August 8, 76 AF
The Brewer Residence, Côte d'Azur

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

Renée jumped from her bed at Robin's scream. Moments later she crashed to the floor and scrambled to her feet, making a dash for her daughter's bedroom.

"What? What's wrong Robin?!" The woman threw open the door and looked to her daughter's bed, only to find her pointing at her friend standing nearby. "Isabella, what happened?"

"I don't know! I just woke up feeling really itchy!" The girl's pale skin was broken out, red, and blotchy.

"W-wait here!" Ms. Brewer went back to her bedroom and rooted through her purse before pulling out the earpiece Sahdee had given her. "Sahdee? Sahdee are you there?"

"H-huh? What-What's goin' on?" The voice of a groggy Sahdee came in from the other end.

"Sahdee something's wrong with Isabella!"

"Wrong with Isabella?" Sahdee asked, causing a moment of confusion for Renée at the woman's calm response. "Wait... WRONG WITH ISABELLA?!"

"I don't know. Her skin's all red and irritated and broken out..."

"Did she have an allergic reaction to something?" Renée turned back to the door to her bedroom to find Robin and Isabella staring back at her as Isabella scratched her throat.

"Yes... Yes, I think that's what it is."

"Can I talk to her?"

"Sure, hold on." Renée removed the earpiece and held it out to Isabella who looked at it with uncertainty.

"Isabella can you hear me?"

"Sahdee?" Isabella cocked her head to the side as she stared at the device.

"Yes, it's me. Honey are you ok?"

"I feel itchy, and my skin's all red."

"Are you having any trouble breathing?"

"No, I'm just itchy."

"I'm going to send someone to come pick you up and bring you home, ok?"

"But we're havin' a sleepover!" Robin whined.

"I know baby bird, but Isabella's not well right now. She can come back another time."

"I'm sorry it had to end like this." Sahdee spoke up from the device in Renée's hand. "But Isabella needs to come home so I can look after her."

"Ok..."

"Someone will be there to pick you up soon, ok Isabella?"

"Yes ma'am..."

"Robin, go back to bed sweetie. Isabella, wait here for a minute."

"I don't wanna!"

"It's late, and way past your bedtime." Renée glanced at her clock, noticing it was after 2 AM.

"But how am I supposed to sleep?"

"You'll find a way." She picked her daughter up and walked back to her bedroom.

"Bye Bella..." Robin sighed.

"Bye Robin... I'm sorry I ruined our sleepover..."

Renée closed the door to Robin's bedroom behind her and turned back to the living room to find Isabella sitting by herself on the couch.

"We really need to work on how you and Robin respond to me telling you to 'wait here'." Renée smirked.

"Sorry..."

"It's ok. Are you alright dear?" She asked as she approached the girl.

"I feel itchy." Isabella said as she scratched at her arm.

"I bet, but it's best if you don't scratch." Ms. Brewer pulled Isabella's hand away from her arm, earning a whine from the girl. "Why don't you try to get a little rest? Someone should be here to pick you up and take you back to the Palace soon." She sat down on the couch next to Isabella

"Do you have any medicine for this?" Isabella asked as she lay down on her side, placing her head on Renée's lap.

"No, unfortunately I don't. Neither Robin nor I have any serious allergies, so I don't have anything for this." She ran her fingers through Isabella's hair to comfort the girl, who gave a small groan at her situation. "Do you know of any allergies you might have?"

"Sometimes flowers and stuff make me sneeze or have a stuffy nose. But I've never had anything like this happen before." Isabella sighed and closed her eyes.

"Well, I'm sure Sahdee will have come up with a way to help you out by the time you get back to the Palace."

"Hope so..." Isabella muttered. "Um... Ms. Brewer?" She turned to look at Renée.

"Yes?"

"Do... Um... Never mind..."

"You sure?"

"Yeah..."

"Ok... Do you want your bat?"

"Mmhmm."

"Alright. Hang on." Isabella sat up as Ms. Brewer stood and went back into Robin's room. She opened the door and found her daughter's eyes wide open looking at her. "I was just coming to get Isabella's things." She found Isabella's backpack in the corner of the room, and then picked up her bat from the ground near her sleeping bag and exited the room, shutting the door behind her. "Here you go Isabella." She presented the bat to the girl and sat down next to her. Isabella hugged the bat to her chest and lay back down, re-placing her head on Renée's lap. "Better?"

"Yeah."

The door to Robin's room opened and Robin poked her head out.

"Robin, go back to bed!" Renée scolded her daughter.

"No!" Robin instead charged across the living room and climbed onto the couch opposite Isabella and lay down, mirroring Isabella's pose.

"Fine." Renée sighed as she ran her fingers through both girls' hair. "But when Isabella leaves, you're going back to bed."

"Can I sleep with you tonight Mommy?"

"Sure..."

Three crashes of thunder sounded at the door, causing the two dozing girls to bolt upright and caused Renée's heart to skip a beat.

I paid this month's rent already didn't I?

Isabella seemed unbothered by the noise once she shook off the initial shock as she dropped her bat into her backpack and pulled it onto her back. Renée followed Isabella to the door and opened it, revealing a man with a mask and googles shrouding his face, with an old kepi pulled down low over the goggles.

"Hi Mr. Hawkeye."

"Hello Isabella. Let's get back to the Palace."

"Yes sir..."

"Next time try not to wake the whole block." Renée glared at the man.

"Sorry, force of habit."

"Bye Bella." Robin had made her way over to the door and was waving at her friend from behind her mother's legs. "I hope you feel better."

"Thanks Robin. Bye..."

Isabella stared out the window, taking in the scenes of the city at night. She watched as the car rolled past darkened storefronts, passing only the odd convenience store still open. Occasionally the car would be illuminated in red or green as it paused at or passed through a stoplight. And each time the car rolled beneath a streetlight she would catch sight of her arm and the red blotches that covered it. She felt fortunate that the cool glass of the window, and the dark leather of the seat helped soothe her skin; even if she did have to adjust herself every so often to find a new cool spot as the one she had been using warmed up. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Hawkeye. The man had said nothing to her since they entered the car. For her part, Isabella made no attempt to alter the arrangement, as she instead focused on the view out the window.

The car pulled into the garage and Isabella could see Sahdee waiting. When the car came to a stop, Hawkeye reached across and opened the door for her allowing her to climb out.

"Oh, that's bad." Sahdee frowned as she saw the girl. Her remark earned a gasp and look of fear from Isabella. "I mean, it's not terrible." She tried to placate the frightened girl. "But it isn't good. But it's not that bad." Sahdee caught herself and took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "Ok." She knelt to be at eye level with Isabella and put both hands on her shoulders. "You're having an allergic reaction to something. It looks worse than it is, though I'm sure you're uncomfortable, but some antihistamines should do you wonders. Come on." Sahdee offered her hand to Isabella who went to take it before she stopped.

"Wait!" Isabella turned around and dashed towards the car, jumping into the backseat. Sahdee glanced at Hawkeye and raised an eyebrow. Before he could answer Isabella slid back out of the car carrying her backpack. "I almost forgot my stuff."

"Ok, follow me Isabella." Sahdee offered the girl her hand once again and this time she took it. She led her towards a wall of tools and started to rearrange them.

"Um... What are you doing?" Isabella tilted her head to the side as Sahdee moved a wrench. When she placed the tool on a new hook the wall began to hum, then move, revealing a staircase behind it. "Whoa!" Isabella stared in awe at the secret passage.

"This leads up near my bedroom. I use it for nights like this where I don't want to have to trek through the whole palace to get back." Sahdee and Isabella set off up the stairs together. "Do you feel alright?" Sahdee asked.

"I feel itchy."

"I'm sure you do. But other than that. Do you feel sick? Or are you having any trouble breathing?"

"No."

"Good. Let me know if you do. Do you have any idea what might have caused this?"

"No."

"Why don't you tell me about everything you did after you left the Palace?"

"Well, first we went and got on a train..."

"Hang on a second sweetie." Sahdee interrupted Isabella's story as she pulled her hand away from Isabella's to place it on a scanner. After a moment the wall in front of them parted revealing one of the Palace's hallways. "Sorry. What were you saying?"

"After the movie Ms. Brewer read us a story and then we went to sleep. Then I woke up like this." Isabella finished her story.

"Maybe it was the soap you used when you took your bath?" Sahdee suggested. "Or something in the sleeping bag."

"Maybe..." Isabella shrugged.

"Here we are." Sahdee stopped in front of a set of double doors and pushed them open.

Isabella stopped to stare at the room before her. It was much larger than her own and featured numerous bookcases, each one filled with books. The room's centerpiece was a large circular bed set on a raised dais. Various dressers, wardrobes, and mirrors filled in other places, and numerous paintings and photographs adorned the walls. There was one door to the left, and the other to the right.

"Come on Isabella." Sahdee tugged at the girl's hand and Isabella's feet shuffled into motion as she continued to stare at Sahdee's room. Sahdee opened the door on the right side of the room, revealing it to lead into an immaculate bathroom. Sahdee grabbed a glass next to the sink and filled it with water, then opened a medicine cabinet and withdrew a bottle. She shook the bottle until a few white pieces fell out. She plucked one out and slid the rest back into the bottle and placed it back in the medicine cabinet. When she turned back to Isabella, she found the girl scratching her cheek as she admired the bathroom. "Try not to scratch sweetie. It'll just make it worse."

"But I'm itchy!" Isabella whined.

"I'm sure you are. But scratching will only make it worse. How far has it spread?"

"Down my chest some." Isabella tugged the collar of her nightgown down a bit to show the extent of the spread. "Down my side. My arm." She motioned towards her left side and arm. "My shoulder, and a little on my back."

"Well, this should help." She offered the pill and glass to Isabella who only stared at it. "Have you ever taken a pill before?"

"Uh-uh."

"You need to swallow it whole. So, you get some water, then you put the pill on your tongue. Next, you take a drink of water and swallow the pill with the water. Just don't bite the pill. It doesn't taste very good."

"Ok." Isabella did not protest as she took the cup in one hand and plucked the pill from Sahdee's hand with the other. She hesitated a moment before she popped the pill in her mouth, a moment later she took a drink of the water. After a few seconds, she managed to swallow the pill.

"Good girl." Sahdee smiled and patted Isabella on the head, coaxing a small smile from the girl.

"Yay." Isabella gave a weak cheer.

"Why don't you sleep in my room tonight?" Sahdee suggested. "So I can keep an eye on you."

"Ok." Isabella seemed to accept the idea as she left the bathroom. "But where am I supposed to sleep?"

"You can sleep in my bed."

"Really?"

"Yes. It's no trouble."

"Then where will you sleep?"

"I'll stay up to keep an eye on you. I have some reports to catch up on anyways."

"Are you sure?" Isabella didn't quite seem to believe her.

"Yes, I'm sure." She gave the girl her most convincing smile and ushered her towards the bed. "Mind the steps." She advised her as Isabella climbed up on the dais.

"How come your bed's a circle?" Isabella asked as she clambered up onto the bed.

"I don't like to be cornered." Isabella gave her a strange look before returning her attention to the bed.

"It's so big and soft." Isabella giggled as she bounced up and down on her knees.

"Alright, settle down." She put a hand on Isabella's shoulder and held her still for a moment before she laid down. "If you start to feel worse call me. I'll be in the other room."

"Ok." Sahdee pulled the sheets up over her.

"Good night Isabella." She looked at the red blotches on the girl's cheek and neck. "I hope you feel better." She added.

"Thanks. G'night." Isabella closed her eyes, only to open them again the instant they were closed. "Wait!"

"What's wrong?"

"Can you get Constantine from my bag please?"

"Sure." Sahdee turned back around and found Isabella's bag sitting near the door where she had dropped it. She unzipped the bag and withdrew the bat and carried him over to the bed and handed him to the girl.

"Thank you." Isabella snuggled the bat and closed her eyes.

Sahdee suppressed another yawn and shook her head, trying to return her attention to the reports from the front. She had not been planning to catch up on reports tonight; she had planned to catch up on sleep. Sahdee had, correctly, assumed that Isabella would not attempt to sneak out of Renée's apartment to feed so she had chosen to sleep rather than stay up to see if Isabella would sneak off. Now she was fighting to stay awake.

While Sahdee struggled to stay awake, Isabella struggled to sleep. Sahdee kept her ear towards the bedroom and every so often she would hear the girl would roll over, cough, sit up, clear her throat, or just toss and turn in general.

Poor thing.

Sahdee sighed as she continued to think over Isabella's retelling of the sleepover, but found her sleep-deprived mind unable to focus on one thing for too long.

Maybe if I just rest my eyes for a second... Sahdee placed her head on the cold wood of the desk.

Mmmmmm... That's nice... Sahdee closed her eyes and darkness enveloped her.

"H-huh? What? Where am I?" Sahdee lifted her head from the hard surface as her mind tried to put the pieces together.

Ok. I'm in my study. She stood and stretched and tried to remember the night. I'm in here because... It all came back to her. She froze up and listened. She heard nothing.

Something's wrong.

She crossed the office and opened the cracked door to her study. In her bedroom Isabella lay fast asleep on the bed. Even so, Sahdee couldn't shake a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

She crossed the room to the bed, careful not to make any noise that would disturb the sleeping girl. She made it to the bedside, but could not hear the girl breathing. Suppressing fear, she placed a finger in front of Isabella's nose. She let out a sigh of relief as she felt Isabella's breath on her finger as she exhaled.

Guess the medicine kicked in. Sahdee looked at the sleeping girl. She could still see the red blotches of the hives on Isabella's cheek and neck. Looks like she resisted scratching it. It doesn't look much worse. She reached down and swept away some stray hair, tucking it behind Isabella's ear for a better look. Doesn't look like it spread too much. Isabella shifted slightly in her sleep but otherwise she did not react to Sahdee's touch. Alright, let her get her sleep. Sahdee returned to her study, but left the door ajar, just in case Isabella woke up and needed something.

Isabella whined and rolled over in bed. She wanted to go back to sleep but a different need was overpowering her need to sleep. She pushed the covers away from her and crawled on all fours to the edge of the bed.

"Oh! Isabella!"

"WAH!" The voice distracted her as she neared the edge of the bed causing her to miss the drop-off. She tumbled off the edge of the bed, hitting the steps and rolling down onto the floor as pain coursed through her. "Owwwwwwwww..."

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! Are you ok?" She felt a hand on her shoulder as Ms. Brewer's voice cut through the pain and drowsiness of her mind.

"What happened?" She mumbled.

"You fell off of Sahdee's bed..."

"Sahdee's...?" She opened her eyes to see a worried Ms. Brewer, but an otherwise unfamiliar environment. She looked back the way she came and saw the stairs leading up to the bed. "Who puts stairs on a bed?!" She whined as she shifted into a sitting position.

"I'm not sure. Are you ok sweetie?"

"I think so." Isabella stood up and was reminded as to why she had been getting out of bed in the first place. "I need to go potty." Isabella mumbled as Ms. Brewer helped her to her feet.

"Ok. The bathroom's on the other side of the room." Ms. Brewer placed her hands on Isabella's shoulders and turned the girl around so she was looking at a closed door.

"Thank you."

"Are you feeling alright Sweetie?" Ms. Brewer followed her towards the bathroom, but paused at the door as Isabella went inside.

"I guess. A little sore." Isabella caught sight of herself in the mirror and everything from last night came back to her. "Oh..."

"I think you look a little better today..." Ms. Brewer offered.

