Surpriiiiise! :D No Kitty or Blondie for this one. Instead, we get a new character named Faybelle Thorn, daughter of the Dark Fairy.
Good morrow. My name is Faybelle Thorn and I was so eager to become the Dark Fairy. (Well, so-so. I want to because Raven's mother disrupted my story, which I so am not happy about...) Anyways, I'm going to tell you a fableous story of why I so badly wanted to be a renowned sorceress and how I did.
I lived in Sleeping Palace, as mom and I were the two residents there, along with Briar and her family. Of course, Briar never told anyone that because she was afraid she'd lose a few friends. Silly Briar! I mean, everyone knows that because of a century-long sleep, the daughters of Sleeping Beauty were often overthinking things in the head! Lots of time to do it, cooped up there.
An eight-year old me stared at myself in the mirror. Mom occasionally would call me down for evil dinner, an event spellebrated by the villainous characters of Ever After. Even the evilest of all, the Evil Queen would attend to those meetings. A five year old Raven Queen often looked forlorn whenever she attended those dinners, while Lizzie Hearts appeared as enthusiastic as I as she constantly had fake tantrums around the table, which definitely impressed many who viewed her. Because of my mom's evil stature, she forbade me to ever attend the meetings. Me and my sister, Maybelle, would always eavesdrop on what the other evil children were saying. Even the protagonists or neutral daughters of characters, Duchess and Kitty, would sneak in just to listen too. The better thing to look forward to is the fact that Milton Grimm has had the kindness to deliver an enrollment slip to Sleeping Palace early! I was sure to get into Ever After High!
"I surely am impressed with what your daughter has become. She will make a fine Queen, as you," the Evil Queen said in a sarcastic tone. I wish mom praised me like that. Raven was lucky to have such an iconic mother!
"OFF WITH YOUR―I mean...yes! Yes, indeed. Lizzie has painted her life red as she will force little Alistair with the roses in the near future. Meanwhile, I'm giving her non-anger management lessons," the regal Queen of Hearts said. Little Lizzie straightened up her composure in her seat and picked up a food ornament and decapitated the head. Everyone was impressed at how her powers have developed so quickly.
"Non-anger management classes? Isn't it called anger management?" the Evil Queen raised a fair eyebrow at the Queen of Hearts. Lizzie giggled and muttered shyly.
"Mrs. Queen, someday I want to rule be like you! But I don't want to be evil like mommy..." she said. I rolled my eyes from behind the wall.
"Awh, silly little child. My Lizzie sometimes doesn't know what she's saying. She's lost her madness tonight, perhaps we'll be departing now," and with that, the Queen of Hearts took off, holding Lizzie's hand as she waved a pink flamingo scepter in her other hand, "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!" the Queen and Lizzie said together, laughing hysterically after I heard a crashing noise downstairs.
"Now. Where were we?" Mom breathed, her shoulder-length green hair was oddly wavier tonight. Perhaps it was for the good impression towards the evilest? I mean, mother always wanted to be the evilest. She was a level 42 witch, just like the Evil Queen herself. Of course, mother was never as rebellious as she. Mom would never overthrow a story and despise the characters there! She was very jolly towards Briar and her mother!
I simply couldn't take it. From the tone of the Evil Queen's voice, I took it she wasn't impressed with what mom was trying to do. Mom always had this alluring tone to her voice whenever she was planning to take over. Perhaps she was jealous of the Evil Queen? I was surprised.
Due to the atmosphere, the Evil Queen broke the silence with her deep and booming voice, "well. I guess we're done! Come now, Raven." She snapped her fingers and a green mist started fuming around the area as she pet Raven's head gently, and exited the broken door down the stairwell.
I smelled trouble. I tugged Maybelle by the hand and we sprinted across the hall, but mom was caught in the mist. We locked our door and Maybelle cast a binding spell with a goofy baby voice. Why am I not able to cast a spell, you might ask? Well, I haven't yet been able to unlock my special moment. Maybelle got her powers by nearly plummeting to her death, but she saved herself. She and I would live after today, the door was tight shut. My little sister soon noticed the fumes were entering the room. She got a vintage towel and started fanning them out. Maybelle wasn't careful and she breathed in the smoke, coughing and falling into a temporary sleep, thank goodness the fumes weren't deadly.
As they approached me, I attempted to fan them away, holding my breath. A few seconds later, the fumes were all around the room. I couldn't hold it any longer, I had to breathe or I'd die of suffocation... surely, I had to try using magic clearing this away. I waved my arms frantically around the room, soon finding turquoise beams streaming out of my fingertips. I could save my family. Me. For once, I didn't feel like the villain, but that was something to look forward to in the near future. Go me! Go me! Go me! I motivated myself. When I grow older, becoming a cheerleader wouldn't be a bad idea.
Le moment of fab Faybelle has just experienced. :3 Uhm, I'll think of someone else's story to work on. xD I'm always open for ideas. :D