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A/N- So, here I am, extra late, but still on the sixth day. I apologize: I didn't have this started, and I was at my friend's house. But I am here now! So, enjoy.

Pippa's Knight-

I don't think I can ever be close enough to her. Enough is never enough, and enough is all I really want. She is the personification of beauty and love, my private Aphrodite. Ever since I was called into existence, called by her need, purple was my favorite color.
She needs me.

I guess she doesn't need me anymore.
She thinks that I still think her beautiful, but she is tainted. She thinks I don't see her stunning violet eyes (always my favorite color) turn to the pale color of milk. She thinks I don't see the need in them, the need that she no longer shows me. She thinks I don't see the hunger, and her beautiful sparkling teeth lengthening to form fangs, as she sinks her teeth into a goat's neck.
She thinks I don't see her for who she truly is, but I do. I see everything about her, and I loved the girl (more than anything) who brought me forth.
I don't love the girl I see before me. She is not the same.

Where my once-beautiful princess is often on my mind, there is another. No, I will never love another girl as I love (loved?) my princess, but this girl is always second. She is red to Pippa's purple, and red has always been my second favorite color.
It is odd, because it was Pippa who created me, who created me to love her, to need her, and Pippa who captured my attention instantly. Her blonde friend (pale as ice and just as sharp) was of no interest with me; she was driven to extreme ends to prove her power. There was her gray friend, who was also beautiful (not nearly as much as the others, but pretty all the same), but she seemed to be practiced at directing attention away from her. Then there was the last. This girl was red and green and wary. She was not as beautiful, not as powerful, not as talented, but she held our destinies. Her hands, without her knowing, held our very fate, and she would look on them and she would smile.
I could tell.

It was Pippa who called me to these realms, but it was with her friend's power, her friend's talent, and her friend's loose and wild beauty. She was everything they were not, and she was everything they were.
And as I see myself losing her (roses are red, violets are blue?) I think of where my path will take me, out of this beginning (roses, roses, red, red roses), out of this garden (violets, violets, death white violets).
I think of where my path will take me, and I think of where 'the friend' will take me. For it was her magic that created me and it will be by her choice that I fall.

A/N- Well! I have 40 reviews!!! –dances the happy dance- You guys have given me immeasurable joy, and I really do keep going for you. Enjoy this chapter, I know I did.
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Scales.