"Thanks..."

"Sahdee made you an appointment to visit an allergist whenever you're ready." Ms. Brewer spoke as Isabella exited the bathroom.

"I'm sleepy..." Isabella muttered as she climbed back onto the bed.

"I'm sure you are. But you really do need to go see a doctor. We need to find out what did this to you."

"Too tired..." She muttered as she curled up on the bed covers, not bothering to get underneath them or to get a pillow.

"Boy that allergy medicine really did a number on you huh?" Ms. Brewer observed. "It's lunch time and you're not even budging."

"LUNCH TIME?!"

"So, how'd it go...?" Sahdee asked as Renée returned to the Palace, carrying Isabella in her arms.

"Pretty well, I thought. They were able to take her straight back to an exam room so that she wouldn't have to sit in the waiting room."

"That's good."

"We did have to wait a little while but it wasn't so bad."

"Good. How'd the test go?"

"Well... They weren't certain how effective it would be since she took the anti-histamines last night. But they think that it was a reaction to... Garlic..."

"Garlic...?" Sahdee stared at Renée with a blank expression.

"Garlic."

^"I ^thought ^that ^was ^a ^myth..." Sahdee muttered as her mind started to race with the possibilities.

"Ma'am?"

"Nothing. How are you holding up sweetie?" Sahdee reached out to comfort Isabella and her eyes fell on the band-aid on her arm. "Oh..."

"They did give her a steroid shot... To help her clear up more quickly..."

"Thank you Renée. I'll take it from her." Sahdee took the girl from Renée and turned away.

^"You ^said ^there ^wouldn't ^be ^any ^more ^shots..." Isabella whined as she hid her face in Sahdee's shoulder.

"I know sweetie. But this was a special case." She rubbed the girl's back to offer her some comfort. "I know you don't like shots, but this one will help you recover more quickly. You don't want to look like this any longer than you have to do you?"

^"No... ^Um... ^Sahdee?"

"Yes?"

^"Do ^you ^have ^any ^allergies?"

"I don't do well with horses..."

^"Horses?"

"Yeah, those early years in the army were rough."

^"But ^there's ^ponies ^in ^the ^Palace..."

"Not ponies. Horses."

^"Oh...."

"You wanna go back to sleep?" Isabella nodded. "Ok. How about your bed?"

^"Can ^it ^be ^your ^bed?"

"Sure kiddo."

"Can't believe I lost my bed to a vampire..." Sahdee muttered to herself as she laid down in the guest room.

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August 8, 76 AF
The Sapphire Palace, Côte d'Azur

"Come on Robin." Ms. Brewer entered the play room. "It's time to go home."

"Aww..."

"Not yet!" Two disapprovals greeted her from the children who looked up from their book.

"I'm afraid so." Ms. Brewer offered her most consoling voice. "You can come back tomorrow if you want."

"Mommy can Bella sleep over?" Robin asked out-of-the-blue, earning her odd looks from her mother, and her friend.

"Wha-what?" Renée shook her head in confusion.

"Can Bella sleep over?" Robin repeated her question.

"We don't really have anywhere for her to stay." Renée admitted. "We don't have a bed for her to sleep in."

"She can share with me!" Robin countered.

"Your bed's not big enough for two people. Even two people as little as you two." She gave a small smile to her daughter.

"She can use the sleeping bag Grand-mère and Grand-père got me last summer!" Robin bolted up from her chair. "Remember? The one from when we went camping!"

"Oh. Yeah... I guess that would work..." Renée conceded. "Would you like to sleep over, Isabella?" She turned to the other little girl, who up until now had been silent.

"I think it sounds fun..." Isabella said.

"Well... I'll... Go ask Sahdee I guess..."

"A sleepover?" Sahdee asked with a quizzical look on her face.

"Yes, your Majesty. Robin asked if Isabella could, and Isabella seems interested in the idea."

"And you wouldn't have any trouble accommodating Isabella?"

"No ma'am. I don't believe so."

"Well, if you wouldn't mind, I think it sounds like a wonderful idea."

"Of course, your Majesty. I must admit, I've never hosted a slumber party before. At least, not for Robin and a friend."

"I'm sure it'll be fine. I think you could give those two a new book and leave them alone for three hours, but let them stay up thirty minutes past their bed time and they'd call it the best night ever." Her joke earned a laugh from each of the women.

"I'm sure I can manage somehow." Renée smiled.

"I do have a request." Sahdee changed her tone.

"Yes your Majesty?"

"Would you please take Isabella to the grocery store? Even if it's just for one item? I don't think she's ever been to one, and I'd like her to experience that."

"I think I can arrange that."

"I can pay you back for anything you buy." Sahdee offered, but it earned her only an indignant look from Renée.

"I may not have a whole lot of money, but I can afford to feed my daughter and her best friend."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." Sahdee sighed. "I guess we should go tell them the good news then."

"Yes, let's."

"This is going to be amazing!" Robin skipped along as the trio walked out of the palace. "We can stay up late and read all night long!"

"Your bedtime is still 9 o'clock." Ms. Brewer said, crushing the child's dream.

"B-but it's a sleepover!"

"We'll see what happens." Ms. Brewer placated her daughter. "Now, stick close girls." She put a hand out for each girl to hold on to as they set off down the street.

"Where are we going?" Isabella asked.

"There's a metro station a few blocks from here. We're going there first to take a train closer to our house."

"Ok then."

"Have you ever been on a train before?" She looked down to Isabella who shook her head. "You'll be fine. They may be a little bit crowded, but they're perfectly safe."

"Ok."

"Are you alright Isabella?" Ms. Brewer asked as the group descended the stairs among the crowd.

"Um... Yeah." She took a step closer to the woman, and stole a glance towards Robin who seemed unbothered by the crowd or commotion.

"You're ok." She gave Isabella's hand a little squeeze to comfort her. "Come on. We need to get you a ticket." When they reached the bottom of the stairs she led them towards a wall lined with machines. Isabella watched as Ms. Brewer slid a coin in and hit some buttons. A few seconds later, a slip of paper popped out. "Hold onto this Isabella. It's your ticket to get on the train."

"Where's yours?" Isabella asked as she looked over the ticket.

"Robin and I have passes that we use." She pulled out two of the plastic cards that all grown-ups seemed to have and led them towards a line of people. They approached a man in a police uniform standing behind a table and holding a long wooden stick and a light. Ms. Brewer placed her purse on the table and the man looked inside it before passing it back to her. Ms. Brewer slid her purse back on her shoulder and went to move, but the officer stopped her.

"I need to check her bag too." He gestured towards Isabella.

"Really?" Ms. Brewer frowned. "She's just a little girl."

"Can't be too careful these days ma'am."

"Hang on..." Ms. Brewer reached into her purse and pulled a small booklet bound in a plastic cover. She opened it and held it out to the officer who gave it a confused look, before a look of surprise overtook his features and his gaze shifted between the booklet and Isabella.

"My apologies ma'am. Go ahead." He motioned them through as Ms. Brewer replaced the booklet in her purse.

"Come on girls." Ms. Brewer cutoff Isabella's question before she could ask it and led them to a series of metal gates. "Alright Isabella. Just put your ticket in the hole on the machine, and push the rod. It'll turn and let you through, then you pick up your ticket on the other side. Robin, why don't you show her how it works?"

"Ok." Robin stepped away from them and placed the card Ms. Brewer gave her into the machine, then stepped through the gate. "See Bella? It's easy." Isabella followed her friend's lead and approached the metal gate. She slipped her ticket in and pushed the rotating gate. With her push, and some clicking, she found herself on the other side of the gate next to Robin. More clicks behind her marked Ms. Brewer's arrival.

"Alright, come on you two. Let's catch a train."

"Here we go." Ms. Brewer motioned them into a group of seats on the train. Robin sat down next to the window, with Isabella next to her, and Ms. Brewer in the aisle. "Got your book Isabella?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am." Isabella unzipped her backpack and pulled out two books, handing one to Robin.

"Alright, read your books girls. We've got a few stops before we'll get off."

The train lurched into motion, causing Isabella to gasp. For the first time she took in the train's interior. The compartment seemed to have a lot of people in it, and she realized how lucky they were to have found three seats next to each other. The train bumped along, shaking her as it went. The compartment smelled of people and sweat. The train passed in and out of darkness so fast it was making her dizzy, and loud noises boomed in her ears as the train thundered along. She looked to Robin, but her friend remained unfazed by the people, smells, lights, sounds, or bumps of the train.

"Come here Isabella." She felt Ms. Brewer lift her up and place her on her lap, before wrapping her arms around her waist. "You're ok. Everything's alright."

"Um... Ms. Brewer?" She tilted her head back until she was looking at Ms. Brewer's face.

"Yes?"

"What was that thing you showed that man so he wouldn't look at my bag?" Ms. Brewer sighed, but reached down and picked up her purse, after a moment she pulled the booklet from inside and offered it to Isabella. The front cover featured an embossing of a silver flower, and the words "Kingdom of Periwinkle". She opened the booklet to see a picture of herself, a platinum tiara atop her head, staring back at her. "Huh?"

"It's your passport." Ms. Brewer explained. "Sahdee gave it to me before we left, in case we ran into any trouble. I figured you wouldn't like a stranger rooting through your bag. Even if it was a police officer."

"Thanks." She continued to thumb through the pages of the passport. "Why would it make him stop though?"

"Well, you're the Princess of Periwinkle. You wouldn't do anything bad. So he wouldn't need to search you."

"Makes sense." She offered the passport back to Ms. Brewer, who re-placed it in her purse.

"So, what's this particular book about?" Ms. Brewer pointed to the book lying in Isabella's lap.

"Well..."

"This is our stop!" Ms. Brewer grabbed Isabella and her bag with one hand and Robin with another, and pulled them both into standing positions as the train came to a stop. "Come on! Quick, quick!"

"Wait!" Robin tried to resist her Mother's pull but found it futile to struggle against her. The trio didn't stop until they were in the middle of the platform watching the train pull away.

"I didn't know getting off a train involved so much pulling." Isabella muttered as she rubbed her arm.

"I tried to tell you!" Robin shouted at her Mother. "This isn't our stop!"

"Shhhhh..." Ms. Brewer placed her finger on Robin's lips. "I know it isn't baby bird. But people overheard me talking to Isabella. They were starting to stare."

"A-at me?" Isabella pointed a finger back to herself.

"Yes. I'm sorry, I didn't think about saying something like that in such a small space."

"Well, what are we gonna do now?" Robin pouted, crossing her arms on her chest.

"We can just get on the next train. It shouldn't be more than a few minutes."

"Oh. Yeah..."

"Ms. Brewer?"

"Yes?"

"Could I sit on your lap again on the new train?"

"Sure Isabella."

"See, that wasn't so bad was it?" Ms. Brewer asked as they ascended the stairs into the warm evening air. True to her prediction, they had only had to wait a few minutes before a new train arrived and whisked them on to their true destination.

"I guess not..." Isabella muttered.

"It's not too much farther now. Let's go."

"Welcome to our home Isabella." Ms. Brewer unlocked the door and held it open for Isabella as she crossed the threshold.

"It looks bigger on the outside..." Isabella observed as she looked around and spotted a living room, kitchen, and what looked like a bathroom and two bedrooms.

"Well, it's not a 'house' in the traditional sense of the word." Ms. Brewer's smile faltered. "This is an apartment. The whole building is sort of like a bunch of little houses that people live in."

"Oh. I'm sorry... I didn't know..." Isabella looked away from Ms. Brewer.

"It's alright dear. I sometimes forget you're not from here so you don't know these things." Ms. Brewer turned to her daughter. "Robin why don't you show Isabella your room so she can put her stuff down?" She suggested.

"Um... Yeah... Come on Bella... It's in here..." Robin turned to her left and walked to one of the doors. Isabella followed after her and found herself in a small room with a bed tucked away in the corner. It also contained a dresser, closet, nightstand, and a book shelf.

"You've got a lot of books!" Isabella marveled at the books arranged on the bookshelf.

"Thanks... You can just put your bag on the bed I guess... We'll unpack later..."

"Robin are you ok?" Isabella asked. "You seem sad..."

"I don't have as much stuff as you..." Robin looked down at the ground. "And my house is a lot smaller than yours..."

"So?" Isabella said the first thing that came to her mind. "I don't care about any of that stuff. I just wanna have a sleepover with my friend."

"Really?" Robin looked up at her.

"Yeah. I like you because you're fun and nice. I don't care about how much stuff you have. Or how big your house is. I like you, not your stuff. I mean... I like your stuff fine. I just like you more. Not that your stuff is bad I just-"

"I get it Bella." Robin giggled. "Thanks."

"Hey girls," Ms. Brewer stuck her head through the door. "I had an idea. What if we went to the store to pick up some groceries and make spaghetti for dinner?"

"Spaghetti's my favorite!" Robin piped up.

"I don't really like spaghetti..." Isabella admitted. "It smells weird..."

"Have you ever tried it before?" Ms. Brewer asked.

"Uh-uh."

"Then how do you know you don't like it?"

"I don't like the way it smells. It just smells really strong. And I don't like that."

"Well, we'll cook the spaghetti sauce separate from the pasta. You can have some noodles with just butter and cheese, and Robin and I can have spaghetti."

"Ok. I guess."

"And while we're at the store, we can pick up a movie to watch tonight."

"Movie night!" Robin cheered.

"That sounds fun!" Isabella grinned.

"Alright, let's head out. The store's not far."

"Wait!" Isabella gasped and opened her backpack, withdrawing Constantine and placing him on the bed. "There. Constantine was tired of being stuck in my bag."

"Ooh!" Robin dashed to her bed and pulled her gorilla from under the bed's covers and placed him next to Constantine. "Now they can play together while we go get groceries!" Robin beamed.

"Well, now that they're taken care of, let's get going." Ms. Brewer pointed them towards the door.

"I never realized there was so much food." Isabella stared in awe at the shelves that towered over her, each one filled with various colored boxes, packages, and jars.

"You've never been to the grocery store before?" Robin cocked her head to the side.

"Nuh-uh." Isabella shook her head, continuing to scan the shelves.

"Just stick close." Ms. Brewer warned her, as she paused to place a jar of tomato sauce in their cart.

"Excuse me." A man approached them as Isabella and Robin drew closer to Ms. Brewer.

"Can we help you?" Ms. Brewer asked, putting herself between the man and the girls.

"I was just wondering, is that Princess Isabella?" He pointed at Isabella, who hid herself behind Ms. Brewer. "I thought I recognized her from a picture I saw online."

"Oh, no sir." Ms. Brewer spoke for her. "She gets that a lot, but Veronica's my daughter. She looks a lot like the Princess though. They're both albino and about the same age."

"Oh. I see... Sorry to bother you."

"It's alright, we're used to it. Come on girls."

"Yes Mommy."

"Yes ma'am." The trio turned and walked on down the aisle.

"Are you alright Isabella?" Ms. Brewer asked once they had moved on to the next aisle.

"Uh-huh..."

"It's ok. He was just curious." Ms. Brewer placed a reassuring hand on Isabella's shoulder. She cast her eyes down the aisle and spotted the sweets at the other end. "Tell you what, why don't we pick up a little candy for our movie night?"

"Yeah!"

"I like that idea!" The trio turned to move down the aisle. "Veronica?" Isabella asked as she looked up at Ms. Brewer.

"It was the first name that popped into my head!"

