#soooooo many times i walk around a corner or emerge from the trees and i get punched in the face with light like this

[robo-dino-puppy]

liquid light

[unknownauthor]

Nightingale

Prelude:

(By the way, this score^^^^^^^^^ gives me absolute chills. Soooooo good)

"Come on!" Princess Lucy grasped her half sister's hand, tugging her along through the forest.

"We shouldn't be out here." Priscilla said, there was a tinge if fear in her voice, making her older sister give her hand a gentle squeeze, if only to calm the fear in the young girl's voice. "Father and mother-"

"Your mother." Lucy spat. She stopped when Priscilla pulled her hand away. She hadn't meant it. Not the way she said it. She turned her head, looking sorrowfully at her sister. "I'm sorry." She murmered. "I hadn't meant that." She wrapped her arms around Priscilla, kissing her cheek.

Their Father, King Wilhelm, was one of the greatest to ever rule. According to their Nurse, he had defeated the previous King, won the uprising and taken his place, with Lucy's mother at his side. One thing he was known for though, was his wandering eye and he soon fell in love with his wife's handmaid.

He tried to divorce his wife. Much to Lucy's dismay and once his lover had become pregnant he was granted that divorce by the only Monk who would give it. Lucy was a princess, but a bastard all the same. Her claim and right to the throne taken, and passed to her new sister. And though she hated her step mother, for taking her mother's place, taking everything from her, she had not and could not, hate her little sister.

"Do you really believe Gran Magic is here?" Priscilla asked as they started their journey again. Lucy tugged her along, making sure she didn't trip along the way.

"She is." Lucy stated firmly. "And once we find her she'll give my fortune and we can go home." The sun began to set, Priscilla looked out over the trees, noting the pinks and reds that began to paint the sky, fear began to blossom in her belly as she followed her sister, to a small hole beneath the root of a tree, Lucy got down on her hands and knees, pushing the brush out of the way and revealing a tunnel. She looked back at Prisiclla.

"I cannot." Priscilla drew back in fear. "I can't go in there." Lucy rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Stay here then. Don't move." Priscilla nodded, taking residence up in the tree, Lucy watched her sister climb to safety before she looked back at the tunnel and burrowed into it.

It was dark and dank, the smell of mold and musk overwhelming her. Her dress snagged and caught but still she pursued. Only when the hole began to open up and get wider did she finally allow herself breath again.

She toppled from the hole, into a large room, hardwood floor met her body as she slammed into it.

She coughed, sputtering dirt as she slowly brought herself to her feet again. Once she had dusted herself she looked around.

It was a kitchen of sorts. A large cauldron hung over the fireplace, herbs on the hearth and many vials of liquid and other things lay scattered over the table. As she took in her surroundings she didn't hear the sound of footsteps or see the woman out if the corner of her eye.

"What are you doing here?" Lucy jumped, startled, she turned to look at whom had spoken.

The woman was young, hair matted, dress torn, dirt caked cheeks. And glassy eyes. Lucy realized Granny Magic. She was blind. "Speak child. I've not all day."

"How do you know I'm a child?" She asked.

"I can smell it." Lucy shuddered. "Ten at least. What do you want?"

"I've heard it said you can tell the future."

"Indeed." Lucy walked up to the woman, placing her hand in hers. She held Granny Magic's hand tightly.

"Tell me mine." She begged. "Am I destined to be a bastard forever?" She asked. Granny Magic knew immediately who the child was, she tilted her head back and allowed the Spirit to take hold.

Lucy watched as Granny Magic jerked and writhed, her mouth hanging open. She saw those milky eyes dart back and forth as though she was seeing something Lucy was not.

"You will be Queen." Lucy's heart soared, only to be brought crashing back seconds later. "For a time....there is another, stronger, braver. She will fight back. She will take what is hers and you will be disgraced again." The woman relaxed, but Lucy refused to let go of her hand.

"Is there a way to defy this? To change it?" Granny Magic hesitated, then spoke again, her voice slick and smooth as butter.

"Sever the bond. Destroy the sister."

Priscilla jumped when she saw Lucy emerge from the hole. She ran to her sister, throwing herself into her arms, dark had fallen only the faintest light held on.

"I was so scared you wouldn't come back." Priscilla cried. Lucy didnt say anything. Her arms hung closely around her younger sister.

"Lucy! Priscilla!" They heard shouts of their names not to far away. Lucy let go of her sister and took her hand. Priscilla shuddered, Lucy's hand was ice cold.

Sever the bond. Destroy the sister.