As I look up at the turrets of Ever After High, I feel the panic rise. A trait inherited from my beautiful mother whom I have never met. I was always told that her feminine humours were the cause of her nervousness and paranoia. I somehow doubted it, but who was I to gainsay the Priestess of Avalon. I was forever told that I was just a silly girl just like my mother. A silly girl that had to be spirited away in the night lest she be found out by the knights and ladies of the Court at Camelot.
If you are still unsure my mother is Gwenhyfar, wife and Queen to Arthur Pendragon. Sadly, Arthur Pendragon is not my father. Lancelot of the Lake is my father. I have never seen him either. So, yes, I am the daughter that was born out of wedlock to a disgraced Queen and the best friend of a King. I was brought to Avalon by Arthur's sister Morgan Le Fay. My grandmother ruled Avalon. She is Vivienne, Lady of the Lake. Yes, that same Lady of the Lake that bequeathed Excalibur to Arthur so he may unite all of Briton.
Maybe, you are wondering about my childhood? No mother and no father, just a grandmother that was far too busy to notice any of my goodness. It was confusing to say the least. I was reared to respect all views as it was and still is unclear of who I am supposed to be. Am I to be the next Gwenhyfar? I could be the next Lady of the Lake as my grandmother's daughter died in infancy. I could even be the next Lancelot. A rumor had reached Avalon, that Darling Charming, daughter of King Charming had awakened Apple White, daughter of Snow White. Hence, here I am at Ever After High. Vivienne had decided it was time I come out of hiding. That any stigma that may follow me would be long gone. Especially since another rumor reached us that Daring Charming had turned into some type of snow beast and was currently cozy with Rosabella Beauty, daughter of Belle from the Beauty and the Beast tale. Be that as it may my nerves were frayed. My mother's gift of panic did nothing for me. All it did was make me uneasy about my new life. Maybe, if it becomes too much I could call down a mist and hide. The trait given to me by my father but one he could never execute because he was a man served me well when I wanted to hide from Vivienne's wrath. Wrath was abundant during my childhood years. It slacked off the older I got. Finally, when I called down the mist for the first time, I was left to my own devices. I was no longer a disappointment to my family. But nor was I a blessing either. I was and still am just a mistake. I hope the others here do not see that too.