Sofia the First-

Disclaimer: I do not own Sofia the First, but I do own Evelyn, who is supposed be Sofia younger twin sister. I also do not own the song that is in this chapter.

Just letting you all know that some of the characters from the show may be acting a bit differently then what they should, but they are going to be like this for the story, so please just go along with the idea.

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Chapter 9- The Cost of the Keys

Keys hummed in my hands. I took a deep breath and headed towards the lowest window. I placed the key up against the window frame and turn the key. There was a small light that appeared through the frame. I had ushered all of them through the window, when the doorway opened up more. I had left through the portal, once we were through. We all fell through the doorway. The keys had never left my hands as we all hit the ground.

The grass wasn't just green, but it was blue and yellow as well. There was a pearly-white building. A place that looked familiar. It was almost like I have been here before. The building was a large castle. I sighed as I saw that we were currently in Magicia. The bright pink-red color sky meant that the sun was rising in the kingdom.

"I know this place. This is the Kingdom of Light; the current rulers are Queen Lorelei and King Artemis. They can help us…" I said running to the castle's main door. I pushed opened the door and I was greeted by a spear to my neck.

"How dare… Princess Evelyn?" the small voice asked. I waved my hand as my other hand pushed away the spear that was at my neck. "Please, all of you come in… Evelyn, when you disappeared… we were frightened… Oh, you poor thing… To have to be subjected to that horrible man. Darragon, he was so worried, and when your aunt and grandmother had been planning on bring your father back to become king…"

"He has my mom, Sofia, Amber, James and King Roland…" I said pulling on the platinum blonde hair woman.

"Yes, I know, I had seen your memories… But, right now, you are here, and they are safe," she said. "It's not like you had a feeling like something bad was happening today did you?"

"Yes, I had a bad feeling, this morning, just before Sofia, Amber, James, and their friends… There… there was a letter that King Roland had that I don't remember writing, but it was in my hand writing…" I said as I turned too looked at the family that was caught in this fight. "I am sorry; you all had to be brought into this. Even the royal family…"

I was seated with the Goodwyn, Winfred, Cordelia, Calista, and Cedric at a long oval table. I didn't want to have all them looking and facing me as though I was the criminal. I sighed as I looked back at the other royal families as they sat at their respected spots. I hated that I was the only one who wasn't here to help them. But I could do nothing.

Winfred and Goodwyn were a bit upset. Cordelia is holding Calista and what seemed to be strange was Cedric. Cedric stood near me, almost trying to protect me from the other members at the table. He glared at the other members at the tables, besides at his family as he stood. I didn't know why, but it felt as though he had done this for me before. It was comforting to me.

"We can't…"

"She has been…"

"Lore..."

"Every…"

"The war has go…"

Too many voices had started to talk. It was too much to for me. I quickly stood up and screamed. Not in fear, not in anger, but in frustration. Something just snapped and everyone's eyes landed on me. I hated feeling this, whatever it is.

"ENOUGH!" I screamed at them. "Right now, I don't care what any of you want. I just want my mom, sisters, brother, and dad!" I was breathing heavily. I wasn't sure how to deal with this. I felt like was being closed in and I wanted to be with my family. I wanted nothing to do with any of these…

"Evelyn," the voice was calm. I didn't hear the footsteps walking up behind me; I didn't notice the warm hand on my shoulder. The way it made me want to cry, cry in pain, frustration, and something that seemed to be foreign for me to understand, but something was there. "Evelyn." The voice called out to me again. I turned to glare at the person, only to see Cedric looking at me. I took a deep breathe, and looked around the room, only to see the others being effected by my empathic powers.

" PrincessEvelyn," someone called out empathizing on the word Princess. I turned to glare at the person who said that. "She is of royal blood…"

"Cedric doesn't need to use my pathetic title!" I hissed. "That title, the blood that runs through my veins! They have been nothing but trouble from the fucking start!" My hair, I know that it must be a mess and it doesn't help that I was tugging even more at the unruly hair. The makeup must have been smeared in the sweat and in the tears that seemed to be falling uncontrollably. I was just a mess and I know that the former Royal Sorcerer and his family must be feeling the same thing.

"Evelyn, you said that saw where they are…" Darragon said, speaking for the first time, since he got here.

"Yes, I saw them, I also saw my grandmother, Aunt and Cousin. They were helping him; they are in the castle of Magic. The kingdom that belongs to my bloodline," I said looking at him.

"There is no way for us to be able to get there without a key," he said looking at the table. His dark color hair was pulled back to reveal his golden-honey color eyes, the contrasted his olive tone skin color. "However, we may be able to get in the castle because it will recognize you as its heir… Drakkios, he had made sure that his heir would be able to exile the current occupants in the place out, but it could be dangerous. Evelyn you might die."

"It doesn't matter! I've died many times before…"

"But that was because of the spell that was on the house that you were currently at. This is something completely different…" Cedric said as his grip on my shoulder tightened. I shock off his hand and marched up the dark clothed man. His head rose in shock—no in fear of my sudden appearance next to the man. I slammed the keys that I had grabbed from the monster that I called Father, and slid them closer to him.

"Which key is it?" I asked, ignoring Cedric altogether. He looked confused at the question, and then looked back at the keys that had presented to him. He pick them up, grabbed my hand and said the one question that made my spine shiver in fear?

"La'tic Mao'ti-ois, ta-ok'ed Se-ecm re-orki." That one sentence that I didn't want to hear; I just felt sick, as he said that, and the others looked pale as the words fell from his face. "These keys are made from blood, and they were made recently," I translated for the others who did not understand what was spoken.

"Ni-imkat? Na…" ("Are you sure? How…") I asked him in the same language he had spoken. I couldn't finish the second question. I was sick, and I had hoped that the keys were not made from my family.

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Well, here is chapter 9. The keys, who's blood is the one that had created them? Was it the royal family, the royal steward? Princess Clio or Prince Hugo?

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