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A/N: This story can be read as a stand-alone story. Of course, it is part of the series I'm working on and technically begins in Chapter 8 of Unforgettable. Though it's only connected to the other stories by virtue of it taking place in the same 'universe'. Hopefully it's good.


Mere hours after she'd left the palace complex Magenta got on a train. A few words to a young lady working there had gotten her free tickets. Of course, Magenta didn't actually plan to go through with what she'd 'promised'.

As she left the platform at her stop she almost pitied that girl she'd tricked. Oh well.

There wasn't a train station in Quinnstown. The place she'd stopped was a larger town within walking distance of the smaller village she'd grown up in. In a few decades, Magenta figured, the village (mis)named Quinnstown would become part of the rapidly expanding urban area surrounding the almost-city she wandered through.

It was cold that day. This wasn't usual, since the sunlight never touched the side of the planet people lived on. But Mags was still used to Earth's warm weather.

Though she technically could walk to her hometown, she decided to take a bus instead. That way she'd get there sooner and avoid getting too cold.

Queen Dulcibelle had set up a system of buses all over the inhabited half of the planet early in her reign. That was one of her biggest projects.

After only a few minutes Magenta reached the town she'd spent her entire childhood in. She hadn't seen the place – or most of her family – since she'd gone to the city in the year 1209. That was about eight years ago.

This was going to be scary…

With a weary sigh she walked through the main gate. The town looked the same in most ways. Different kids played around the fountain in the market square and there were different signs hung up outside the mayor's office, of course. But those were just small changes.

Magenta quickly walked toward the house her family had owned for many years. It was made of old, slightly weathered brick and looked the same as always. Smiling, she all but ran towards it. Quite soon she stood just outside the front door.

The bright expression on her face fell when she realized they might not welcome her back. Save for a few simple letters, they hadn't said much to each other in quite a long time.

Biting her lip, she knocked on the door.

After a moment somebody opened it. That somebody happened to be a young woman with reddish-brown hair and a childlike face. She wore an especially glittery outfit that seemed to shine in the moonlight. It looked quite expensive, at least to Magenta.

"Cousin Pearl? My, you've grown," Magenta said with a laugh.

"Wait… Cousin Magenta?! Oh My God! Where have you been all this time? And where's cousin Riff? Mum said you've been in the city, but we haven't gotten letters from either of you since-"

"Calm down. I'll explain once I'm inside," Magenta said.

"Aw, can't you-"

"It is my house," Magenta pointed out.

"Our house," muttered Pearl. "It belong to all of us, technically…"

Then, though still complaining under her breath, she allowed her cousin to enter the building.

The front hall looked just as it had all those years ago when she'd left. Right down to the umbrella stand her maternal grandfather had brought back from one of his many adventures. Nobody had every seen an umbrella stand until he'd presented it too his family. Old Razanur Tuk was quite a legend in that town. Though being a direct descendant of his wasn't always the best thing.

"You know, Auntie Sapphire still wouldn't let anyone in that room you and Cousin Riff shared before you left. I still have to sleep with Emerald!" Pearl complained.

"You sleep with your sister?" Mags asked, though she knew that wasn't what Pearl meant.

"Hey! Not like that. I've got a boyfriend and a girlfriend already," Pearl replied

Magenta raised an eyebrow. "That sounds rather excessive. Don't you know that you're only supposed to have one relationship like that at a time?"

Pearl rolled her eyes. "Ha ha. You only say that because you're jealous. You don't have anyone, I bet. You never dated!"

"Oh, I did in the city," Magenta said, quite truthful.

"Who was it?" Pearl asked, eager for gossip.

"A wonderful young man," Magenta replied vaguely. "Though I'd rather not talk about it, since he's… gone."

The very thought of her dead brother made her want to cry. She knew she'd never see him again, and that made her want to just go away. To no longer exist. To disappear into nothingness and not have to be hear. To no longer suffer life's pain alone. Even good things didn't seem right. How could she bring herself to feel joy when he wasn't there to share such a feeling? Now that she wasn't looking after Janet – which really wasn't her business in the first place – she'd gone back to worrying about her late older brother.

"Mags… are you okay? I mean, you're crying…"

Magenta blinked, attempting to stop the tears.

"I'm fine, Pearl. Go find your mother and my Mother and… well, anyone else who's here. I need to tell them some things," she told her cousin.

Pearl nodded. "Okay."

Then, she ran into the nearby hallway. It led to almost every room in the house, that hallway did. Granddaddy Razanur had it specially designed. After all his travels he ended up with quite a bit of money. Well… enough money to build a very interesting house for his family and a statue of himself in the town square.

The memory of Granddaddy also brought Riff Raff to mind. Riff's full name was Razanur Satis. Of course, he hated that and always went by is nickname.

Magenta sighed dramatically. Hopefully this place would stop reminding her of her brother soon. It wasn't good to dwell on such things. She needed another distraction…


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