"Looks like y'all have a fun night planned." The man behind them observed as they loaded their groceries onto the belt.

"We're having a movie night!" Robin chirped as she picked up the bag of candy from the cart and placed it on the belt with a careful reverence.

"Well that does sound fun!" The man said. "What movie are ya gonna watch?"

"We haven't decided yet." Ms. Brewer answered.

"Your total is 71.26 CRM." The cashier spoke up.

"I'd like to pay their bill." The man spoke up, offering his card.

"Sir, I couldn't possibly accept." Ms. Brewer shook her head.

"I insist. Consider it a kindness for your fun night."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course!"

"Thank you so much. Girls, say thank you."

"Thank you mister... Um..." Isabella faltered as she realized she didn't know the man's name.

"Just call me Mr. Mannius."

"Well, thank you Mr. Mannius!"

"Yeah! Thank you very much!"

"Y'all are very welcome!" The man smiled at them.

"But, how come you're doing this?" Isabella asked.

"Isabella you shouldn't ask questions like that." Ms. Brewer scolded her.

"Sorry..."

"No, it's fine." The man assured her. "I'm from Nordwälder. One of the traditions of its people is to perform random acts of kindness during tough times. Builds good karma."

"Well, that's interesting. Don't you think girls?" Ms. Brewer could see Robin nod, but Isabella seemed enraptured by the man's words. A small cough from the woman standing in line behind Mr. Mannius reminded them that there were more people waiting to pay. "Thank you very much again sir." Ms. Brewer spoke and guided the girls down the checkout aisle to collect their bags.

"Y'all are welcome. Enjoy your night!"

"What movie do we want to watch tonight?" Ms. Brewer walked up to the large machine.

"Journey to Rainbow Falls!" Robin volunteered.

"Sweetie you've seen that movie seven times."

"But it's good."

"Why don't we let Isabella pick something?"

"That works." Robin turned to her friend. "What do you wanna watch Bella?"

"I don't know." Isabella looked over at the movies advertised. "What about this one?" She pointed to a movie showing cartoon ponies on the cover.

"The Secret of the Sapphire Shores? Alright then."

"Let's get these groceries put away first." Ms Brewer opened the door to the apartment as they all carried the groceries in. "Then we can get to work on cooking dinner. Isabella would you like to help us?"

"Huh?"

"Robin usually helps me cook dinner. I thought you'd like to help us."

"But I've never cooked dinner before." Isabella cast her eyes down at the admission.

"You helped me bake cookies a couple of weeks ago." Ms. Brewer reminded her.

"Wait, you two baked cookies without me?!" Robin interrupted her mother, indignant at her lack of inclusion in this activity.

"You weren't at the Palace that day love." Renée placated her daughter with a pat on the head before turning back to Isabella. "It'll be just like that. I'll take care of the hard parts, and you two help me out with some of the little things."

"Ok."

"Now we add the garlic to the sauce..." Ms. Brewer opened the container and earned an immediate reaction from Isabella.

"Eww!" Isabella held her nose as she looked at the container.

"What?" Robin and Renée gave Isabella curious looks as she glowered at the container in Ms. Brewer's hand.

"I don't like that smell."

"What's wrong with it?" Renée gave the container a cursory sniff, concerned it might have gone bad, but found nothing unusual about it.

"I like it." Robin shrugged.

"It's really strong and burns my nose." Isabella said, keeping her hand over her nose.

"I wonder if it's the garlic you don't like, and not the spaghetti itself." Renée mused as she shook the garlic into a measuring cup.

"I like pasta noodles. Just not the sauce it comes in..." Isabella admitted.

"Here you go girls." Ms. Brewer placed a plate down in front of each girl at the table. Robin wasted no time before sticking her fork into her plate of spaghetti. Isabella simply stared at the plate of noodles, or rather the dollop of spaghetti sauce sitting on the side of her plate.

"I don't want any of the sauce." She looked up at Ms. Brewer, who sighed.

"You should at least try it Isabella."

"But I don't like it!"

"How do you know that if you've never tried it?"

"Cause I don't like how it smells!"

"You should still try it."

"I don't wanna!"

"Don't you think Sahdee would want you to try it?" Ms. Brewer played her ace, and Isabella's frown faltered. "She's always trying to get you to try new things." She pressed her advantage. "Don't you think she'd want you to try the spaghetti sauce?" Isabella groaned but picked up her fork and slid it under the sauce and lifted it to her mouth. She hesitated for a moment before closing her lips around the fork, chewing, and swallowing.

"Ugh..." Isabella groaned and squeezed her eyes shut, sticking her tongue out and grabbing her drink.

"No need to be so dramatic about it..." Ms. Brewer shook her head as she sat down at her own plate.

"I tried it." Isabella shot her a glare. "Happy now?"

"Quite."

"Mommy can we watch the movie now?" Robin spoke as soon as she swallowed the last of her spaghetti.

"Why don't you two go ahead and get your baths out of the way first? Then we don't have to worry about that for the rest of the night."

"Ok."

"Isabella do you want to take a bath or a shower?" Ms. Brewer turned to the girl who was now slurping down the last of her noodles.

"I prefer baths."

"Say, why don't you two take a bath together? It'd save on time and water." Ms. Brewer suggested.

"I guess that could work..." Robin said.

"Yeah... I guess..." Isabella added.

"I didn't realize bathing was such a giggle inducing experience." Renée called from her bed as she looked up from her book. While the door to the bathroom was mostly closed, she could still hear Robin and Isabella's giggling through the opening of the door. The bath had begun in near silence, but over time the two began to talk, the talking then escalated to giggling.

"We're playing mermaids!" Robin called back.

"Be that as it may, even mermaids need to clean themselves. Which is what baths are for."

"Aww..."

"The sooner you finish your bath, the sooner we can watch the movie."

"Yeah..." Isabella conceded. "Hey! There's a pool at the Palace! We could go swimmin' next time you come over!"

"You have a pool?"

"I guess. I've seen it when I'm walking around the gardens. I've never gone swimming in it though."

"Girls? Less talking, more washing please."

"All finished?" Ms. Brewer knocked at the door.

"Yeah." She entered the bathroom to find both girls wrapped in towels.

"Isabella I brought your bag so you can change into your pajamas." She set the bag down in front of Isabella.

"Thank you."

"Come on Robin. You should change into your pajamas too."

"Yes Mommy." Robin followed her Mother out of the bathroom, leaving Isabella alone. She changed into her nightgown, and went back to the living room. Just as she arrived the door to Robin's bedroom opened. She heard footsteps rushing towards her and turned to see Robin holding her hands up like claws and bearing her teeth.

"RAWR!"

"YOUR PAJAMAS ARE SOOOOO CUTE!" Robin was now dressed in something resembling a teddy bear costume, complete with a hood shaped like a bear head.

"You like it?" Robin twirled in place to show it off. "My Grand-mère and Grand-père got 'em for me for Christmas last year."

"They're adorable!" Isabella continued to gush. She reached out and rubbed the fabric. "And so soft!"

"They're really comfy." Robin threw her head back, pushing the hood off her head. "The hood's kinda annoying though."

"Isabella you're allowed to have soda right?" Ms. Brewer's voice from the kitchen distracted them.

"Sometimes."

"That's what I thought." Ms. Brewer emerged from kitchen a few seconds later and placed two glasses down on the table. "Give me a minute to get the popcorn." Isabella and Robin each found a seat on the couch as Ms. Brewer returned, placing her own drink on the coffee table, then putting down a bowl full of popcorn.

"Where's the candy?" Isabella asked.

"Hang on, hang on." Ms. Brewer stepped out again and returned a moment later with a smaller bowl filled with a rainbow of candy-coated chocolates.

"Yay!" Isabella grabbed a few pieces the moment Ms. Brewer placed the bowl on the table along with her own beverage.

"Try to take it easy on the candy, that's all you two are getting tonight. You still have to go to sleep at some point."

"Aww..."

"Alright, let's get the movie rolling."

"That was really good!" Isabella cheered as the credits began to roll.

"Mommy can we go to the beach and look for caves like the one they found?" Robin asked.

"Maybe." Ms. Brewer picked up her phone to check the time. "I think it's time for little girls to go to sleep." Her words were met by immediate protest.

"Nooooooo!"

"But it's still early!"

"Robin it's way past your bedtime, and past Isabella's bedtime." She turned the phone around to show that it was nearly 10 PM.

"But we didn't even get to read any!" Isabella whined.

"What if I read you two a bedtime story? But, you have to promise to go to bed afterwards."

"What if we don't promise?" Isabella asked.

"Then you go to bed with no bedtime story, and no reading."

"But that isn't fair!"

"I'm a grown-up, I don't have to be fair." Ms. Brewer put on a sweet smile. "Now, since Isabella picked the movie I think it's only fair for Robin to pick the book."

"But you just said you don't have to be fair!"

"Exactly. I don't have to be fair. But I can choose to be fair. Now, let's pick out a book."

"The end." Renée shut the book with a snap startling the drowsy girl sitting on her lap. "Now it's time for bed."

"Yes ma'am." Isabella began to climb down off her lap, as Robin rolled onto her back on the bed. Renée stood from the chair next to the bed and turned to her daughter.

"Good night baby bird." Renée kissed Robin's forehead. "I love you."

"G'night Mommy. Love you too." Robin pulled her gorilla close to her and closed her eyes. Next, Renée approached Isabella in the sleeping bag, lying on her side and hugging Constantine to her chest.

"Good night Isabella." She knelt down next to the girl and kissed her on the head. "Sweet dreams."

"Good night Ms. Brewer." Isabella yawned and snuggled up to her bat. Renée stood and walked to the door, flipping the light off, and closing the door behind her.

"Psst! Bella! Are you still awake?"

"Uh... Yeah...? We only just went to bed..."

"Oh... Yeah... Um... I'm glad you got to sleepover."

"Me too. It's been fun."

"I wish we coulda read more."

"Yeah. This was fine though. I had fun cooking with you and your Mom."

"Cooking is fun. It can be hard sometimes though."

"I bet."

"Do you and Ms. Sahdee ever do things like that?"

"Not really... I don't get to see her a whole lot..."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"S'ok. She's just busy."

"Yeah. She's nice though."

"She is."

"Nicer than I expected her to be."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing! I just thought... Ya know... As Empress she'd be kinda scary..."

"I've never thought of her as scary. Even when she's mad at me for something. I think she's nicer than most people realize. She can just be strict sometimes."

"I guess. I've never really seen her mad."

"She doesn't get mad a lot. She's always saying she's not angry, just disappointed. But I've definitely seen her angry before."

"What about Steel? Do you ever do anything with him?"

"No. He just watches me sometimes. Same as he does when you're over."

"He's weird."

"A little. But he's nice."

"I don't think 'nice' is the word I'd use."

"How come?"

"He's more... I don't know... But I don't think he's really nice..."

"I don't think he'd hurt anyone... He looks scarier than he is."

"Hey Bella?"

"Yeah?"

"What's school like?"

"I... I dunno... I've never been to school..."

"You haven't? But you're older than me."

"Yeah, and...?"

"So you shoulda been to school right?"

"Not exactly... My Mom home-schooled me. I had a tutor too. I'll be going to school for the first time soon."

"So Ms. Sahdee taught you?"

"Sahdee's... Not... My Mom..."

"She's not?"

"No... I'm adopted..."

"Oh... Bella I-I didn't-"

"It's fine. I don't think I ever told you."

"I'd always kinda wondered why you didn't call Sahdee Mom..."

"Cause she's not my Mom. She's my guardian."

"Then... If you're adopted... What... What happ-"

"Well, where's your Dad?!"

"I don't have one. Mommy says that she loves me soooo much that she doesn't have any love left over to love a Daddy. So it's just me and her."

"Oh... I'm sorry Robin. I shouldn't have said that."

"It's alright. I don't really need a Daddy."

"I don't like talking about my parents. I don't know what happened to them. I don't want to think about it either."

"I'm sorry Bella."

"It's ok. Just... Please don't ask those kindsa questions... It was a rule at Lavender's."

"What's Lavender's?"

"It's... The orphanage I went to..."

"Bella I'm so sorry."

"It was nice enough. I made some friends there. I have that picture of us in my room."

"Oh yeah. I'd always wondered who those kids were. I thought maybe they were your friends from school."

"No. I don't know anyone at the school I'm going to. Well... I know two kids, but I'm not allowed to talk to them."

"Why not?"

"It's a long story..."

"Well, I don't know anyone either. I wish we could go to school together. Even if we're in different grades it'd be nice to know I have a friend at school."

"Different grades?"

"Yeah. You're in first grade aren't you?"

"I think so...?"

"I'm in kindergarten. Next year I'll be in first grade, and you'll be in second."

"How many grades are there?"

"Twelve."

"TWELVE?!"

"Not so loud Bella!"

"Right... Sorry..."

"But yeah. There's twelve grades and three schools. Elementary school is kindergarten through fifth grade, middle school is sixth through eighth, and high school is ninth through twelfth."

"That's a lotta grades..."

"And if you don't do good in school you can have to repeat a grade! Or even worse go to summer school"

"That sounds horrible!"

"It is! I'm gonna try really hard so I never have to repeat a grade."

"Me too! Wait, if you know so much about school how come you asked me about it?"

"Well, Mommy explained a lot about how it works... But didn't really talk about what it was like."

"Well, if your school's like mine we'll get to do lotsa different stuff. They teach you about language, and math, and history, and science, and art, and music, and computers... They even have their own libraries!"

"Schools have libraries?"

"Yeah. I didn't get to look around too much at the one at Azure Academy, but I did get to see it. It had a lot of books that anyone can check out."

"That means I could get books from the library at school and the regular library!"

"Regular library?"

"Yeah. It's a library the city runs. Mommy and I go every week to check out new books and return our old ones."

"That sounds fun!"

"We'll have to take you with us sometime."

"Definitely! Oh! And school's also have playgrounds, like at the park, and you get to play on them at recess every day!"

"Cool! But wait... What if it's raining?"

"Huh... I hadn't thought about that..."

"It wouldn't be very fun to play in the rain..."

"Playing in the rain can be fun."

"Sometimes. I still don't think I'd like it very much."

"Yeah, probably not."

"I'm sleepy..."

"Me too..."

We can talk more in the morning... Night Bella."

"Night Robin."

"Thanks for the ride!" Rose Petal called to the truck's driver as the duo hopped down from the bed of the truck.

"No problem. Good luck!"

"Thanks!" She waved towards the truck as it drove off.

"Well, I am beat. Which way to your place?" Her companion spoke up.

"Not far from town square." Rose explained. "But, uh... Cress? You do realize there's no guarantee it's still standing right?" She felt a chill in her core at the thought of her home's destruction.

"Look at the rest of the town." Crescent Moon set off at a trot towards the town. "This place seems to have come through alright. I'm sure your house is fine."

"I sure hope so... But, like, what if the Emerald's looted it? Or somepony robbed it? Or somepony started selling drugs there? Or what if it caught on fire?! What if my flowers are all nothing but ashes?!" Rose broke into a gallop, now desperate to discover the fate of her home.

She rounded the corner and saw it: the small cottage with a rose painted on the door, still intact, and just as she had left it all those years ago.

"See? I told you it was fine." Crescent chided her as the couple approached the home's fence.

"As I live and breathe." An elderly mare stood in her yard staring at the pair. "Rose Petal? Is that you?"

"Mrs. Clockwork?" Rose cocked her head as she tried to remember her neighbor's name.

