I stood in the middle of a road with destruction all around me while the Mushroom war went on.
My father continued to run the nightosphere as my mother slowly died because of a stupid scientist who had pink hair that hid the rest of the humans to protect them from the war.
My mother's slow death had caused me to fall into depression for many daysalthough as a child I had no idea what depression was.
I was never exposed to it.
It was hard not to cry because my father would yell at me if I dared to cry while he ran his kingdom...he forced himself to focus on work so he also wouldn't break down.
But it was hard for a girl only 100 years old not to cry right?100 years old, I'm half vampire and half whatever my father is, guessing demon or something.
I had lost a toy bunny my mom gave me two years ago and I wanted it back...but I had no way to find the toy..
"Shhh shh shh" someone picked me up and held me in their very cold arms but yet at the same time trying to be warm and caring.
"Don't cry little one..please don't cry" I stared up at him, a man growing a beard and mustache..black hair wearing clothes that reminded me of this nice adult guy who would give me free apples at his farm but yet this man was more of a doctor, scientist, someone nice like farmer man.
He put me down and patted me head before holding up a finger to tell me to wait, I turned around as he headed toward a toy store with broken glass and toys piling over, he picked a seemingly random one and walked back to give it to me.
"This toy will be your protector..so will I" he held out his hand which I grabbed while holding onto my new toy that looked kinda like a bear with long arms and legs.
"Is it just you and me in the wreckage of this world?" he stared down at me almost expecting me to answer him but at the same time he had no clue if I could, or if he wanted it answered, fear flashed through his eyes as he looked back up at the amount of destruction around..us.
"No..there are more in the kingdom up ahead but my mate told me to never go around there...he said the King, as nice as he is, should not be trusted at this moment because many of his people are dying..causing him to go almost insane and doing experiments on people"
I stared at the kingdom with pure hate..
I am supposed to be kinda heartless like my father but my heart was full of emotions like my mother, only thing I inherited from my father was my temper and my attitude to act first rather than think.
Both of my parents had the same looks, and most things I got from my mom, but some things from my big brother Marshall Lee.
"Well at least we are not alone huh? Why don't we head back to my house or would you rather walk back to your town?" He kneeled down to my height and smiled at me.
"I don't get many visitors anymore, the weather has changed drastically there" he whispered almost going off into a dream like state before his eyes changed back to a light ice/lightning blue white color.
"Your place?" we walked back to his home which was covered in snow and we had to climb up a pair of stairs he made with his ice powers just to get inside of his house without having the snow fall on us.
"Where did you get those powers?" we both drunk iced tea before it turned into pure ice.
"From this crown...it's been driving me mad for years...I lost someone important to me, very important, the crown..it talks to me..can you hear it?" he asked holding it out to me.
I grabbed it, the crown felt ice cold in my hands...if any of that mattered seeing as the only thing that bothered me was the sun because it could kill me.
"No it doesn't talk to me...but it's freezing cold, almost as if it is filled with hatred" I handed him back the crown which he held in his hands dearly but almost as if he wanted to throw it outside the window but yet he knew he'd go after it.
"Well it talks to me...only at times, it's not talking to me now, maybe it doesn't want to show itself around others, I've noticed that, I wish I could talk more to someone about this stuff...help ease the pain of being alone" a tear ran down his face, I grabbed my toy and wipes the tear off his face with the bear's arm.
"I can come over everyday if you want me to" I smiled at him the best I could since I haven't smiled in a long time.
"I'd love that, the only people I have to accompany me are the penguins, they aren't very nice at times but they have gotten used to me" he stared at the window where a penguin was now perched at staring at us.
"Wenk, wenk, wenk, wenk" it started flapping it's wings and slid inside of the room and sat on my lap with my toy "h-hey" it stared up at me and cuddled up against me like my old pet cat used to do.
"He said..you smell like the undead" he stood up and put our cups on a desk that was covered in papers "my name is Simon by the way, and yours? we never did mention our names" Simon stared at me with warm eyes.
"Marceline" I pet the penguin "Marceline! Marcy!" my brother Marshall called me while another penguin lead him to us.
"Marceline! there you are!" he floated to me and gave me a quick head lock before staring at the penguin who decided to bite him before getting off of my lap.
"Where have you been all day? Mom is worried, it's time to come home" he stared up at Simon.
"This is Simon, he's my new friend, one of the last survivors of the Mushroom war Marshall..he gave me this toy" I held up the bear for him to see.
"Cute bear...thanks for saving my little sister, one I'd be in trouble if she were dead, two I personally don't know what I'd do without her" he smiled at Simon waving him off before he floated out the window "come along now Marcy" he held out his hand and we flew off into the night sky while Simon watched up fly away.