Hey guys! It's been awhile hasn't it? Well, here's a new story. Some of you who have read my Hesitate series and When Wings are cut may remember the name, Ninalia, but I assure you, this story has no relation to those at all. This is actually the story that inspired Hesitate, but I never got around to writing it. I hope you enjoy this one!

It was the year of 2012 in the 18thX dimension. Four 17-year-old girls were training in the dojo, as per usual, but today, it was slightly different. One of the girls, the youngest, was fighting for a completely different reason.

Isabella, a young girl with natural pink and blue short-cut hair and amber eyes, stood on her corner of the mat. She was sweating something terrible and almost out of breath as she faced her older sister, Carmen, the second oldest who had natural pink and black hair in a ponytail. She took a split second to look over at her two other sisters, Micah, whose hair was bright orange and in pigtails, and Ninalia, whose hair was multi-colored and shoulder length. Ninalia gave her a small nod in support. Isabella nodded back and gripped her knives tightly. With speed and grace, she pounced into the air and flipped, landing behind Carmen, who turned quickly, swiping at her sister with her dagger. Isabella dodged and blocked every swipe and managed to cause a slight cut on Carmen's arm. This surprised her, Isabella noticed with a smirk. She dropped and spread her leg to trip her sister, not expecting the result.

Carmen, as she fell, grabbed hold of Isabella's ankle and pulled on it harshly, causing her to fall as well. This gave her enough to roll on top of a struggling Isabella and pin her to the floor. The two heard a whistle and Carmen stood, holding a hand out to her young sister, which was denied as Isabella stood herself. All four girls took their places kneeling on the mat. Their father, Coro, walked in front of them, stopping at the oldest.

"Ninalia," he said, "very good. You showed exceptional leadership and very agile movement." He moved to Micah. "Micah, you have gotten much quicker and stealthier. Well done." He moved to Carmen. "Your concentration was very well put together, Carmen. I'm very impressed." He then moved in front of Isabella. She looked up at him with expressionless amber eyes. "You were too sloppy, Isabella. Your movements were predictable, your attacks were weak, and you have no self-control." Isabella's fists clenched and she looked down at her knees. She felt the stares of pity from her sisters and gritted her teeth. "I would have expected much better from you after you requested the duel. I'm disappointed." Isabella had to bite her tongue to not say anything, but it was difficult. "You're all dismissed."

The girls left the dojo and separated. Ninalia walked into her bedroom. Micah went to the small library. Carmen watched Isabella walk towards the family's portal. The portal gave the girls power to enter other dimensions, though Isabella was never allowed such privilege. Isabella stared at the portal silently, her fists clenched and her eyes welling with tears. She hated how much her father detested her. He was always refusing her certain things and saying so many insults. Her fists began to shake.

Carmen walked over to her sister and put a hand on her shoulder. "You okay, Izzy?" she asked hesitantly. Izzy looked up at her, making a tear fall down her cheek.

"I'm absolutely peachy, Carmen, what do you think?" she spat in anger. Carmen sighed and put her hand on the top of Isabella's head.

"Don't take it too hard," she said with a small smile. "Father will be father. He's strict. You know that." Isabella scoffed and knocked Carmen's hand away.

"Don't give me that," she said as she turned away. "He hates me and you know it. Not like you would understand, especially with how he spoils you guys." Carmen glared.

"That's not true and you know it, Izzy," she growled. Isabella rolled her eyes and turned back towards her sister.

"Oh, really?" she asked, her anger growing. "He's always telling me how pathetic I am. He always looks down on me. He never lets me out of the palace. He always tells me how he wishes I was never born. Worst of all, he always compares me to you!" Carmen's eyes widened as she looked at Isabella's amber eyes, which were beginning to grow red, but it faded. Isabella looked away and wiped her tears away. "Whatever. It doesn't really matter, does it?"

"Isabella!" their father called from the door of his dojo. Isabella looked over at him with her arms crossed. He gestured her over with his finger and she swallowed nervously and started walking over to the dojo.

…..

Isabella was on the floor, blood dripping from her bottom lip. What had started as a normal conversation had rapidly turned into an argument. Isabella had said something along the lines of, "How can a man of honor hate his youngest daughter?" and he had struck her in return. She pushed herself off the ground and wiped the blood from her lip. "Feel better?" she asked bitterly, returning the vicious glare her father was giving her.

"You are utterly useless, you little brat," he growled lowly. "I knew you were going to be a problem after you killed your mother."

"I didn't kill her, you bastard!" Isabella shouted in anger and frustration, earning yet another strike to the face. She stayed standing as she held her jaw in pain. Her fists clenched tightly and she turned her face to her father once more. "I…I hate you. I hate you… so much."

"Well than," Coro said with a twisted smirk, "now you'll understand how I feel, you ungrateful little bitch." Isabella snapped and, quick as lightening, let her fist fly and struck her father across his temple. He stumbled back as she ran out of the dojo, blood on her fist and chin. Carmen looked at her in worry as she ran past her and towards the portal.

"Izzy!" she shouted, going after her. Isabella didn't stop. She ran towards the portal and, just before Carmen could grab her, she jumped.

…..

Isabella woke up in a daze. She heard all sorts of noises such as what she had studied to be called car horns. She opened her eyes and found herself sitting in an alley. She stood, shaking her head dizzily. She looked around the space and started walking towards the end of the alley slowly.

"Where are you going, baby?"

…..

Coro stood in the hospital room next to his wife, Marissa. He looked over at the four little beds that held his new daughters. His eyes slid to the one who had just been born minutes ago. She had little sprouts of pink and blue hair and was sucking away at her thumb. Coro looked back over at Marissa and grabbed her hands. She looked at him weakly.

"C-Coro…" she said softly, "please… take care of them. Love… them." She closed her eyes and Coro's eyes widened.

"M-Marissa? Marissa?!" Doctors began rushing into the room and pushing him out, along with the four babies. He grabbed the shoulder of one of them. "What's wrong with my wife?!"

"Sir," the doctor said, "your wife has suffered a break in her uterus in a very difficult place to fix it. I'm afraid… we won't be able to save her." Coro gasped lightly and stepped back. The doctor turned and went into the room. Coro turned to his daughters and walked over to the youngest. She opened her eyes and looked at him, giggling a little. Something dark crossed in Coro's eyes as he stared at this child.

'You killed her,' he thought to her. 'If you weren't born, she'd be alive.'

Well, there's chapter 1! Hope you enjoyed it! More chapters will be up very soon!