Disclaimer: Obviously I own none of the characters, only the writing, and bits and pieces of the plot.
A/N: This was conjured up last night at around midnight, so that's partially why it's so short. Also, it's just the prologue. I'm already almost done with Chapters 1 and 2, and I've finished Chapter 3. Yes, I work in an erratic order. Anyways, Enjoy! :3
Red splashed on white, blood of a dove; Crims and Marmoreal.
What people seemed to have forgotten, though, is that red and white make pink. They blend; no huge difference can be found.
The two sisters weren't always so different, so stark in contrast.
Iracebeth was not always the "Bluddy Behg Hid" we know now. She was never like her sister; but she was not always sinister, was not born with Evil prowling inside her, hiding in the shadows of the soul. She started with the bit of badness and the bit of goodness, and the whole lot of muchness that every child starts out with. It was Life, and Time that helped Evil to grow, to blossom, enveloping her under its shadowy wings. It overrode her, consumed her, gnawed away at her core, blocking out light and reason, until she fianlly had to succumb to the darkness. From there, no return was possible.
Mirana, dear, sweet Mirana also has her flaws. Evil nor Good did not consume her alone. She forced Good upon her, as she could feel Evil lurking; in the empty corridors, the quiet rooms, the dark of night. She pushed herself too far into the light, much too far for anyone to go. Evil never does leave one's soul, though. It's still there, waiting until Mirana breaks, like a porcelain doll.
A/N: So, what do you think? Hopefully, I'll add chapter one soon. Review please?
Thanks for reading this!
~Mirana