Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters.
Warning: This story is rated M for later chapters. There is cheating, alcohol abuse, neglect, mental games, and other things that are just used for the purpose of the story. If you feel that you don't wish to continue any further I understand. However, please don't flame me. I am only using these for the basis of the story nothing more, since I don't agree with them.
Chapter One
'No! No! No! No! This can't be happening!' The blonde female cried in frustration as she pushed the papers off her desk. 'How could he pick her,' she grabbed the vase on the end table beside her and hurled it against the opposite wall, shattering it to pieces and making a mess as water and flowers scattered all over the place.
Lightening cracked and illuminated the dark night sky, thunder reverberated and drowned out her screams of frustrations. She didn't understand why he had picked her, when she had already showed her interest and claimed him as hers. Lily must have bewitched him and put him under a spell, seeing that she was a witch. She wanted to run out and go and crash their wedding, but her father had forbid it and told the household that she was not allowed to leave. Which was outrages, she was his eldest and most capable of leading the company with Julian, not her sister. Why did they prefer Lily's happiness over her own? She grabbed books from the bookshelf and threw them in anger.
There must be something that she could do, she thought in exasperation as she once again screamed. Because the thought of their wedding brought new found anger. 'Ahhh!'
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The maids on the first floor landing jumped in fright as they heard the banging and screaming. The young female with light brown hair and eyes timidly asked her older counterpart, 'Maybe we should go and see if she's alright?'
'Amistad, you know that we are not allowed to do that,' the older woman, her mother, told her. 'We should let her calm down first.'
'What if she hurts herself,' Amistad worried for her master's safety.
'Don't worry, there is no way that she would harm herself,' her mother reassured her.
'But,' she looked up at the second floor, her brows knitted together in worry.
'I understand, I feel for Lady Rose, but it wasn't Lady Lily's fault that she wasn't chosen,' her mother offered a small sad smile and jumped as something loud and heavy came crashing down and Lady Rose screamed.
'What was that?' Amistad took two steps up, before her mother grabbed her hand.
'I am not sure, but maybe we should just go and let her catch her breathe,' her mother lightly tugged on her hand. She was afraid that if Lady Rose saw them, she would take her anger out on them.
Amistad's lips turned down at her mother's refusal to ascend and see if everything was alright. 'I'll go myself,' she told her cautiously as everything upstairs went silent and all that could be heard was the raging storm outside as rain splattered hard against the windows as howling wind redirected it against the house. 'It's silent upstairs, I am afraid something happened to her.'
She released her daughter's hand as she began to slowly go up the stairs, 'Be careful,' she warned.
Amistad nodded, 'I'll be back soon,' she reassured her.
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After over turning one of the shelves, Rose stood in the middle of the over turned room and looked at the chaos her had created. Her electric blue hues landing on a shattered frame which contained a picture of Lily and herself, taken about a year ago before Julian appeared in their lives and caused the rift between them. As she studied her sister, she continued to question why he choose her. Lily wasn't as beautiful as her, she was plain Jane with nothing to offer but a part of their parents' company. Rose could offer the same, plus so much more. She had brains and beauty that made men putty in her hands. She studied her brilliant blues eyes that popped, her soft blonde hair that cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, her milky white skin that was a radiant as the moon and of course her perfectly sculpted figure. She was perfection in human form, she praised herself as she admired her own beauty.
Therefore, she didn't understand why he picked Lily and her soulless dark brown beady little eyes, dark brown skin from long exposure to the sun, black hair that was wild, untamable and frizzy. Her body was as curvaceous as a broom wearing a dress and her mind childlike and innocent. She reached down and grabbed the offending picture, 'Argh,' she threw it across the room against the door.
'Fine,' she inhaled and exhaled deeply as she tried to calm down. 'If they want each other so badly, they can have each other but I am not going to let them be happy,' Rose grumbled.
She began to look though the mess of debris and books for a specific and special book. Years ago she had met a particular woman, whom said that if she ever needed anything to say the magic words and call out her one desire. Of course, she never believed the mad woman, but that didn't mean that it was going to stop her from trying. Inside a book of fairytales, Rose had hidden the slip of paper that the woman had given her. 'Where is it,' she grumbled in frustration as everything today wasn't going the way she wished. She threw the useless books over her shoulder as she continued to look her for prize.
