmadon. What has plagued you this time?" He whispered.
"My mother, the only one to ever care, is gone. My father and new brother are the ones who have done this. Please, help me get them for this wrong." I said, but he shook his head.
"I cannot. That is not something worthy of punishment."
"But my father is the Dark Lord, and my brother is his heir. Train me, and I will take them down, saving hundreds from their darkness. I beg of you." I whispered. He turned away, and when he looked back there were tears in his eyes.
"I will. But promise me that you will never misuse your powers for selfish intentions." I nodded, the same way I had to my mother only hours ago. "Then we must begin your decade training." A great smile flew to my lips. My father and brother would need to watch out, because their fate of death at my hands was written in stone.