"Oh it's you! It's really you!" The mare lunged forward and threw her hooves around Rose. "You're back!"

"Yeah. I'm back. Glad to see my house is still standing."

"Well, when you went off and joined up with the army, I started using that key you gave me, in case you ever locked yourself out, to keep your house tidy for you. Kept an eye on it for you as well."

"You didn't have to do that ma'am." Rose stared in awe at the old mare.

"Ah fingle fangle. It was no trouble." Mrs. Clockwork gave a dismissive wave of her hoof. "I'm afraid I'm not the gardener you are though. These old bones just can't work the way they used to."

"I appreciate the sentiment Mrs. Clockwork." Rose gave her a sympathetic smile.

"And who is this nice young mare?" She asked, turning to Crescent.

"Oh. This is Crescent Moon, my uh... friend. She's gonna be staying with me for a while."

"A pleasure to meet you ma'am." Crescent approached and shook the mare's hoof.

"Likewise dearie, likewise." She smiled at her new and returning neighbors. "I'll let you two get settled in. It's good to have you back Rose."

"It's good to be back Mrs. Clockwork."

"So, just your 'friend' huh?" Crescent teased once they were out of earshot.

"I didn't know what to tell her!" Rose blushed.

"Whatever." Crescent flicked her tail in Rose's face.

"Alright, I deserved that one." Rose turned and reached into her saddle bags, fishing her key out with her teeth. She unlocked the door and pushed it open.

For the first time in years, she stepped into her home. Everything was as she had left it. The small living room with its couch and coffee table. The kitchen looking out on the dining room and living room, the stairs leading to her bedroom.

"Well, this is cozy." Crescent commented as she trotted past Rose into the home.

"Yeah." Rose muttered from her trance.

"Does this lead to your garden?" Crescent unlocked the back door and stepped outside. "Whoa."

"What?" Rose followed her outside only to find her once beautiful garden overrun with weeds. Dandelions bloomed where roses once thrived.

"Are you ok? You don't look so good." Crescent asked.

"Wh- huh- i- bu- th-a..."

Rose fainted.

"Come on Rose this isn't funny!" Crescent's voice, laced with worry, dragged Rose into a hazy state of consciousness.

"Huh?" Rose opened her eyes and recognized her bedroom, and Crescent's concerned face. "What happened?"

"You fainted!"

"My garden!"

"You can fix it!"

"But my garden!" Rose thrashed on the bed, kicking up a cloud of dust, and sending both mares into coughing fits.

"Guess she didn't clean up up here." Crescent managed to speak between coughs. Rose rolled off the bed and went to open the window, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door. "You go deal with that, I'm gonna clean up in here." Crescent suggested.

"Alright." Rose went downstairs and opened the door. Before her stood a familiar sight: a pony clad in the black armor of an armored infantry unit. But, this stallion's armor was different. It had a different design, had more dents and scuffs, and it lacked any insignia.

"Hello Rose Petal." The stallion's deep voice rumbled.

"Hello Red Poppy." Rose answered. The pair stood in silence for several seconds before the stallion spoke up.

"I uh... I wanted to see how you were doing."

"Fine. Just got back."

"Good. Glad to hear it." He nickered and shook his head. "Rose... I uh... I'm not good at this kind of stuff. It's been too long. But... I'm glad you came through it all ok. I'm sorry I put you into all this. I can't tell you everything, but know that I was only trying to do what's best for you. And I'm sorry that this was the best I could do."

"Ok." Rose's head bobbed. "I don't know that I forgive you. But, I accept your apology. I guess I have to, considering."

"Thank you." Red Poppy's shoulders slumped at her words. The two watched each other in silence for a few more seconds. "I guess I should get going." He turned to leave as soon as he said the words.

"Wait!" Rose called after him. He paused and looked back. "Why don't you give me a call sometime, and come over? I could get Mom's old photo albums out... We could look through them... Together..."

"I'd like that." He admitted.

"Alright then." Rose watched as the stallion walked away.

"Who was that hon?" Crescent's voice drew her attention as she nuzzled her marefriend.

"Family." Rose said after a moment's silence. "It was family."

On the 23rd of September, 79 AF, amphibious and airborne troops of the Emerald Federation landed in Pervinca, taking the territory by storm amid a heavy fog. The attack seemed to be the beginning of the end of the Periwinkle Civil War which had broken out in 75 AF over a parliamentary dispute in which the populist Emerald political alliance struggled for power with a conservative bloc which became known as the Crimsons, due to the predominance of the traditional aristocracy of the Periwinkle Kingdom, the "Rednames" (including Empress Sahdee of Periwinkle herself), in opposition to the radical Emerald agenda, as Emerald forces reached the mainland of western Chroma for the first time.

In response to the intractable political and constitutional impasse of 74 AF, Emerald leaders activated plans that for centuries would have been unthinkable; Civil War. An attempted coup d'etat was launched but backfired when Crimson forces foiled an Emerald attack on Snooland, which in turn crippled Emerald plans to seize the Periwinkle capital, Cote D'Azur. Emerald forces instead retreated to the stronghold of their popular support, East Chroma, establishing a political capital at New Periopolis, the former Orangered capital Oraistedearg, and a military headquarters at the Viridian Union, home territory of several Emerald leaders. From this base, Emerald leaders declared the independence of eastern Chroma as the Emerald Federation, an unnecessarily bilingual state espousing their values of federalism, separation of powers, and liberal reform. In opposition to this, the Periwinkle Kingdom, now reduced to Western Chroma, mobilised forces and enacted emergency laws to reconquer the rebel east, forming a powerful, flexible central government intended to win the civil war and form the backbone of a new, post-war Periwinkle Kingdom. This became referred to as the Crimson Empire, and increasingly adopted the imagery of their political faction over that of the Periwinkle Kingdom it had been formed from.

A grinding conflict ensued, spanning 5 years. The two sides jockeyed for position in Chroma's central channel, struggling to capture the central islands. The Emerald forces began to gain the upper hand, seizing many of the channel islands, including occupying neutral Nordwalder and attracting the support of the indecisive territory of Bezold. Crimson forces meanwhile took remained in control of Snooland, which they had defended in 74 AF, and seized the Island of Warriors in the south which controlled the international sea lanes upon which the Emerald territories of Bezold and VU depended. This set the stage for the Southern Campaign of 78-79 AF. Emerald forces attacked and were repelled from the Island of Warriors and Pervinca with significant casualties in 78 AF. Critically, however, the failed attack on the Island of Warriors had compromised Crimson radar systems there enough for a direct strike on Pervinca to be possible. Emerald forces made this attack on the 23rd of September. By neglecting to broadcast an attack warning, they achieved surprise enough to take Pervinca's territorial capital, New Norfolk, most of the territory's secondary cities, and establish a defence line in the north before a Crimson response could be marshalled. Pervinca had been taken, but the war seemed far from over.

Though on the mainline, Emerald forces were faced with a dizzying array of challenges. Directly north of Pervinca was the territory of Fort Iris, one that has never been successfully attacked, straddling astoundingly defensible terrain and covered in layers of fortification. Even should this territory be taken successfully, Emerald forces would have to cross the mountains of New Cerulean and maintain supply lines across these against partisan ambushes and harsh terrain, something which had undid the Orangered "infinichain" campaigns of 6-7 AF and broke the back of the Orangered army. On the other side, Crimson forces were faced by a stronger enemy backed by air superiority and, with the seizure of most central islands, a larger industrial and agricultural base. It seemed to them that gradual defeat in a war of attrition would be the most likely outcome of the war, resulting in the establishment of a republican government which would end centuries of the Periwinkle Kingdom's tradition. In October 79 AF, the Crimson Empire formally sent a request for negotiations to the Emerald Federation, which was received gratefully.

#The Armistice of 79

The Armistice of 79 was negotiated at the RPCK capital, Kozograd, by delegations of the Crimson and Emerald governments, and the following terms were agreed on the 28th of November, 79 AF.

##I. CEASEFIRE & DISARMAMENT

• Fighting to cease as of 1st January 80 AF

• Heavy weapons withdrawn from Pervinca, Fort Iris, and Central Islands

• All conscript, draft forces, or irregular forces to be demobilised

• 5-year Moratorium on arms production and imports

• Remaining Crimson & Emerald armed forces reduced to 100,000 persons or fewer

• All anti-shipping weapons to be removed from Chroma Channel and known minefields to be cleared by Naval forces responsible for laying them

##II. RESUMPTION OF TRADE

• Designated safe border crossings to be established on Pervinca/Iris border by 30 January 80 AF

• Ports in Chroma Channel and Central Islands to be reopened by 30 January 80 AF

• Bridge Project land route across the Chroma Channel to be reopened by March 80 AF

##III. OPENING OF NEGOTIATIONS

• Negotations in good faith towards honourable peace and reunification of Chroma to commence in Snoo, capital of Snooland, on 1 March 80 AF

• Delegates and Plenipotentiaries to provide their own pencils

The Armistice of 79 was met with jubilation by a war-weary population. Reportedly, the two armies virtually disintegrated overnight, as troops abandoned military discipline and raucous celebrations broke out across Chroma's cities. On the Pervinca-Iris border, Emerald and Crimson troops openly crossed into each others' lines to exchange gifts and fraternise. As a result, fighting ended significantly earlier than January 80 AF. However, it was clear that treaty negotiations would be a significantly more difficult affair. Despite their willingness to compromise both sides were still significantly opposed on virtually every issue, and internal divisions further split the factions.

The issue of the Periwinkle Monarchy was particularly contentious. Crimson leadership sought to maintain the Monarch's constitutional privileges and elements of royal prerogative while Emerald leadership was divided between ardent republicanism and willingness to retain a constitutional monarchy. The Monarch's title, "Queen of Periwinkle and Empress of Chroma", was also controversial; Chroma was defined as territories beyond Western Chroma, including the central channel islands and Orangered areas annexed after the Second War, implying second-class status for this areas. Though legally, these areas received equal electoral representation and citizenship to the Periwinkle Kingdom, they had suffered from slower economic growth in the post-war years. The eventual settlement on this matter was broadly agreeable; Sahdee was allowed to remain on the throne, and her royal titles in Chroma merged. Queen of Periwinkle and Empress of Chroma became Queen of Chroma, and the Crown was stripped of veto power over laws and unilateral command of military forces while retaining most ceremonial privileges and the right to meet with and advise government.

This was followed by wide-ranging constitutional reform. The Periwinkle Kingdom had long operated on the basis of an uncodified constitution whose weaknesses had been exposed by the crisis of 74 AF. Emerald delegates pressed to introduce a written constitution, an elected upper house, and fully democratic territorial governments, replacing the appointed House of Lords and Territorial Governors of the old system. Additionally, the constitution fully implemented separation of the executive, legislature and judiciary branches of government, and introduced federalism to the previously-unitary Periwinkle government. The several senior lords and former territorial governors would be seated at the State Advisory Council, and territories would be allowed to retain ceremonial governors' positions as they wished.

Finally, the matter of the Orangered people was discussed. Though most Orangered citizens in Eastern Chroma had by now accepted Periwinkle government, a nationalist core had remained, and many of these including Emerald naval commander Admiral Ransom, had joined the Emerald cause in the hopes of greater freedom or even a restored Orangered nation. This was granted through both the federalism of Chroma, which would give Orangered-majority territories greater autonomy, and the creation of the Orangered Free State in O'Shaughnessey, far to the east of Chroma, an Orangered-populated island which had been administered by the Periwinkle Government since the Third War. It was agreed that the OFS would be allowed free trade with the Periwinkle Kingdom in exchange with limits to its military strength and a pact of non-aggression between the two states.

#The Treaty of Snoo, 82 AF

#I. MINORITY RIGHTS

• O'Shaughnessey to become Orangered Free State independent of Periwinkle government; However, OFS is strictly forbidden from raising military forces and shall be bound to maintain peace with the Periwinkle Kingdom and its neighbouring states

• Religious equality for followers of Bazza

• Full Legal and political equality between territories of East and West Chroma

• Honourable treatment, commemoration, and aid for veterans of the civil war on all sides.

#II. REUNIFICATION PROCESS

• Provisional Government to come into force on 4th May 82 AF

• Provisional government will oversee restructuring of Chroma's government, military, infrastructure and economy for 5 years until elections of new government take place.

• Will be composed of representatives from Crimson and Emerald governments and sit at temporary capital of Snoo City

• Will set borders and governments of individual territories; Existing democratic territorial governments will be kept or amended if possible; Non-democratic or dysfunctional state governments to be replaced with working democratic systems as Provisional Government sees fit.

• Remaining Crimson and Emerald military forces to be bough under command of Provisional Government, and Military command to be restructured in order to reintegrate units and personell.

• Will carry out vital infrastructural repairs, reissuing of Periwinkle indentification documents and passports, reunfication of internal trade and transportation systems, and prepare government agencies for reunification

• Will set initial federal and state budgets until unified government is capable of taking over

• General Election to take place on or around 4th May 87 AF, as appropriate, for all federal, state, and local governments under reunified Periwinkle Kingdom.

#III. RESTORATION OF THE PERIWINKLE KINGDOM

• Restoration of the Periwinkle Kingdom to take place following General Election of 87 AF

• Queen Sahdee shall retain the throne upon restoration of the Periwinkle Kingdom as monarch. The Crown will no longer possess the right to unilaterally appoint ministers, pass or veto law, or command military force. However the crown retains the right to advise and meet with government members, and retains all current property and residences.

• Royal Title "Empress of Chroma" merged with "Queen of Periwinkle" to become "Queen of Chroma" to reflect the equal status of all Chroman territories.

• Federal Government to consist of separate Federal Cabinet, Federal Parliament, Federal Supreme Court, and in a ceremonial role the Crown of Queen of Chroma, remaining at capital city of Côte D'azur

• Federal Parliament to consist of directly elected Popular Assembly and Federal Assembly elected by state governments

• Federal States and borders to use existing territory names and borders, and operate under territorial governments installed or approved by Provisional Government

• State Advisory Council of appointed territory governors and Monarch will exist as an advisory body to the government.

After a gruelling period of negotiation lasting around three years, the Treaty of Snoo was agreed on the 1st April 82 AF, formally ending the Civil War and beginning the reunification process, concluding four devastating Chroman wars and eight decades of conflict.

August 6, 76 AF
The Sapphire Palace, Côte d'Azur

"Renée?"

"Yes, your Majesty?"

"It's a lovely day out. I think it would be a shame if the girls spent it cooped up in the Palace all day."

"I can tell them to go play outside then."

"I had something else in mind actually."

"Oh?" Renée stopped in her tracks.

"What if you took them to the zoo?"

"The zoo?" Renée's face turned into one of worry. "I-I'm not sure if they'd really like that. They like their books you know. Besides, it could be crowded, and the metro stations might scare Isabella..."

"Oh!" The realization hit Sahdee and she placed a hand on Renée's arm. "I'll pay for everything. And you can take one of the cars we have here if you'd like."

"Your Majesty... I couldn't possibly ask you to do that..."

"It was my idea."

"Th-thank you Sahdee." Renée blinked a few times and turned away. "Robin's been wanting to go to the zoo ever since my parents got her a children's animal encyclopedia. But between my schedule and our... Finances... I could never figure out how to make it work. My parents have offered to take her, but she wouldn't go if I couldn't."

