Disclaimer: Again, I don't own the characters.
A/N: So this is chapter 1. I'm sorry that it's so short, I don't have the greatest attention span, and trying to make it longer would've just killed it. I'll try to make chapter 2 or 3 longer! Don't kill me please ^^ So anyways, here you go!
Mirana laughed and cooed as her family walked through the gardens of Marmoreal, where they were staying for two weeks. She was nestled in her mother's arms, her hazel eyes peering up curiously at the garden. One of her pale arms floated up to touch her mother's neck. Her mother looked down, her eyes shining, and cooed kind and adoring words that were incomprehensible to the little baby.
Walking alongside her parents and baby sister, Iracebeth fumed. Why did her sister get all the attention, and not her? It did not seem fair in the six year old's mind. As suddenly as Iracebeth had started to get more attention from everyone, it was whisked away from under her fingertips, by no other than her flesh and blood, Mirana.
"She will be a great ruler." Iracebeth heard her father murmur to her mother. The small girl's chest puffed out in pride. She would make her parents proud.
"Yes, our daughter will rule with her heart. She seems so kind and pure already." the fair-haired lady responded, staring fondly at the little baby that resembled her so well in her arms. Iracebeth deflated, her large head tinting pink. How dare her sister take the crown from her! The imaginary dark cloud over her seemed to grow, enveloping her the same way Absolem's mist from his hookah surrounded him; swirling, ever-changing.
She glared at her parents, crossing her arms over her small chest with a huff. They didn't even notice her! It was all Iracebeth could do to not throw a tantrum right then and there, which would most likely get her sent straight back to Crims. She held it in- because she was, no matter what anyone thought, enjoying her time in Marmoreal, and she was not going to let her sister ruin that for her.
As they continued through the garden, dusk settled upon the land, giving everything a darker aura. While she walked, Iracebeth got her delight out of swatting at the fireflies that lit up the night like little stars, trying to catch them between her cupped hands. She almost forgot about how she had lost the crown. Almost. It was still in the back of her mind, like an approaching storm.
Iracebeth wished she could stay in Marmoreal longer, to get away from everything else. To be six again. Little did the child know, but Marmoreal would be her downfall, in the end. It would also belong to the little white-haired baby in her mother's arms, along with the crown.
Mirana cooed again, looking over at her sister. Iracebeth just huffed and turned away, forgetting about the fireflies. It was her crown, not Mirana's. And anyone who disagreed, off with their heads!
A/N: Do you like it? Also, do you think this is going anywhere? Please let me know! Review?
Thanks again for reading this!
~Mirana