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Angel

Prelude

Angel - noun, a person who performs a mission of God or act as if sent by God; a person having qualities generally attributed to an angel, as beauty, purity and kindliness

It was raining.

It was raining.

And she was lying on the ground, her white cowboy hat covering her stormy grey eyes and white hair. She was pretty, with features almost identical to her mother's, a blooming rose. White, of course.

'It wouldn't do for a princess to wear a different nation's color.'She mockingly thought.

Not wanting to get her clothes dirty, she got up and walked back to the castle. Her boots sunk into the ground with each step she took but, oddly enough, they remain white. Everything about her did. Not a smudge of dirt or grass could be seen on her pure white button up shirt. Nor her silver west and her checkered pants. Her mother had tried to get her to wear the dresses that she had adored as a child, even going as far as to ask the Mad Hatter to make her a dress. She didn't care, she liked her clothes.

As she neared the entrance, a dark figure ran pass her. Even from behind, she could tell it was Ilosovic Stayne. Only stopping briefly to wonder where the guards were, she continued to her destination. And walking through the doors, she saw Mirana lying in a pool of her own blood. Her face was quickly paling.

And she just stood there. Staring. She didn't care, after all, they rarely spoke to each other. And when they do, Mirana was always nagging her. That was all she could remember her doing for the past 14 years of her life. She didn't understand it. Why Mirana nag her everytime she did something inappropriate. Like the time she threw a vase at a prince to see if he would run and scream like a girl. Or that time she set a curtain on fire and threw it at another girl her age. Needless to say, she didn't have many friends. She always felt the need to crush something, to see something suffer. This scene should be amusing to her.

So she stared, confused. Because she can't for the life of her figure out why the place where her heart should be is clenching so painfully.

Talking. Someone was talking... loudly.

It was annoying really. And with a resigned frown, she opened her eyes. Immediately being assaulted by different shades of green, she figured her location must be somewhere in forest. Hearing the voices still talking, she went about to locate the voice. Her gaze soon landed on two familiar flowers talking to a young brown haired girl. And in an instant she remembered which forest she was in and why everything was so familiar. Though there remains one problem, she have never been to this part of the forest and thus does not know the way back to Marmoreal.

She quickly decided to ask for directions from the three who still have not noticed her. Concluding that there was no point in standing there all day and seeing how they clearly are not done talking anytime soon, she strolled with purpose towards them. As she got closer, the features of the little girl became clearly. Long bushy hair and beautiful green eyes. She can't help but seem familiar to the white head. Realizing that taking one more step would be getting to close for comfort, she interrupted them.

"Pardon me."

"-and you see this is Underland and-"

"Pa-"

"-oooh, you're such an adorable child, Alice-"

It was no use. They just kept on talking. However she can't help but think the name Alice sounds familiar. Sighing, she reached out and put a hand on Alice's shoulder. She looked back, staring through the white haired girl. The flowers finally stopping and doing the same. Alice crinkled her eyebrows, thinking it was her imagination she turned back, continuing the conversation with the flowers. Our princess on the other hand was shocked. With a dejected look, she started to wander off on her own.

Stumbling into a clearing, she found a girl crying. Even from where she stand, she could tell the girl was trying to be quite. She was wearing a white puffy, long sleeved dress, the exact type that she had refused to wear as a child, and looked around 13 years old with white hair.

She must be from Marmoreal.

Figuring she's got nothing to lose, she started to walk closer to the crying girl. As she got near, the girl lift up her head and she gasped. And thus our protagonist found herself staring into the hazel eyes of her mother.