"Renée, if you need some time off all you have to do is ask..." Sahdee paused. "I guess for you, and the rest of the staff, it's hard to think of me as someone you could ask that of. Isn't it?"

"It is."

"I don't do a very good job of connecting with any of you, do I?"

"No, you don't."

"Well, how about this: I appreciate everything that you do for me. As a token of my appreciation, why don't you and your daughter go to the zoo today? Although, I would be very appreciative if you would consider taking Isabella with you too."

"It would be my privilege, your Majesty."

"Oh girls?" Ms. Brewer singsonged as she entered the playroom. "I have a special surprise for you!"

"What is it?"

"Did you bring us biscuits?"

"No Isabella, it's better than cookies. How would you two like to go to the zoo?" Ms. Brewer asked as her smile grew.

"THE ZOO?!" Robin jumped out of her chair, a huge grin on her face. "Really?!"

"Really. It's all because of Ms. Sahdee, so you be sure to say 'thank you' to her."

"I will! I can't believe we get to go to the zoo!" Robin bounced in place, unable to contain her excitement.

"Um... What's the zoo?" Isabella piped up causing Robin to wheel around on her, a look of shock on her face.

"You don't know what the zoo is?!"

"Zoos are places where they keep a large variety of animals that most people would never get to see." Ms. Brewer explained. "They keep them there and care for them, and people can come and see them."

"Oh. That sounds neat."

"'Neat'? Bella the zoo's the best place in the world! They have lions and tigers and elephants and giraffes and gorillas and lots and lotsa other creatures!" Robin had to stop to catch her breath.

"That sounds dangerous..."

"It's perfectly safe. The animals are in enclosures and separated from the people." Renée assured her.

"Oh. That's good."

"What are we doing standing here?" Robin grabbed her mother by the hand. "Let's go!"

"Well," Ms. Brewer halted her daughter. "We need to put some sunscreens on Isabella first..."

"Aww. I hate sunscreen..."

Ms. Brewer pulled the car into the parking lot as Robin remained glued to her window as she bounced in her seat from the excitement.

"Alright girls, stay close." Ms. Brewer herded the girls to her once they were out of the car and headed towards the gate. "Hold my hand." She stuck her hands out as they approached the street, allowing both girls to grab one. The party joined a small group that was also crossing the road. Once across, they joined a larger crowd waiting to purchase tickets.

"I can't see anything from here!" Robin whined as she tried to catch a glimpse of the zoo around her mother.

"That's because we're still outside dear." Renée placed a hand on Robin's shoulder. "I know you're excited but settle down a little." Robin groaned, but her movement slowed to sporadic fidgets.

The line moved along at a good pace, and within a few minutes they were at one of the ticket kiosks.

"Welcome to Azoore. How may I help you?" The man behind the glass asked.

"One adult and two children's tickets please."

"Certainly. That'll be 53.47 CRM please."

"Here you go." Renée reached into her purse and withdrew a plastic card and handed it to the man. A few seconds later the man passed it back along with a few pieces of paper.

"Thank you very much. Here are your tickets and your visitor's guide. Please enjoy your time here." The man smiled at the party.

"Thank you sir. Come on girls." Renée ushered them into the park proper. "So, where should we- ROBIN!" Renée shouted after Robin who went running for the first enclosure she saw.

"Yarp!" Isabella yipped in surprise as Renée grabbed her hand and yanked her in the direction Robin went.

"Look, flamingos!" Robin stopped by the railing and stared at the pink birds gathered in the large pool before her.

"Robin Antoinette Brewer!" Renée grabbed her daughter by the shoulder and turned her around to look her in the eye. "Do NOT do that again."

"I'm sorry..."

"I know you're excited, but you can't just run off! If you can't behave we're going to leave!"

"No! Please!"

"Then I need you to behave."

"Yes ma'am."

"Um... The birds are pretty..." Isabella tried to break the awkward exchange. "What did you say they were called?" She approached the railing to look at them.

"They're called flamingos." Robin said as she turned and stood next to her friend.

"How come they're pink?" Isabella watched as the birds strode across the pond on their long legs. "I've never seen pink birds before."

"It comes from what they eat." Robin explained. "If they don't get enough of it they turn white."

"Huh. How come some of 'em are on one leg?" Isabella pointed towards a group that seemed to be sleeping but stood on one leg.

"No one's really sure. I read it probably has something to do with body heat though."

"So, it helps them stay warm?"

"I guess."

"Girls, smile." Renée's voice distracted them from the flamingos. They turned to see her holding her phone up to take a picture of them. Isabella draped her arm across Robin's shoulder, and her friend reciprocated the movement, and both smiled. "Thank you." Renée chuckled. "Now, why don't we take a moment, look at the map, and figure out a path to follow?"

The group walked out onto the platform overlooking a large grassy plain. Various trees dotted the landscape, as animals moved around in the tall grass.

"Look at the giraffes." Ms. Brewer pointed towards the large four-legged creature.

"Its neck is really long." Isabella commented as they watched it eating leaves off the trees.

"Ooh! There's some zebras!" Robin diverted their attention to the black and white stripped herded approaching the watering hole.

"What are those things?" Isabella pointed at another four-legged animal with reddish fur and long dark horns.

"I'm not sure." Robin admitted.

"There's an information panel here." Ms. Brewer moved over to a panel on the platform. "I think those would be the red-fronted gazelle."

"Huh."

"They're all really pretty." Isabella said.

"Ready to get moving?"

"There's the hippo exhibit!" Robin pointed towards a large concrete building.

"Alright, we can head there next." Ms. Brewer led the girls into the indoor portion of the enclosure, revealing a large glass wall with water on the other side.

"They're so big." Isabella stared in awe at the massive gray creatures floating in the water.

"Look! That one's heading up top. Why don't we follow him?" Ms. Brewer suggested. The trio walked back outside, then up the ramp to see the land portion. Here, several hippos lounged in the warm sun, while others munched on patches of grass.

"That one's yawning!" Robin pointed at a hippo with its mouth opened wide, revealing the massive teeth within.

"Why does this thing say there's a hippo species called 'flying purple hippos'?" Isabella asked as she looked at the information panel for the hippos.

"Those are really rare and only live in like two places." Robin said as she walked over.

"But they're real?" Isabella gave her an unconvinced look.

"Yeah."

"But they're so big. How can something like that fly? And why are they purple?"

"They've got big wings." Robin shrugged.

"Huh. They do exist." Ms. Brewer held out her phone for Isabella to see the picture on it.

"But... They... Huh...?"

"Whoa..." Isabella gasped as the lion rose into a standing position. He shook his head, sending his mane into a storm of motion. He hopped down from the rocks and wandered around his enclosure. All the while, a female lion watched him from her perch.

"He's looking at us." Robin whispered as the lion turned his head and stared at his observers. Both girls took a step closer to Ms. Brewer.

"It's fine girls." She placed a reassuring hand on their shoulders. "He can't get you. Besides, there's so many people out here I doubt he's looking at us." She glanced to both sides at the crowd around them.

"Let's just get moving... We saw the lions. They're big, they're pretty. Let's go..." Robin grabbed her Mother's hand and pulled her away.

"You girls are so silly." She teased. "Alright, where to next?"

"And I thought the hippos were big..." Isabella marveled at the elephants wandering the plain in front of her.

"They're really smart too." Robin commented. "But they're in danger in the wild. Poachers hunt them for their tusks."

"Why would they do that?!" Isabella whipped around.

"Their tusks sell for a lot of money."

"But... but... But that's not right!" Isabella stomped her foot in frustration. "Look at them... They're so calm."

"I know." Ms. Brewer placed her hands on Isabella's shoulders. "No one likes poachers, and a lot of people are doing a lot to help protect elephants and other animals."

"Ok..."

"You wanna go see other animals?"

"Can we watch the elephants for a little longer?"

"Of course."

"Hey there's ducks in the pond!" Robin gestured towards the family of ducks floating in the water.

"Aww! Look at the little baby duckies!" Isabella gushed at the fluffy little ducklings following their mother in the pond.

"I think this is supposed to be a turtle exhibit."

"I don't see any turtles though. Just ducks." Robin continued looking around in the water.

"Maybe we'll come back and look for the turtles later..."

"They have a petting zoo!" Robin gasped with excitement.

"Can we go Ms. Brewer?" Isabella asked.

"Of course. You two go ahead, I'll watch from out here."

"Come on Bella!" Robin grabbed her friend by the hand and pulled her towards the petting zoo's gate. The pair entered the pen and joined the small throng of other children petting various animals.

"What's that?" Isabella pointed to a large creature covered in brown fur lounging nearby.

"Aww it's a capybara!" Robin approached the creature and rubbed its head. Isabella joined her and began petting it as well.

"He seems nice." Isabella turned to look at the rest of the animals. "They have a lot of animals in here." She commented. "I wanna go pet the sheep. And the goats."

"Ok. Let's go."

"Where are we going next?" Isabella asked as she and Robin returned to Ms. Brewer.

"Why don't we go look at the gorillas next?" She suggested.

"That sounds fun."

"Look how big they are." Isabella stared through the glass as the gorillas shuffled about in their enclosure.

"I feel like we've been saying that a lot." Ms. Brewer joked.

"Yeah, but they are..." Isabella muttered, her eyes not moving off the gorillas.

"It's one thing to see 'em in a book, it's another to see them in person." Robin chimed in.

"What she said." Isabella defended herself.

One of the gorillas approached the observation area, observing his observers. He took a few steps closer and came up next to the glass, looking down on the little girl standing before him.

"Whoa..." Robin's voice was a whisper as the gorilla towered over her. The gorilla reached out and placed his hand against the glass, lining up it with the hand Robin had also placed against the glass. The gorilla's hand dwarfed Robin's in comparison. The sound of a camera shutter distracted Robin and she turned to see her Mom holding her phone up. When she turned back the gorilla had wandered off. "That. Was. So. Cool!" Robin hopped in place as she grinned from ear-to-ear. "He came right up to me!"

"That was amazing!" Isabella ran over and hugged her friend. "He must like you!"

"I think she reminded him of someone else." Ms. Brewer turned them back towards the enclosure, where a much smaller gorilla was now rushing over to the gorilla walking away from them.

"Is that his daughter?" Robin asked as they watched the child gorilla climb onto the adult's back.

"I think it is."

"How sweet!"

"Where do you wanna go next?" Isabella asked as the trio walked away from the gorilla exhibit. She turned around to see Ms. Brewer stooped down as Robin whispered into her ear.

"How about we take a quick bathroom break?" Ms. Brewer suggested.

"Um... Yeah." Isabella became acutely aware of her own body's needs. "That sounds good."

Isabella exited the stall to find Ms. Brewer and Robin already at the sinks.

"Come on Isabella. Wash your hands." Ms. Brewer motioned her over. She ran her hands under the warm water before lathering them with soap, rinsing, then drying them. The trio exited the bathroom back into the hot summer sun.

"Now where to?" Robin asked.

"I'm hungry." Isabella spoke up. With one need relieved she was made aware of another.

"There's a food court around here somewhere." Ms. Brewer reached into her purse to pull their map of the park out. "I think it's this way."

"Are we there yet?"

"Hang on... This map is confusing... We just passed the warthogs, so it should be this way..."

"No. The koalas are over there, so the food court should be this way."

"But when we passed the platypuses we went right, so we're over here. That means the food court is that way!"

"Platypi."

"I don't care! I just want food!"

"Finally!" Isabella sighed with relief and picked up her pace at the sight of the food stalls. Ms. Brewer tightened her grip on Isabella's hand and made a disapproving noise.

"Don't you go running off now."

"But I'm hungry!" Isabella whined.

"I know, I know. Let's see what they have to choose from and we'll get something to eat. Ok?"

"Ok... Hey, that guy's selling curry!" She pointed to one of the stands.

"What's curry?" Robin asked.

"I'm not really sure..." Isabella admitted. "But me and Sahdee eat it for dinner sometimes, and it's good!"

"Would you like to try it?" Ms. Brewer suggested.

"Alright."

"This is really good." Robin said as she ate her curry.

"Mmhmm." Isabella was too busy shoveling food into her mouth to give a proper response.

"Remember to chew Isabella..." Ms. Brewer looked up from her own meal. Isabella made a sound that resembled a response. "So, what have been your favorite animals so far?"

"The gorillas!" Robin's response was immediate.

"Da ewefants." Isabella mumbled.

"Isabella don't talk with your mouth full."

"Then don't talk to me while I'm eating." She snapped back.

"Mind your tongue young lady. I don't think Sahdee would appreciate you using that tone with me."

"Sorry... I'm just hungry..."

"That's no reason to forget your manners."

"I know... I'm sorry Ms. Brewer."

"I accept your apology."

"Are you gonna finish that?" Isabella pointed to Robin's food.

"I'll get you another plate Isabella."

"Alright." Ms. Brewer placed their trash in the wastebasket. "Anything else?"

"I'm fine."

"I'm good."

"Good. Ready to get back to the animals?"

"Yeah!"

"Yeah!"

"I think those are the monkeys up there." Robin pointed to a nearby enclosure.

"They're really popular." Isabella observed.

"Actually... Let's skip this one..." Ms. Brewer took the girls by the shoulders and guided them down the path away from the enclosure.

"Why do those people have all those signs?"

"I don't know."

"What's a 'bazza'?" Isabella asked.

"Nothing!"

"Whoa! Look at him!" Robin ran up to the glass of the enclosure.

"He's so close to us!" Isabella joined her friend as they gaped at the tiger lounging against the glass.

"He's gorgeous." Ms. Brewer marveled at the tiger's coat.

"Look how big his paws are!" Robin pointed to the tiger's large paws, as her rolled over and began to scratch his back on the concrete of the enclosure.

"Aww! He's just like a big kitty!" Isabella observed.

"Ugh..." Isabella shivered as they stepped back into the sunlight. "Why did I let you talk me into that?"

"That wasn't so bad." Robin countered. "The snakes were neat."

"They were gross and slimy."

"They weren't slimy! They were really clean!"

"You couldn't tell they were behind glass."

"Yeah, but nothing looked slimy."

"They have another special exhibit on nocturnal creatures." Ms. Brewer pointed to another building across the square. "Why don't we check that out next?"

"Cool!" Isabella looked up at the bats hanging from the roof of the enclosure.

"Eww!" Robin cringed away from the fliers as they began to stir. "Bats are gross!"

"Why?" Isabella asked as she kept her eyes glued on the small creatures.

"They bite people! And drink blood! They're gross!"

"Oh..." Isabella looked away from the bats as a frown appeared on her face. Soft chittering distracted her, and she looked back to the enclosure. Several bats had fluttered down to the floor of their enclosure and were looking up at Isabella. "Cool..." She breathed.

"Well, it seems they've taken a liking to you." The girls turned around to see a man wearing a zoo uniform. "Very misunderstood creatures bats are." The man explained. "They mostly eat insects that most people would consider a nuisance, mosquitoes and the like."

"But... They drink blood..." Robin muttered.

"Only a few species do. And even those that do seldom attack humans." He said.

"Oh..." Robin conceded and turned to look at the bats staring back at Isabella.

"See, I told you they weren't bad."

"I guess..."

"Mommy can we go to the gift shop?" Robin asked as they returned to the zoo's entrance.

"I suppose..."

The gift shop, though crowded, was a truly wondrous place.

Isabella wandered the aisles, taking in all the toys, stuffed animals, clothes, and books, that filled the shelves.

"There's so much here." Isabella remarked.

