First memories
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There are times when someone needs to take action, when fate needs a little push... and that's what she did. Carila, daughter of the foolish king Vander and the unfortunate queen Atela. The queen gone at birth and the king already searching for a replacement... the gender of the baby didn't matter, it was the seed of a loveless marriage anyway. He came only once and asked one thing.
Vander :
Is the baby alive?
Upon confirming that she was indeed alive, the king never set foot to see his first born until she was old enough to both talk and walk. A grudge that the little girl held against her father, a grudge that grew larger when she saw a peasant girl dressed as bride and then wearing the crown her mother once wore... the woman's tummy at the time wasn't round... but she was going to create Carila's greatest enemy for the next twenty years of her life.
Vander :
Carila, come meet you new mother. This is Lafia, I hope you two will get along.
Lafia :
Nice to meet you, Carila. I hope the two grow close... if you want, of course.
The little girl stared in silence, she suddenly bowed and left, not bothering to look behind even as the king called out to her and warned her. What was the point? Why should she get along with a peasant who was acting like she was special. She had heard many say that the king's new wife was poor, yet pretty... there were so many rumours.Howevwe to her, Lafia was a thief... she stole her mother's role... and her father was fine with it. Her father had allowed it... and she couldn't bear it. She couldn't understand... why did he replace her mother? Why did he do it? What was so special about Lafia that her mother didn't have?
For weeks the new queen would try to reach out to the princess, yet the princess prefered her nannies, her maids... people that the previous queen had doted on and had won over in the past. Those very people that kept filling her heart with hatred and disgust, claiming that the new queen was the worst person imaginable... leaving a very strong and dangerous effect on her. Things got worse when one day, Carila realized that she had something that no one else in the royal family had... magic. She would see things float around and move according to her will as she moved her little hands around, it was the only thing that made her feel better. It was the only thing her enemies lacked, the only thing she could depend on... her magic was her guardian... and her family were her enemies.
Maid 1:
The Queen gave birth! We have a new princess!
Maid 2 :
Another princess? How wonderfull!
Maid 1:
The Queen named the princess Garnet! She's the cutest baby I've ever seen!!!
Carila :
What are you two talking about? You're so loud.
Maid 2 :
Princess Carila! Our most sincere apologies...it's the Queen, she gave birth to a healthy little girl!
Maid 1 :
You are now a big sister, your highness!
Carila :
I would have been is we had the same mother. She is not my sister... and that woman will never be my mother. Now go, I don't want to speak about this anymore.
Maid 2 :
Yes, your highness!
As the maids left Carila glared at the floor, unable to accept that Lafia had a daughter and was still alive. She felt that it was unfair... why wasn't her mother, Queen Atela alive too? What made them so different?! She kept asking herself that question... both had become queens, both had given birth and yet... only one of them had lived... only one would hold her own flesh and blood in her arms, sharing warmth and happiness alike.
Carila :
This isn't fair!
Vander :
Carila! Go meet with the Queen, she wants to speak with you.
Carila :
I'm sorry but, I am not feeling very well. Maybe another time.
Vander :
Enough already! How dare you act like that?! Don't you see that Lafia loves and cares about you?!
At those words the little princess glared at her father, she was a child yet she looked and acted so mature... people tended to forget that she was seven years old. Her magic was strong and could be controlled, Carila knew that she could do bad things if she wanted. She knew that she could make people sad... she could make people feel pain... but she knew that this wasn't right. Those who had nothing bad to her, didn't deserve to be in pain... but those who wanted her to be sad... they deserved all the pain she could cause! All the sadness she could create would fall on them... their despair would heal her, their anger would make her happy.
Carila :
I don't like her. I don't want her here.
Vander :
You insolent child! You don't get to decide anything here! Lafia is the Queen and your new mother! The sooner you accept it, the better for all of us.
Carila :
I will never accept her! That woman isn't my mother! My mother is Queen Atela! My mother is the true Queen!
The young prince had screamed those words at her father and had then run off to cry. She couldn't take it anymore, she couldn't bear to listen those around her call Lafia their Queen. What was wrong with everyone? Why wouldn't they try and understand how she felt too? She just wanted a friend, someone that would understand her... someone who wouldn't call Lafia "Queen" and would say that Garnet and Carila were sisters. She wanted to meet someone... who would know what it was like not to be loved, to be considered a spare by the only person they were actually related to. Surely there was someone out there that could understand.
Indeed, someone did understand... but she wouldn't be able to meet this person until she was eighteen years old. Those were the first and strongest memories of her childhood... her trying to avoid meeting her father's new wife and her child, argue with the King and live in isolation and bitterness. The only thing that kept her going was the knowledge that at least Lafia's daughter would never have the rights she had, Garnet... was never going to become Queen. As the daughter of a commoner, she would never be considered "clean" enough by high society... and even if they did acknowledge her, Carila could always use magic and change those facts, the throne was the least she deserved for what she and her mother had gone through, the one that survived would surely win everything in the end... and Carila planned to survive this long and painfull journey.
Carila :
Long live the Queen, I swear that I will win.
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