Once she'd find it, she'd chanted the spell, ask for her darkest and deepest desire and see if the woman was real or a hack and she a fool for believing her. She finally found the book sticking out from underneath the fallen shelve. She snapped it up and hurriedly flipped through the pages to find what she was looking for. Between white crispy pages, she found the worn yellow sheet of paper. With a trembling hand, she reached out to grab the paper, dropping the book and carefully unfolding it. She silently read over the delicate handwriting once over before she began to read the words out loud.
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Amistad jumped when the storm outside grew louder as it got closer, at the same time Lady Rose began to speak in a foreign language. Not being able to make out what she was saying, she pressed her ear closer to the door and tried to listen. There was a pause as if she were thinking or trying to figure out how to pronounce the next word. 'Lily Frost, the fairest of us all,' she mocked, 'I curse you with the worse thing imaginable. That your first born daughter be as hideous as you are fair.'
The mansion rattled as the thunder boomed directly above them and Amistad gasped in fright. She almost screamed as Lady Rose threw another tantrum and a book crashed against the wooden door. Amistad whirled around and ran away before she was found listening. Flying down the stairs, her mother's frowned deepened as she saw her, 'What happened? What's going on?'
'I,' she didn't know what to say or what to believe. However, she knew that she needed to do something. Without another word, she took off through the house, out the back door, into the giant garden and head first into the woods. Water crashing hard against her soft pale skin, soaking through her attire and pressing her light brown hair against her. She ran deeper through the woods, in search of her grandmother's house. A gift for her years of service to the Frost family and a way to remain close to the family that cared for her as she did them.
'Grandma,' she cried out as she saw the small house in the distance and slumped as she slipped and fell into the puddle of mud before her, crash landing face first into it.
Struggling against the slippery and wet dirt, she finally got up and continued to weave her way through the trees as her destination neared. 'Grandma,' she cried out again. 'Grandma,' she reached the small house and knocked on the door with urgency. 'Grandma! It's me, Amistad!'
A woman deep in her seventies with silver gray hair opened the door, 'Child,' she looked down at her wet and soiled granddaughter.
'Grandma, something horrible has happened,' she managed as she stepped inside out of the wild storm.
'I'll go get you a towel, some tea and you can tell me what happened,' she told her granddaughter.
'No,' she grabbed her thin and bony hand, 'this can't wait. Lady Rose has done something terrible,' she still found it hard to believe let alone explain. The words were coming out of her mouth, but she only thought she sounded crazy as they were spoken. 'I think that she placed a curse on Lady Lily.'
'A curse,' her grandmother was about to ask her if she had hit her head too hard, but paused as she lost herself in thought.
'Grandma?'
'It's a possibly,' she recalled her sister's visit years ago, she turned and walked down the short hall to her small study. 'I have a feeling that what you say is true, your Great Aunt might have something to do with this.'
'Great Aunt Mai,' she asked puzzled, 'but we haven't seen her in ages.
'True, last time you saw her was when you were five or six when she showed up out of the blue, as all her visits were. The last time that she was here, you might have been with your father, visiting for summer vacation,' she explained. 'Anyhow, she came in on a whirl wind of wonders. Claiming to have learned about witchcraft and all it had to offer. Of course, I told her that she was crazy and that magic of any sort didn't exist. She tried to prove me wrong, but I didn't believe any of her hogwash. That was until she cured Lady Lily of a terrible illness that no one else seemed to be able too. Once I believed, she asked me to go away with her so that I could learn with her. I, to her dismay, refused. Lady Lily and Lady Rose were like my own grandchildren and I couldn't leave the Frost Family behind, it would have been too painful. Plus, you and your mother were here too,' she added.
'If all that is true, what do we do?'
'There is nothing that we can do,' she grandmother frowned, 'to stop it. However, we might be able to change it.'
Amistad was confused, 'We have to stop it, otherwise Lily's first daughter will be hideous. We can't just change it.'