"Well, you can get one thing." Ms. Brewer held up a lone finger for emphasis. Robin trailed behind her, carrying a plush gorilla.

Isabella returned to the large bin containing the stuffed animals and resumed digging through it with a few other children. Until she noticed one lying, long untouched, near the bottom of the bin. She picked it up and considered the furry creature for a moment.

"I like this one!"

"Uh..." Ms. Brewer surveyed the parking lot for a moment. "Do either of you remember where we parked?"

"Ms. Sahdee!" To Sahdee's shock, the voice did not belong to Isabella, but to Robin. The little girl rushed up to her and threw her arms around her. "Thank you so much for letting us go to the zoo! It was amazing!"

"You're very welcome." She returned the girl's hug.

"We all had a wonderful time." Renee said. "Didn't we girls?"

"Yeah!"

"Uh-huh!" Sahdee turned to Isabella to see her holding a small stuffed animal, that after a moment, Sahdee realized was a bat. "Who's this?" She asked as she reached for the little plush creature.

"His name's Constantine." She offered the bat up to Sahdee. Sahdee took it and looked it over, noting the fuzzy plumage around its neck, little ears, velvet wings, and little white cloth fangs. She turned it over and noticed the tag reading: common vampire bat.

"He's very nice." She handed the bat back to Isabella.

"Mommy let's show her the pictures!"

"Ooh! Yeah!"

"Alright, let's go sit down, and you can tell me all about it."

"I know we've said it already," Renée spoke once the children had run off to play. "But thank you. Thank you so much."

"I should be the one thanking you for taking Isabella to experience something new." Sahdee said. "I can tell she really enjoyed it."

"She did. It's just that I've never seen Robin come out of her shell like that before. She's usually so shy and rarely starts a conversation. But today, she was telling Isabella all about the animals they were looking at, and answering her questions, and being outgoing. She even talked to some of the other zoo guests and the zoo staff!"

"That's wonderful Renée." Sahdee smiled. "She's always seemed like such a nice girl. I'm glad to see her coming into her own."

"Hopefully it'll carry over when she starts kindergarten in a couple weeks."

"So, she's five years old correct?"

"Yes, your Majesty. She'll turn six in January."

"And you're... How old... Exactly...?" Renée froze for an instant before turning her face away from Sahdee.

"I'm twenty-three your Majesty."

"I-I'm sorry... I didn't realize..."

"No. It's fine. I put my faith in the wrong person. I thought he loved me. I was wrong." She shook her head and turned back to Sahdee. "But Robin's the best thing that ever happened to me. She forced me to mature quickly. It's been a hard road, but raising Robin has been the most fulfilling thing I've ever done."

"Robin's a wonderful girl, and a testament to your ability as a parent." Sahdee smiled and placed a hand on Renée's shoulder. "

"Thank you, your Majesty."

"I have to say, raising Isabella has been interesting. It seems like every day she presents me with a challenge I hadn't anticipated." Sahdee paused and smirked. "For someone as controlling as I am that's taken some getting used to." Ms. Brewer and Sahdee chuckled at her joke.

"For what it's worth, I think you're doing a great job." Renée assured her. "Isabella's a polite, smart, charming, and caring girl. And I know she adores you."

"Thank you, Renée."

"Are we supposed to hug now?"

"Ready for bed Isabella?" Sahdee entered Isabella's bedroom to find her sitting at her desk reading a book, already wearing her nightgown.

"Yeah, I guess." Isabella hopped out of her chair and made her way over to her bed. Sahdee pulled back the covers and allowed Isabella to climb in. As she did, Sahdee realized she was cradling the little stuffed bat in her arms, hugging it tight to her chest.

"Gonna sleep with your new friend?" Sahdee asked.

"Um... Yeah..." Isabella's cheeks took on a slight reddish tint at Sahdee's question. "He's really soft... And huggable..."

"He is." Sahdee pulled the covers up over Isabella. "Alright, goodnight my little bat." Isabella smiled at the nickname.

"Goodnight Sahdee."

July 31, 76 AF
The Sapphire Palace, Côte d'Azur

"You know Mrs. Crawford, I must applaud your sense of timing."

"Excuse me, your Majesty?" Jeanette gave the Empress a curious look as they shook hands.

"Your first visit came the day Isabella got all her vaccinations. Your second comes while she's grounded."

"Grounded?!" Mrs. Crawford's jaw dropped and her eyebrows arched upwards in surprise. "What did she do?"

"She started a fight during one of her play dates. It escalated into her biting one of her playmates."

"What?!"

"Oh, and she also bit Chancellor Nef a few days before that."

"WHAT?!" Mrs. Crawford stared in disbelief.

"In fairness to her, the Chancellor was more my fault. He'd picked her up and I should have made him put her down."

"B-but I don't understand! She's usually so well behaved! The only incident I can think of is when she didn't want a dentist looking at her teeth. She threw a pair of sunglasses at them. That's the most violent thing I'm aware of her doing."

"Why don't I let you talk to her about it?"

"Please."

"Steel? Where is Isabella?" Sahdee put a finger to her earpiece.

"Somewhere outside, I don't know. I'm not her keeper."

"Yes, you are."

"Isabella!" Sahdee called from the veranda, her voice echoing through the gardens. "Give her a minute." Sahdee turned and sat down in a nearby chair. "Can I offer you something to drink?"

"I'm fine, thank you. But, other than being grounded how is she doing?"

"Outside of those incidents, very well. She's had a few play dates that mostly went well. The one that didn't wasn't entirely her fault. She's getting along well with other children, the palace staff, and is getting ready to start school."

"I just can't wrap my head around her being violent. She's always been such a sweet girl."

"Like I said, I'll let her tell you the story."

"Mrs. Crawford!" Isabella emerged from the gardens, pushing a stroller with a baby doll in it. She pushed the stroller to the stairs, then picked the doll up and carried it with her to greet her friend. "It's so nice to see you!" She hugged the woman.

"It's good to see you too Isabella." Mrs. Crawford smiled back. "Who's this?" She asked pointing to Isabella's doll.

"Oh. Um... Her name's Christina..." Isabella's cheeks rapidly took on a scarlet hue. "I wanted to take her for a walk in the gardens..."

"That's very sweet of you." Mrs. Crawford smiled at her. "Do you think you and I can talk for a bit?"

"That'd be nice." Isabella smiled back. "Ooh!" Isabella hopped in place with excitement. "Sahdee, can I show her my school stuff?"

"If you'd like. Ms. Brewer took her to get her school supplies yesterday. She's so excited."

"I'd love to see your school things Isabella."

"Yay!" Isabella cheered. "Come on, I'll show you!"

"Hold on one moment sweetie." Mrs. Crawford held her up. "Both of you have mentioned Ms. Brewer before. Would it be possible for me to speak with her later?"

"Of course." Sahdee assented. "I'll have Steel locate her and find you. Your school things are in your room, right?" Sahdee turned back to Isabella.

"Yes ma'am."

"Terrific. Come on Isabella, lead the way."

"Ok. I need to put Christina down for her nap first." Isabella retreated down the stairs and lifted the stroller and brought it back up with her. Then, placed the doll back in it and began pushing it along.

"So, how have you been Isabella?" Mrs. Crawford asked as the pair walked through the Palace.

"I'm good. Sahdee's been inviting kids over to play with me so I've been able to see other kids more."

"That's good. Are you having fun with them?"

"Yeah. Some of them anyways. One girl only played a video game by herself and wouldn't do anything else."

"That's not very nice."

"It wasn't. It's fine though. Sahdee said I don't have to play with her anymore."

"That's good. How are things between you and Sahdee?"

"They're good. I still don't get to see her a whole lot, but she's nice to me."

"Are you two getting along?"

"Yeah."

"Any incidents?"

"Nope. She did take me out to her goat farm a few days ago. I got to pet the goats. They were so cute!"

"She has a goat farm?"

"Yeah, that's what I said. She also grows mangoes there. Well, not her. She pays people to do it."

"I'm sure. Though, now I'm picturing Sahdee working as a farmer."

"Yeah." Isabella giggled. "It's funny to think about. Hang on." Isabella opened the door to the playroom and pushed the stroller in, picked the doll up, then placed it down in a small crib and pulled a blanket over it.

"Aww! You're a real sweetheart you know that?" Mrs. Crawford smiled and got one in turn from Isabella.

"Come on! My school stuff's in my room." Isabella bolted out of the play room and towards her bedroom, with Mrs. Crawford following close behind. "Hi Mina!" Isabella paused to scratch the lop-eared rabbit on the top of her head. "Look, Mrs. Crawford's here. You remember her, don't you?" The rabbit stared back at her former, brief, owner with passive disinterest, before pushing her head into Isabella's hand for more head scratches.

"Are these your school supplies?" Mrs. Crawford asked once she noticed the bags lying against the wall.

"Yeah. Look!" Isabella walked over and fished a backpack out of one. "My backpack's black and pink and so pretty!" She gushed as she pulled the backpack on, modelling it for Mrs. Crawford. "And I got a matching lunchbox too!" She unzipped the bag, and pulled the accessory from within the backpack.

"Look at you! All ready for school!" Mrs. Crawford clapped her hands. "Are you excited?"

"Yeah! I've never been to school before. And Azure Academy looks really neat. They have lotsa computers and stuff and I can't wait to use them!"

"I'm glad you're excited." She smiled. "What else do you have?"

"I got some new colored pencils and crayons and stuff." Isabella turned and pulled things out of the bags as she named them. "Notebooks, binders, glue sticks, sticky notes, pens, pencils, paper... That kinda stuff."

"I'm sure they'll all be very useful." Mrs. Crawford sat down on Isabella's bed. "Is there anything else going on?"

"Nothing I can think of." Isabella shrugged as she kept rifling through the bags. Mrs. Crawford sighed.

"Isabella... Sahdee told me you got in a fight." Isabella froze at Mrs. Crawford's words.

"She... She did?"

"Yes. She did."

"Are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad. I'm just confused. Why would you get in a fight? You're such a sweet girl?"

"They were being mean! They were making fun of the way I look..."

"Did you talk with them about how that made you feel?"

"I tried, but they just kept making fun of me."

"Did you get an adult?"

"No... I just pushed Erica over. She started crying and then Eric hit me... I hit him back... And I don't remember much after that..."

"She said you bit him."

"I... I did..."

"Why did you do all that?"

"They were making fun of me! I got mad and... And made a mistake..."

"It's good that you recognize that, Isabella." Mrs. Crawford placed a hand on Isabella's shoulder. "You made a mistake, and you seem to be learning from it."

"That's what Sahdee said I had to do."

"How did Sahdee react when it happened?"

"Sahdee didn't listen to me at all!" Isabella exploded. "She just sent me to my room, and took their side!"

"She didn't listen?"

"She wouldn't let me talk at all and tell my side! She didn't even know they'd been making fun of me until she read the thing she makes me write when I get in trouble!"

"What 'thing she makes you write'?"

"She makes me write about what happened, how I felt, and what I can do better next time whenever I get in trouble."

"Does that help?"

"May... Maybe a little..."

"Well, that's what she's trying to do. I'm sure she feels bad about not listening to you at the time. She was probably just caught up in the moment."

"She did apologize later... And we did talk... But she still grounded me anyways..."

"Well, when you make a mistake they have consequences. You have to accept that."

"Ugh. I get that enough from her. Don't you start too." Isabella groaned earning a laugh from Jeanette.

"Alright, I won't start. But, she is right, you know."

"If you say so..."

A knock at the door brought their conversation to an end.

"Come in." Isabella called. The door opened and a brown-haired woman walked in. "Hi Ms. Brewer."

"Hi Isabella." Ms. Brewer smiled at her before turning to Mrs. Crawford. "You must be Mrs. Crawford. Sahdee said you'd like to speak with me?"

"Yes, my name is Jeanette Crawford. I represent Isabella." She stuck her hand out for the other woman.

"Renée Brewer, I work here at the Palace, and keep an eye on Isabella for Empress Sahdee." She shook Jeanette's hand.

"So, I've been told. I was hoping to get a chance to speak with you for a bit."

"That's fine. Though, Sahdee suggested we take Isabella to the park so she can play while we talk." She turned and winked at Isabella.

"But I'm grounded..." Isabella frowned.

"Yes, but Sahdee said this was a special occasion so she's make an exception."

"Really?!" Isabella gasped as a grin blossomed on her face.

"Really." Renée smiled back.

"Well, what are waiting for? Let's go!"

"I have to say, I've heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally get to meet you." The two women sat down on the bench in the park and watched as Isabella clambered up a ladder into the play fort.

"I appreciate that Isabella and Sahdee think highly enough of me to mention me."

"So, what's your primary job at the Palace?"

"Well, before Isabella came along, I mostly cleaned up around that wing of the Palace. I assisted with setting up and serving at special events, and things like that. I've only worked at this job a few months. Before that I cleaned houses with my Aunt, she's the one who heard about the opening at the Palace and suggested I put in an application."

"How is it you wound up looking after Isabella?"

"Mrs. Margaux, my supervisor, announced that Sahdee had adopted a little girl and was looking for gift ideas and suggestions. I put in a few ideas of things I'd done for Robin, my daughter, and they seemed to have stuck. Isabella's play room wound up in my neck of the woods so I started checking in on her every so often. During one of those Sahdee came in too and asked if I'd mind taking Isabella shopping. I agreed and ever since then when Sahdee needs Isabella to go somewhere she usually asks me to take her."

"And Isabella seems happy with this arrangement?"

"Happy enough. I'm sure she'd rather spend more time with Sahdee, but I think she likes me enough that it doesn't bother her too much."

"What about your own daughter?" Renée whipped around with an incredulous look. "I'm not trying to dig too much. I'm just wondering."

"Her name is Robin. She's five. She stays with my parents most days until I get off work. She starts school in a few weeks, and she's excited."

"Have you introduced her to Isabella?"

"Yes. They played together a couple weeks ago or so. They had fun."

"That's good." The women turned and watched as Isabella slid down a slide before popping up and running over to an open swing. "I worry she doesn't get to interact with other children enough. It's good she's made some friends."

"She's a very likable girl."

"What happened with the fight?"

"To my understanding, Eric and Erica were making fun of her appearance and she lashed out. I can hardly blame her. She's only six, and pretty insecure about her appearance."

"Insecure how?"

"Well, whenever I take her shopping and she goes to try things on she refuses to leave the dressing room. She makes me wait outside until she's changed then unlocks the door and invites me in to see how she looks. She doesn't want anyone else looking at her while she's wearing clothes that 'aren't hers.' I think it's because she doesn't like people judging her appearance unless she trusts them."

"Where do you think she got an idea like that?"

"I'm not sure. But, kids get weird ideas in their head for seemingly no reason at times."

"Fair enough. So, you think she trusts you?"

"I see no evidence to think she doesn't."

Jeanette was about to ask another question when a series of shouts interrupted her.

"I think that's her! Over on the swing!"

"Yeah that's her!"

"There she is!"

A small crowd of people with cameras rushed onto the playground, surrounding the girl on her swing. Each one taking pictures and shouting questions.

"What in the world?" Jeanette and Renée stood and crossed the playground where Isabella had become the center of attention.

For her part, Isabella had become rooted in place on the swing as the photographers swarmed around her, their cameras snapping photographs of the stunned girl, as their voices barked questions and accusations, blending in with the snap of their camera shutters to form a whirlwind of sound.

