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Does anyone know Jeanne's spirit? Please tell me!

(I know Hao is not in any of these, but he will be later. promise)

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Chapter 4

(Recap)

"You look just like… th-the iron maiden."

"The what?" Ok, these guys are weird.

The huge coffin made entirely of iron, which was sitting behind them, stared to open.

Out stepped a beautiful girl with long silver hair.

I gasped, "No, it can't be?"

"Sister?"

Everyone screamed at once, "Your sister!"

It was silent for what seemed like an hour, but only a few minutes had gone by.

She was the first one to speak, "I thought you weren't alive. I haven't heard from you in years after you left."

I just stood there, unable to speak.

"We cannot attack Jeanne's sister. We will have to retreat" one of them spoke formally but still in shock.

All the X – laws turned around and began to walk back in the direction they came.

Horo finally realized what was going on. "Your sister!"

FF

It was a long walk back, no one said a word. I guess I would act the same if the person I befriended was the sister of someone who was trying to kill me. What a reunion.

When we got back to Yoh's house everyone sat in the living room automatically. It was still silent for a while until Manta spoke.

"Jem, don't worry, we are still your friends and still trust you."

"Thanks Manta. . . I suppose I have some explaining to do." Everyone was starring at me with blank looks.

"Well, I'll start by telling you who I am, I am a" . . . I paused for a while. "I am a Russian princess.

Everyone looked either confused or shocked, I couldn't tell.

"I ran away, a while ago, after my family . . . well. . . I'll first tell you how it happened.

It was my thirteenth birthday and a ball was being held. . .

Flashback

"Jem, you really should get ready, your father hates when you're in here."

I sighed, "I know, but I love cooking and after tonight I will probably never get to cook again."

"Jem, I know you think it's the end of the world, but marriage isn't that bad."

"I know, Henry, but that's when you love them back. I just don't love him"

"He is a nice guy, just give him time."

"I've given him a year of time and he still doesn't impress me. He is too proper and he thinks so high of himself. I want someone wild, adventurous, rough, you know, fiery." I got lost in my own thoughts.

"I know, Jem, and if I could I would let you find someone on your own; but things just don't work like that. You just have to except fate."

I didn't notice Jeanne standing in the doorway.

"Jem, you're not ready! Father is not going to like this." Jeanne was dressed in a white ball gown. It was skinny at the top and then poofed out from the waist to the ground. It shimmered and was decorated with pearls. She wore her hair down with a white bow in the back. It went really well with her dark fuchsia eyes.

I gasped, "Oh, I'm late, Sorry Henry!"

"No problem, Jem. Enjoy the ball." He yelled after me.

When we were out of the kitchen Jeanne turned around. "You were talking with the cook again!"

"I know, Jeanne, but I love to learn how to cook new things and we never get too!"

"Because we hire people, Jem, don't you get it!"

"But I like talking with Henry, he understands me." I wined.

"Anyway, you need to get dressed; people are already arriving and will want to see us. Make sure Mirage doesn't disturb the dancers." She scurried to the ball room to greet the guests.

I ran to my room and changed into my dress. It was just like Jeanne's except it was black with a little purple. I tied the bow in my hair, just like Jeanne's only mine was black. I always dressed in black and Jeanne always wore white. It was so people could tell us apart, we are twins, and because I am the shaman of darkness and Jeanne is light. I am proud of what I am and always want to show it.

I walked out into the ball room. People were dancing and laughing while my mom and dad sat at the front of the room in their thrones, just like every other time.

My dad was out of his seat temporarily, dancing with Jeanne. (Like a father and daughter dance)I watched the people for a while dancing gracefully in their fancy clothes and gorgeous gowns.

"Enjoying yourself, Jem?" said a familiar voice behind me.

"Yes mother, I love watching all these people dance, they look like angels."

"I know, and they all came for you and Jeanne. I think you should get a dance with your father, Jeanne's been dancing with him for awhile." She whispered in my ear.

I felt a rush of cold air come in from the doorway. It is almost always freezing in Russia and with the guests coming in the doors, it made it really cold. As I was running to my father I caught a glimpse of outside. There were white horses with big carriages coming and dropping off more people. I got another brush of cold air. I shivered and then felt someone's arms rapped around me.

"I've been looking for you, may I have this dance?" A warm voice said from behind me.

I turned around. It was my father.

"Of course." I beamed.

While we were dancing my father began to speak.

"So, Jem, are you exited about marrying Damien?"

"I don't know, I guess. He is nice and sophisticated." I fake smiled.

"Don't worry I wouldn't put you with anyone you hate." He smiled down at me.

"The dinner is about to start, why don't you go and wait by your sister." He kisses me on the cheek.

"Ok father, bye." I looked back at him; he was still smiling a proud smile. I started to walk toward my sister.

End Chapter 4

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