'I am sorry, but that is not the way these things work,' her grandmother saddened. 'However, we can change the spell so that it is not everlasting. Nevertheless, the child will still suffer a great ordeal before the spell is broken.' Her grandmother looked up at her, 'You are going to have to help this child, Amistad.'
'What, how,' she didn't know how she was supposed to help her or what she was supposed to do.
'Like I said, the curse can not be stopped, but until it is broken she will need you by her side to support her,' her grandmother offered a soft smile as she turned back to her desk to look for something. After a moment, she found an old worn out small leather bound book.
'But,' she wanted to protest. However, the thought of a small and innocent child left and abandoned because she refused to help upset her. 'I'll do it.'
'That's my girl,' she flipped through the book until she found a counter spell in the book her sister had given her. 'I fear that by the time she arrives, I won't be. Therefore, you must promise me that you will take good care of her.'
'Yes, Grandmother, I promise,' she turned to the small window and watched as lightening flashed and thunder rumbled over the small house as if binding her fate to the unborn child.
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Something was wrong, Rose could feel in her bones and she needed to leave and figure out what had happened. She made her way through the rubble of books, broken glass and office supplies to the door. Keen sense told her that after she threw the last book against the wooden door, she had heard a soft gasp followed by light hurried foot steps. Had one of the maids heard, she asked herself as she reached for the door knob to turn and open the door. Making haste she headed down the hall to the staircase leading downstairs. Coming back from the kitchen was the oldest maid, Lisa, whom shifted nervously as she looked back to the kitchen with worry present in her large brown hues. 'Lisa,' she called out to her, startling her and causing her to jump.
'M-m-m-miss,' she stuttered as she turned to look up at the beautiful blonde standing midway down the stairs.
'Why are you so nervous,' she questioned as she studied the older woman.
'No, reason,' Lisa shook her head. 'Worried, we heard a lot of noise from upstairs,' she tried to cover the fact that her daughter had run off.
Rose looked around and notice something missing, better yet someone, 'Amistad, where is she?'
Lisa stiffened as she asked about her daughter, 'She's in the bathroom,' she eyes shifted as Lady Rose's bight blue hues pierced her's.
'You're lying,' she walked down the remaining flight of stairs and stood towering over the frightened woman. 'Where is she?'
'I don't know, she just took off into the woods. Maybe she went to see her Grandmother,' she offered as she pulled back from the imposing woman.
'Her Grandmother,' she looked out at the raging storm, why would she go see her grandmother in this storm? Then it hit her like a cold wave as she remembered the woman who gave her the paper was the younger sister of Lisa's mother. 'Damnit,' she cursed as she took off.
'Lady Rose,' Lisa followed after the blonde as she bolted in the direction of the kitchen and to the back door. 'Lady Rose, you can't leave,' she tried to reach out for her, but the younger woman was faster and slipped her grasp.
'I will do as I please,' she yanked open the door and ran out into the storm.
'It's dangerous,' she called out, but came to a halt in the entryway. 'Please come back!'
Rose wasn't listening, there was no way she was turning back without knowing what Amistad and her grandmother were up too. However, destiny was less than welcoming. Just as she neared the woods lightening flashed over head and came hurdling down upon her. Stopping her in her tracks as her body was stuck by an unimaginable amount of natural electric energy. Her vision doubled before it began to fail and she felt herself become weightless as she fell backwards towards the ground. Her mind processing her life, in its last few seconds of awareness and making her realize that she still had more to accomplish and live for. Before the darkness fully consumed her and she body slammed into the ground she heard her name, 'Lady Rose!'
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A: Wow, this was an intense chapter! I am glad I am not Lily or Rose (even if she deserved it).
Am: But what of the child? How could you write something so cruel?
A: Because I'll have you there to help and guide her, Amistad.
Am: Still, I can only imagine what you will make this child go through. (Amistad frowns and shakes her head sadly.)
A: (The author feels bad for Amistad, but knows that it is all for the story.) Well, (author clears her throat) this has been an interesting chapter, which sets up the story nicely. Our main characters haven't yet to appear, but please bare with me and I hope to see you soon.