"Out of my way! Stand aside!" Jeanette began to push her way through the photographers to try and get to Isabella.

"Hey, lay off lady." One of the cameramen blocked her advance. "We're just tryin' to do our jobs."

There was a crack of bone meeting bone. The man dropped, clutching his nose as his camera clattered to the ground.

"Sorry. I'm just trying to do my job." She said in a derisive tone. She stepped through to Isabella and grabbed the girl off the swing, pulling her in close. She turned and walked off in defiance of the stunned photographers. "Come along Renée." The women kept their cool as they marched away from the park. Once they rounded the corner, out of sight of the cameras, they broke into a sprint towards the Palace.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Sahdee stared, dumbfounded at the women in front of her.

"I punched a paparazzo who was taking photographs of Isabella while she was trying to play..."

"Why would they do that?!"

"I don't know what came over me! I was just trying to get to Isabella and then he made some snarky remark and tried to stop me so I punched him..."

"No. Not you. I understand your reaction completely. It's them I'm wondering about."

"Oh."

^"why ^were ^they ^taking ^pictures ^of ^me?" The small voice reminded them of the other part of this equation.

"Are you alright honey?" Mrs. Crawford asked.

^"I ^think ^so..." Isabella kept her head buried in Mrs. Crawford's shoulder.

"You want Sahdee?" Jeanette asked. Sahdee was surprised by the question. She was more surprised by the quickness of Isabella's response.

^"Mmhmm." The girl turned and stuck her arms out towards Sahdee, a pitiful look on her face.

"Aww. Come here Isabella." Sahdee took the girl from Mrs. Crawford and pulled her into a hug. She heard Isabella sniffle, then begin to cry. "Shhh... It's alright sweetie. It's over now." She shushed Isabella and bounced her lightly to calm her. "Everything's ok now. It won't happen again."

^"It ^won't?"

"No. It won't. I'm not sure what I'm going to do just yet, but I'm going to make sure it won't happen again."

^"Ok..."

"You ok now?"

^"Uh-uh." Isabella groaned and shook her head.

"It's fine. You can stay with me a while." Sahdee reassured her. "Jeanette, do you mind if I take Isabella for a bit? At least until she gets settled down?"

"That's fine your Majesty."

"Feel free to look around the Palace. If you're hungry I'm sure Renée can help you if you'd like."

"Thank you, your Majesty."

"So, you're Isabella's bodyguard?" The woman looked at him. He remained silent as she stared back. "Um... Hello?" She waved a hand in front of his face. "Mr.... Steel? Is it?" He moved his head.

"What?"

"I was hoping I could talk to you a little about Isabella and your relationship."

"We don't have a relationship."

"But isn't it your job to watch her?"

"That's not my job."

"Then what is your job?"

"There's a cyanide dispenser in my armor. If I answer your question it'll activate."

"Oh. Um... Alright then. I'm just gonna go..."

"Yeah. You do that."

Sahdee felt movement on her lap as Isabella started to stir.

"Well hello there sleepyhead." Sahdee looked down at Isabella, who was just opening her eyes.

"I'm thirsty..." Isabella mumbled.

"Oh. Um..." Sahdee looked around for a moment before her eyes fell on the half empty water bottle she had been drinking from. "Would you like some of my water?"

"Mmhmm." Isabella nodded as Sahdee unscrewed the cap before handing her the bottle. Isabella grabbed the bottle with two hands and pulled the bottle to her lips before draining the entire thing in a matter of seconds. Once she was finished, Isabella passed the bottle back to Sahdee before replacing her head on Sahdee's shoulder and closing her eyes.

"Wouldn't you rather sleep in your bed?" Sahdee asked with a small frown as she tossed the now empty bottle into the bin next to her desk.

"Uh-uh. You're comfy..." Isabella sighed and snuggled her head into Sahdee's shoulder.

"Ok then." Sahdee shook her head and turned back to her work.

"Whatcha doin'?" Isabella asked.

"Drafting a statement for the media."

"What about?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Yes. To make sure we don't have a repeat of what happened today."

"How are you gonna do that?"

"Any news agency that uses pictures of you that were taken without your consent will be fined heavily and have their press passes to the Palace revoked."

"You think that'll work?"

"Yes. News agencies pay those photographers to use their pictures. If they'll be penalized for using those photos they won't pay for them. So, photographers will have no reason to spend their time trying to get pictures of you."

"That makes sense." Isabella looked up at her and smiled. "You're smart Sahdee."

"Thank you."

"I'm hungry."

"Well, it is past lunch time."

"You let me miss lunch?!"

"You were sleeping!"

"You could have woken me up!"

"I thought you needed the rest!"

"I need food too!"

"Alright, alright, go ahead to the dining room. Mrs. Crawford and Ms. Brewer are already there. I'll be along shortly."

"How come you're not coming?"

"I'll be there in a few minutes. I just need to finish this statement."

"I'll just wait on you then."

"Isabella, I need to use the restroom." Sahdee sighed.

"Oh. Me too!"

Oh my God... Sahdee shook her head.

"Ok. The bathroom's right across the hall. You go, I'll wrap this up, then I'll go, and then we'll go get lunch."

"Ok."

"Ewww! Isabella!"

"What?"

"You didn't flush!"

"Oh... Sorry..."

"I must admit, I was starting to wonder if I would actually get to talk to you today." Jeanette chuckled as the pair entered one of the Palace's sitting rooms.

"Today has been a bit more hectic than I envisioned."

"Well, today notwithstanding, how have things been going?"

"Pretty well, there were the two incidents we discussed earlier. But outside of those things have been well. She's all ready for school, and despite a couple of poor endings, her play dates gave her a couple of new friends."

"That's good. How are you two getting along?"

"Our relationship is improving every day."

"She certainly seemed attached to you today."

"I can assure you that isn't normal. She's usually pretty independent. It would seem she gets clingy when she's upset. At least, when you aren't the thing she's upset at."

"What did you two do after you left?"

"I took her to my office to work with her. She fell asleep on my lap."

"Why not take her and put her in a bed?"

"It didn't seem right to do that when she was clearly upset."

"Fair enough. Does she usually take naps?"

"Two, maybe three times a week. You should ask Renée about that, she's able to keep a closer eye on Isabella than I can. How did your conversation with her go?"

"Fairly well. Up until the paparazzi showed up. Isabella seemed to be having fun, we were having a nice conversation. I was asking her about her daughter. She seemed defensive though."

"A social worker asking a young, single mother about her daughter. I can't imagine why she would be defensive."

"I didn't realize..."

"It's not your fault. Renée's a good woman. Robin's a nice girl. She and Isabella were quick friends."

"I'd like to meet her someday."

"We'll see what happens."

"Fair enough."

"So, what about this fight?"

"I invited two children, Eric and Erica-"

"Eric and Erica?"

"Yes, they're fraternal twins."

"Even so, that's just cruel."

"Oh, I agree. Anyways, they’re older than her, but they go to Azure Academy. I thought it would be nice to invite them over so Isabella might recognize someone there. However, they started making fun of her appearance. She got defensive, and pushed Erica over. Eric went to defend his sister and the two started fighting. Renée intervened but before she could get Isabella away from him, she bit his hand."

"She seems to have a bit of a bitey streak."

"It would seem so."

"How did you react?"

"Not well, I must admit. I didn't allow her to tell her side of things, and didn't know that they had been making fun of her until after the fact."

"She did mention that. But, at least you were honest about your mistakes. Isabella never told me about the fight until I brought it up."

"Well, that may be a good sign."

"How so?"

"It means she wants your approval. And she feels ashamed of what she did. She doesn't want to tell you because she's worried you'll think less of her."

"You're probably right. She also mentioned a punishment where you make her write something?"

"Yes, I found it online after she bit Nef. I made her write about what happened, how she felt during the event and why she did what she did, then what she can do better next time. It seems to work for her. She also loses privileges and such too. Dessert, video games, TV, that kind of stuff."

"That's a good punishment. Do you have the things she's written so I could see them?"

"I probably have them somewhere but I'm not sure where. I'll have to get back to you on that."

"That'd be fine."

"May I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"Do you plan to talk with her about how you decked that guy?"

"Yeah. I need to do that. I do want to apologize though."

"You don't need to apologize to me for protecting Isabella."

"No, not about that. I need to apologize because I believed that when I took Isabella out of the Palace you had us followed. The incident today showed that wasn't the case at all. If someone had been following us, they would have intervened. I'm sorry I didn't trust you."

"Thank you. I appreciate your honesty."

"I'm gonna getcha Mr. Bee!" Isabella followed the buzzing yellow ball as it floated through the gardens.

The bee came to a stop on a purple flower. Isabella lunged at it, but if took flight just ahead of her fingers.

"I'm gonna getcha!" Isabella resumed her chase. This time, when the bee stopped, she captured it between her hands.

"Gotcha!"

"OUCH!"

A sharp sting in her left hand caused her to release the bee, and it flew off. She looked at her hand revealing a red bump on it. She sniffled as her lower lip trembled, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

A familiar stomping sound distracted her from the pain in her left hand. She looked up in time to see Steel round the corner. The pony trotted up to her and lowered his head until his armored muzzle was just a few inches away from her face.

"What did you learn?"

A small sniffling noise caught Sahdee's attention as she and Jeanette walked through the Palace.

"Isabella?" Sahdee turned towards the source of the sound to find Steel and a thoroughly disheartened Isabella walking down another hall.

"Sahdee!" Isabella broke into a run towards her.

"What's the matter?" Isabella held up her left hand for Sahdee to see as tears rolled down her cheeks. "What happened?" She looked at Steel.

"She got stung by a bee."

"How did that happen?"

"She wouldn't leave it alone."

"And you didn't stop her?!"

"Pain makes for an excellent teacher."

"Steel!"

"What? You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes."

"What if she's allergic?" Jeanette spoke up.

"She's fine."

"Whatever. Come on Isabella." Sahdee grabbed Isabella by her uninjured hand and led her towards a bathroom. "Alright, let's get your hand patched up."

"There." Sahdee placed the bandage on Isabella's hand and gave the sullen girl a comforting smile.

"Will you... Kiss it... Make it better?" Isabella asked. Sahdee leaned forwards and kissed the bandage, earning a small smile from Isabella. "Thank you."

"Alright Sweetie, why don't you play inside for the rest of today?"

"Ok."

"Isabella, I'm about to head back to Amethyst. I just wanted to apologize for my actions earlier. It was hypocritical of me to lecture you about using words and not violence, and then hit that man."

"It's ok." Isabella hugged her. "I know you were just looking out for me."

"Thank you. That's not an excuse though. Remember, violence is never the answer."

"Yes ma'am."

"Would you like a ride to the train station Jeanette?"

"Yes, I think that would be a good idea."

"Feel free to call me if you have any problems."

"Thank you, your Majesty."

"Bye Mrs. Crawford!"

"Goodbye Isabella."

"Renée?"

"Yes, your Majesty?" Renée turned towards the Empress as she entered the room.

"I wanted to give you something." Renée held out her hand and Sahdee placed an earpiece in it. "In case something like today happens again. You can call for help."

"Thank you, your Majesty." Renée took the earpiece and slipped it in her pocket. "Sahdee?" Sahdee had turned to leave, but Renée's voice stopped her.

"I know Isabella's grounded. But, Robin's been asking every day when she can see 'her best friend' again."

"I'm sure we can work something out for them."

July 27, 76 AF
The Sapphire Palace, Côte d'Azur

"What in the world is going on in here?!" As Sahdee entered the playroom the noise seemed to double as screaming and crying children mixed with the stomping of an armored pony as he whipped back and forth trying to figure out what to do, and the shouts of a woman desperate to get a handle on the situation.

"She started it!"

"No I didn't! You jerks did!"

"Isabella face the corner!"

"She's crazy! She just attacked us!"

"Because you were-"

"I said face the corner Isabella!"

"No! They're-"

"Don't talk back to me!"

"EVERYONE BE QUIET!"

Sahdee's shout brought silence to the room.

"Now, will someone-" Isabella turned around from her corner and opened her mouth. "Older than the age of eight." Sahdee cut her off before she could interject. "Please explain what is going on." Her eyes fell on Renée, caught in the middle of the two parties.

"Well, I'm not entirely sure... I was cleaning nearby when I heard Erica start crying. When I came in she was sitting on the floor crying, while Eric and Isabella were fighting..." Sahdee turned bewildered to Isabella who opened her mouth, but Sahdee's glare silenced her. "I tried to break up the fight," Renée resumed her story. "But, before I could, Isabella bit Eric's hand..."

"Isabella!" Sahdee turned back on the girl.

"But they-!"

"No." Sahdee glared the girl down. "We've been over this before. We do not bite people!"

"But you don't understand!"

"Did you, or did you not, bite Eric?" Sahdee asked.

"She did!" The boy held his hand up for Sahdee to see. The top of his hand bore the telltale twin pricks of blood that denoted Isabella's bite.

"Did you?" She turned back to Isabella, whose courage appeared to be faltering as her gaze dipped to the floor.

"I-I did..."

"She pushed Erica over!" Eric seemed emboldened by Isabella's concession and went on the attack. "She fell on a toy and got hurt and started crying! Then when I stood up for her she hit me too and started the fight!"

"Is that true Isabella?" Sahdee asked again.

"No!" Isabella's resolve returned, but faltered again under Sahdee's gaze. "W-well... Yes... But-!"

"No 'Buts' Isabella!" Sahdee ended the counterattack before it began. "Go to your room. Now."

"Yes ma'am..." Isabella sulked away, refusing to meet the eyes of anyone in the room as she trudged away. "Renée please get in touch with someone to come pick Eric and Erica up. Until then, they can stay and play with any of Isabella's toys they want."

"No they won't!" Isabella turned back into the room. "They're not allowed to play with any of my toys!"

"Yes we are!" Erica shouted back.

"Yeah, she said we could!" Eric took a step towards her.

Isabella did not offer a true reply. Instead she drew her lips back in a vicious snarl, bearing her fangs, and let out an animalistic hiss. The two children each took a step back at the display.

"Isabella!" Sahdee shouted. "Your room! Now!"

"They're not touching my stuff!" Isabella began to grab toys and toss them away from Eric and Erica.

"That's enough young lady!" Sahdee grabbed Isabella by the arm and dragged her from the playroom. "I don't know what has gotten into you today, but we're going to have a long talk about all of this!" She pulled Isabella through the hall, fighting the whole way, and placed her in her room. "Steel!" The armored behemoth rounded the corner on cue. "Watch her until I get back." As Sahdee walked to the door she heard Isabella sniffle, then begin to cry as she sat on the bed. For a moment she considered turning around to comfort her, but then closed the door behind her.

"I am so sorry about today." Sahdee apologized to the children currently occupying the playroom. "I hope you can both find it in your hearts to forgive both myself, and Isabella."

"She never apologized." Erica frowned.

"Don't worry, she will."

"Your Majesty?" Renée returned to the room. "Someone's on their way to pick them up."

"Thank you Renée." Sahdee turned back to the children. "Are either of you hurt?"

"My hand still hurts." Eric offered, holding his right hand up for Sahdee.

"Renée would you mind getting his hand cleaned up?"

"Of course, your Majesty."

"Thank you. I have some business to attend to before I deal with Isabella. After Eric and Erica are gone, can you get her started on her punishment? It's that writing thing I told you about."

"Yes ma'am."

