A/N: So here I am, with yet ANOTHER project because I can't help it. Thank you so much to Captain Fantastic for agreeing to beta this. You're my hero. LiveLaughLoveReview.
-Livvy
I never believed in magic.
Ever.
While my friends made up fairy stories, I read trade exchange ledgers. While my younger brother, Nixil, talked to his imaginary friends, I asked my father's councilmen about matters of state. While other kids toyed with the ideas of Santa Claus putting presents under their respective trees, I outlined to my parents the various reasons the jolly, red-clothed icon could not reasonably exist.
That was the only thing I would ever believe in, I told them, reason; because reason was always... well, reasonable. You never blindly followed-- reason kept a logic-based progression of thoughts, of events, and any other person with half a brain would most likely see things the same way.
After making this glorious revelation at the age of seven, I attempted to explain my theory to Nix (who was five at the time); but unfortunately, he was (and remains) less enthusiastic about such things as I, which he showed by promptly flinging a pile of horse dung in my face.
Not exactly proper behaviour for the heir to the Kingdom of Cabot, perhaps-- but then again, as much as I have prided myself in my logic and sense, my brother has always found pride in his lack thereof.
Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Razia, Daughter of Their Imperial Highnesses, The Emperor Sangara of Cabot and The Empress Aine.
I know, I know--you're kicking yourself in the face right now. You thought I was a boy, huh?
It's all right. Most people do, at first, when they read my correspondence. They think it's strange that a girl is more responsible than a boy, that it's odd that I have more business sense than my brother. That it's not right, it's not logical. But that's where most people are wrong, see, where they lose the true meaning and beauty of reason. Just because something is different, doesn't mean it's illogical. It just means it's unique.
Like me.
However, my brother's disdain for societal restraint and my unusual and unbounded love for logic are not the subject of this story, really.
No, not really the subject at all.
See, remember when I said I never believed in magic? Notice how that's past tense? That's there for a reason.
What would you do if I told you that everything you've ever believed in, everything that you've ever taken for granted to be fact, was a complete and utter falsehood?
What would you do if I told you everyone you loved and trusted had been lying to you about a very large and actually quite essential part of your existence for your entire life thus far?
What would you do if I told you that you could never die?