Disclaimer: Ever After High, along with its royals and rebels, is rightfully owned by Mattel. This work of fiction is written solely for the purpose of expression of fandom and for entertainment purposes.
The Princess Kia Stovehearth, on the other hand, is my Original Character. I own her.
Introduction
Destiny and Legacy and Identity
Ring Ring. I groaned as I woke up at the sound of my Mirror Phone. I pushed the snooze button. Ring Ring Ring. I squinted one eye. The silver moonlight dance with the wind by my curtains. Hex, what time is it?
Ring Ring. I looked at my phone. Oh, it was my mother the Queen, calling at… 5:00 am in the morning. I answered the phone and defeatedly put the phone on loudspeaker as I buried my sleepy face in the comfort of my pillows. "Good morning, mother dearest. What service may I be to you at this fine hour of 5 o'clock in the morning?"
"Drop that sarcastic tone, Kia. At least try being a proper princess, not just acting it out while at school," mother snapped. "It's even a miracle Headmaster Grimm accepted you with that un-princess combination of your identity," mother sighed as I rolled my eyes. "But I suppose you take it from me." I grimaced at that. I do take it from mother, as she did from her mother, and as grandmother did with her great grandmother. A royal line of secret rebels.
"Yet you still signed the Storybook of Legends, didn't you, mother dear," I yawned. "Can I just not sign it please, so we can test our hypothesis? There isn't even any proof people just go poof. I mean, that's not how stories work. That's against the magical laws. Let me just sleep through it. I don't want to sign anyway…" I started dozing off.
"Oh hush, daughter. As long as there is a margin of error, we can't risk your disappearance. I didn't, and I had you and your father. And so did my parents before me." I know. Our bloodline spearheads a secret research that investigates destiny. "You can continue researching, and hope that your daughter, hmmm, can do as she wishes. Now, isn't today Legacy Day? What dress do you have?"
I shot up at that. It didn't sink when I said it earlier, but oh my fairy fail, I did not shop for any dress, scrap that, I forgot to design a dress. The other side of the room was my research, development, and training area. On the center was my stove. My magic stove. I picked up my Mirror Phone and walked over. "I'll just wear one of my everyday gowns, I suppose."
"That won't do," mother mused, "Write down the code I will send to you. I'll send you one of my designs."
My phone made a beep. An email from mother. I smiled. From my desk, I pulled my Cookbook and started copying and scribbling the codes for the dress she is sending. Mother and I talked a bit. Finally, the code she sent finished downloading. I wrote the last lines. I ripped the page and fed it to the fires of the stove. As the fires slowly changed colors, and the glyph engraved on the top surface of the stove started shining. Above the glyph, the card was forming. After it finished loading, I inspected the card. On the backside was the glyph, the seal of our bloodline. On the front was the dress. The details are exquisite and beautiful.
I let the card hang in a radius around me, then I tapped it. The card dissolved into dust and circled around me, solidifying into the gown which was just codes a little while back. I inspected myself in the mirror. "Mother, beautifully designed, as always. Though it looks like a damsel in distress's gown."
"Your Father didn't raise you to be a damsel, and so did I. Now go and have a great Legacy Day, and a great year to follow."
And so I did.
Almost nobody signed the Storybook of Legends, and after that, nobody faded into nothingness. And I mean that, because we all remember not signing. Nobody was lost from our memories. We were all still solid as diamonds, fairy tales still alive and true. But there are still many mysteries about destiny, and there is still a whole year of adventures to follow. After all, he who steals destiny must be upset at this fairy fail, especially after Raven Queen returned to the fairy tales their fairy tales. And though he still have many destinies to feed on in his vault, he can't risk this more blatant uprising, more disastrous than last generations'.
Freedom for the many others like me who didn't sign, but for princesses who still want to 'follow their destiny' without understanding the real sacrifice of signing, their destiny will be collected and be forever lost in the Vault of Lost Destinies. And that is where the real destiny of Raven Queen is, buried under thousands and thousands of pages of destiny people have abandoned upon signing their Legacy. She signed, didn't she? To give the freedom she yearned so much to the world, she signed off her own.
Apple White can still have her own happy ending, at least she chose to follow her mother, not obtain it by signing that jinx of a contract. But poor Raven Queen, becoming more like the real Evil Queen. Not her mother queen, who herself never signed the Story Book of Legends. Raven is slowly drained of her real essence, and slowly becomes the Evil Queen who was vain, treacherous, and murderous. Until one day, she will no longer be Raven Queen, but the Evil Queen, the real, the first, from the original generation from a long time ago.
The tale I am telling is not a happy short fairy tale. This is a journey of trials and meaning. This is a story of identity and self-worth. This tale will redefine and reshape our world, as we learn that the true meaning of Happily Ever After is a fine line between legacy, destiny, and identity.
~~Next Chapter: Meet Kia Stovehearth~~
(A/N: This is going to be a very VERY long story. Think Percy Jackson and Harry Potter. I'm going to put my concepts up on tumblr. Gonna link it once I have a better internet connection.)
Hope you enjoyed this story!