"Alright Isabella," Sahdee entered the room to find Isabella sitting at her desk, her arms crossed over her chest. "Now that you've had some time to reflect on your actions, let's see what you've got." Isabella said nothing, putting on her best act of defiance. Sahdee picked up the notebook in front of Isabella and started reading.

Sahdee invited Eric and Erica over to play with me today. At first, they were nice and we all played legos together. Then they started whispering to each other about how I looked weird. I tried to ignore it and change the subject but they kept whispering. When I told them I could hear them they just started talking normal. They started saying I looked weird and kept asking why. I said I didn't wanna talk about it, but they kept asking. Then they started saying mean stuff. How I probably wouldn't wanna play outside cause I'd cook. How I looked like an old lady cause I have white hair. I got mad and pushed Erica over. She fell and started crying then Eric grabbed me and we started fighting. I don't really remember much until Ms. Brewer grabbed us and tried to pull us apart. He stuck his hand in my face and I guess I bit him. Then, Sahdee came in and wouldn't listen to me and took their side; even though they're both lying, mean, buttheads.

I felt happy when they first came over. Then they started whispering about me and I felt sad. As it kept going I got madder and madder until I got mad enough to push them over. Now I'm just mad at everything. At Butt 1 and Butt 2. At Steel. At Ms. Brewer. And at Sahdee. And I'm sad too. Cause no one ever asked me what happened.

Next time I'd hit them sooner, cause they deserve it for being butts.

"Isabella..." Sahdee found her voice after reading the page over several times.

"You didn't listen to me..." Isabella sniffed. "You didn't even let me talk..."

"For whatever it might be worth," Sahdee knelt down to be on eye level with Isabella. "I will now. And I'm sorry I didn't listen sooner."

"No!" Isabella snapped at her. "You had your chance!" But through her anger, Sahdee could see the pain in Isabella's eyes.

"Come here sweetie." Sahdee wrapped her arms around Isabella and picked her up, holding her close and running her fingers through Isabella's hair. Isabella didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around Sahdee, and hide her face in Sahdee's chest. They held the embrace for a minute before Sahdee sat down on the bed, placing Isabella on her lap.

"Why would they say all that mean stuff?"

"You have a rare genetic... Condition." Sahdee paused as she searched for the right word. "That makes you look the way you do. You're what's known as albino."

"I think I've heard of that."

"You've probably heard adults mention it. It's not something I'd expect children to understand."

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry they were mean to you. And I'm sorry I didn't listen to you."

"Ok."

"But, you should still know better than to resort to violence." Sahdee shifted from sympathetic to scolding. "Especially biting. We've just been through this!"

"But they were laughing at me! And I tried to get them to stop but they wouldn't!"

"Then you could have gone to Ms. Brewer and told her you didn't want to play with them and she would have sent them home. You had other options! You chose violence."

"They started it..."

"No. You started it by pushing Erica over. And you escalated it. You owe them both an apology."

"What?! If anyone's owed an apology it's me!"

"I agree. They do owe you an apology. And I think if you apologize, they'll be more willing to apologize to you."

"I'll think about it..." Izzy grumbled.

"And think more about what you would do in the future. Hitting them earlier is not the correct answer."

"What's my punishment then?" Isabella deadpanned.

"You're grounded for a week. No TV, no video games, no dessert, no trips to the park, and no play dates."

"B-but that's not fair! A whole week?! That's basically forever! And it wasn't even my fault!"

"No, it was your fault. You let your temper get the best of you and now you have to be punished for that."

"But what about them?!"

"I'm not their guardian. I can't decide on a punishment for them."

"Not fair." Isabella continued to pout.

"I know it's not fun. But you made a mistake, and now you have to accept the consequences of that mistake, and learn from it, like an adult does."

"Yes ma'am..."

"Now, come along. It's lunchtime."

"Hello?"

"Yes, Mrs. Jameson, this is Empress Sahdee."

"Ah, your Majesty. How are you today?"

"I'm fine ma'am, and yourself?"

"I'm doing well, thank you for asking."

"That's good to hear. I wanted to reach out to you and offer my sincerest apologies for the little incident between Isabella and your children today. I'm not sure what got into her. She's usually so well behaved."

"Yes, that was an unfortunate situation. It's very unbecoming of a princess, picking fights like that."

"Absolutely, I assure you, it won't happen again."

"I would hope not. After all, what would the press think of our new princess starting fights, and biting other children? That would certainly be poor for her reputation."

"I agree it would. But, the press would also want to know why a girl who has been described by everyone who knows her as 'polite', 'mild-mannered', and 'not having a mean bone in her body' would suddenly snap and start a fight with two children. They would want to know what caused that, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, but-"

"And they would dig in and ask the parties that were involved. And they would learn that the children she fought were making fun of her medical condition that affects her appearance. One which she has no control over. And I wonder how that would reflect on the parents of those children? Why, it might even affect their mother's campaign to keep her seat on the Board at Azure Academy. Don't you think Mrs. Jameson."

"Y-yes... I do..."

"I don't believe we have anything further to discuss then."

"No. We do not."

"Change in plans Isabella: you're not writing them an apology. And you're not allowed to speak to them anymore."

"Yay!"

"You're still grounded though."

"Aww..."

July 20, 76 AF
The Sapphire Palace, Côte d'Azur

"Um... You... Wanted to see me?" Isabella squeaked as she entered the room.

"Ah. Isabella. I'm glad you're here." Sahdee stood from the couch. "I wanted you to meet someone." She gestured to a man who was also getting up from his seat. "Isabella this is Chancellor Nef."

"A pleasure to meet you your Highness." The man bowed before her.

"Um... A-A pleasure to meet you as well, sir." Isabella tried to curtsy but found she was wearing shorts; she went through the motion anyways.

"So, you're our new Princess?" He asked, smiling at her.

"I guess..." Isabella shrugged.

"Come, sit with me for a little while." Nef said as he picked the girl up.

"I don't think she likes to be-"

"Nonsense, children love me." Nef deflected Sahdee's words as he sat back down and placed Isabella on his lap. "Now, what were we discussing?"

Sahdee cast a glance at Isabella. She seemed wary, but not wholly uncomfortable. The two locked eyes for a second, though Isabella didn't appear thrilled, she didn't protest either.

Alright, I'll let her stick around a few minutes, then find a reason to dismiss her. Simple enough.

Where did it all go so wrong?

It has started innocently enough. Sahdee and Nef had continued their discussion about the ongoing political situation in Chroma. At some point, something had triggered Nef to stand and pace the room while ranting about how one day the people would rise up and seize the means of production, overthrow the proletariat, and establish a true utopia in Chroma. However, during his rant, Isabella had begun squirming in his arms, unhappy about being carried around.

For her part, Sahdee had tried to get his attention, to get him to put Isabella down. Nef had evidently not heard her.

Undeterred, Isabella continued trying to wiggle free from Nef's grip. She was close to succeeding when he noticed. Fearing she was about to fall, Nef tried to adjust his grip to better hold the girl. Unfortunately, he put his forearm too close to her mouth.

Sahdee was standing up to intervene on Isabella's behalf, when she caught sight of the glint of white. She realized a moment too late what was about to happen.

Isabella sank her teeth into Nef's forearm.

"ISABELLA JANE DOE!" Sahdee's mind quickly fractured into four parts. The first, watched in horror as Nef released Isabella, causing her to fall to the ground with a thud. The second, watched Nef grab his arm and scream in pain. The third, wondered which one she should check on first. The fourth, questioned just exactly where that full name drop had come from.

"Are you alright?" Sahdee chose to check on Isabella first.

"Yeah. I think so..." Isabella rubbed at her sore bottom.

"That's good." Sahdee let out a sigh of relief.

"HAS THAT CHILD HAD ALL OF ITS SHOTS?!"

Oh yeah... Sahdee was reminded of the second half of this equation.

She turned to see Nef cradling his arm and glaring at Isabella.

"I think she broke the skin!" He pulled his hand back to reveal two pinpricks of blood on his forearm. "She did!"

"We have some first aid supplies here. Let me get you-"

"No!" He cut Sahdee off. "I'm going to a real hospital, and as far away from her as possible." He finished with a glare.

"Isabella, we do not bite people!" Sahdee turned back on Isabella.

"Sorry..." Isabella looked down to the floor.

"Don't tell that to me! Tell that to..." She looked around and found the room empty, save for them. "And he left..." She sighed. "Isabella go to your room!"

"Yes ma'am..." Isabella sulked as she left the room.

Sahdee could only shake her head.

"Steel I need you to keep an eye on Isabella. She's supposed to be in her room and I want to be sure she's not doing anything fun."

"Why is she not supposed to be doing anything fun?"

"Because she just bit the Chancellor."

"She what?"

"She bit the Chancellor so I sent her to her room. I need to come up with a punishment."

"Did you try hitting her?"

"Steel!"

"Just saying."

"Don't you dare lay a hoof on her."

"I won't. She's just sitting on her bed sulking anyways."

"Well, she should be! Just... Keep her from having fun until I come get her."

"Alright, young lady." Sahdee entered Isabella's room and marched to her desk, setting a notepad and pencil down. She pulled the chair out and pointed at it. "Sit." Isabella obeyed the command and crossed the room and sat down. "I want you to sit here and write two things for me. The first is broken up into three parts: first, you're going to write about what happened. Second, you're going to write about how you were feeling during the event, and why you did what you did. Third, you're going to write what you can do better next time. After you've had some time to reflect on it, you're going to write an apology to Nef."

"But he-"

"No buts!" Sahdee cut her off. "Steel will keep an eye on you. Tell him when you're done and I'll come approve them."

"Yes ma'am..." Isabella picked up the pencil and began to write while Sahdee left the room.

"Nice punishment." Steel's voice came through her headset.

"Thank you."

"How'd you come up with that one?"

"I found it on the internet!"

"Alright, Steel said you were done."

"Yes, ma'am." Isabella sat at her desk, her hands folded in her lap.

"Well, let's see what you've done." She picked up Isabella's notebook and read the first page, written in a neat, flowing cursive.

Mr. Nef came to the palace today and Sahdee introduced us. He picked me up and had me sit on his lap even though I don't really like being picked up. Then he got up and started talking a lot, but he was still carrying me. I didn't like it and I tried to get down. He wouldn't put me down so I bit him and I fell. Sahdee asked if I was ok, but then she started yelling at me, and sent me to my room.

I bit Mr. Nef because I didn't like him picking me up or carrying me. I was scared he was going to drop me.

Next time I can do better by telling Mr. Nef I don't like to be picked up instead of just biting him.

"Don't like being picked up, huh?" Sahdee asked as she scooped Isabella up into her arms, eliciting a squeak of surprise from the girl, before pulling her into a hug. "I'm sorry I didn't stand up for you sooner."

"It's ok. I'm sorry I bit Mr. Nef." Isabella returned the hug. "And I don't mind if you pick me up. I just don't like it when strangers do it..."

"That's perfectly understandable." Sahdee assured her. "But, you need to remember to use your words, not force. I'm sure Nef would have put you down if you had asked."

"Probably..."

"Now, how about your apology?" She flipped to the notebook's next page.

Dear Mr. Nef,

I'm sorry that I bit you. Biting people is wrong and I shouldn't have done it. In the future I'll try not to bite people.

Isabella

"I don't know what I expected from a six-year-old." Sahdee conceded. She examined the page once more. "Your hand writing is nicer than mine, and I don't know how I feel about that." Isabella giggled.

"Am I done now?" She asked.

"Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yeah. Don't bite people."

"Good. But, I still have to punish you."

"I thought this was my punishment!" Isabella lamented.

"This was the first part. The second part is... Uh... No TV or video games for the rest of the day...?"

"Yes ma'am..."

"You'll get them back tomorrow." Sahdee explained. "Anything else?"

"Um... So, what if I asked Mr. Nef to put me down, but he didn't?"

"Then I would have told him to put you down."

"But what if he didn't listen then?"

"Then I would have made him put you down. I should have done that sooner anyways. I didn't realize you were as uncomfortable as you were."

"Well, I didn't mind sitting on his lap as much. I just didn't like him carrying me."

"That's understandable. Any other questions?"

"Well, what if I'm by myself and a stranger picks me up? Can I bite them then?"

"Yes. If a stranger picks you up when you don't want to be you have my permission to bite them. But, after you tell them to put you down."

"Ok."

"That it?"

"Yeah."

"Ok." She set the girl back down. "Now, run play outside. It's a lovely day."

"Ok!" Needing no further prodding Isabella dashed out of the room.

"Sahdee! How wonderful of you to call!"

"Hello Nef. I just wanted to check up on you, and apologize for Isabella's behavior."

"Oh, it's nothing! It had stopped bleeding by the time I got to my car. I just went home and cleaned up a bit."

"That's good to hear. Either way, you can expect a letter from her any day now."

"How delightful! I look forward to it."

"Are you still planning on attending the dinner tomorrow night?"

"Oh. Was... Was that tomorrow night? As in tomorrow night tomorrow night?"

"Yes."

"I uh... Had something come up. I meant to let you know. Can't make it so sorry."

"Well, that's too bad."

"Yes, yes. Too bad. I must be going now Sahdee. Tata!"

"What's for dessert?" Isabella asked as she finished her dinner.

"You don't get dessert." Sahdee looked up from her dumplings and leveled a stony gaze at Isabella. "You bit the Chancellor."

"But you already took TV and video games away! And made me write that stuff!"

"I never said that was your only punishment."

"Ugh!" Isabella put her face to the table.

"Isabella, you did a bad thing. You have to accept that there are going to be consequences for your actions."

"But my ice cream!" She whined.

"Will still be here tomorrow."

"What if I just don't put any sprinkles on it?"

"No. No ice cream." Sahdee stood firm.

Isabella glared at her before letting out a groan and stomping off, slamming the door behind her.

"We do not slam doors Isabella Jane!" Sahdee yelled after the angry child. "Steel?" She put a finger to her ear. "You left my gift in Isabella's room, right?"

"Yeah."

"Wonderful."

"Why are you doing this again? Aren't you supposed to be punishing her for biting Nef?"

"Yes, but I also need to apologize for not intervening sooner."

"Whatever you say."

Dumb Chancer. Dumb Sahdee. Isabella plodded through the palace. Not my fault he picked me up when I didn't wanna be. Isabella threw her door open. She was about to flop onto her bed when a small rainbow bundle caught her eye.

"Huh?" She walked over and picked up the bundle, discovering that it was a clear plastic wrap containing a myriad of rainbow colored candies, tied off with a golden tie-wrap. She unwrapped the bundle and popped one of the treats into her mouth with a satisfied smile.

July 23, 76 AF

"Isabella, this is Melanie." Sahdee introduced the girl. "Melanie, this is Isabella."

"Nice to meet you." Isabella smiled at the older girl.

"Good to meet you too." Melanie smiled back.

"Ok, run play you two. And Melanie remember your Dad will be back to pick you up around lunch time so you can go to your dance lesson."

"Yes ma'am."

"So, what do you wanna do?" Isabella asked as they entered the TV room.

"You have a Game Station 3?"

"Yeah. We can play some if you want."

"Well, I have a Game Station 4. But, whatever, yours is fine." Melanie's tone took an abrupt change.

"Ohhhhhhkay..." Isabella gave her a confused look. "Well, what do you want to play?" Isabella began to thumb through her meager game library.

"What's in here?" Melanie asked as she turned the console on.

"Uh... I think I was playing Hippo Quest."

"I haven't played that in a while, it could be fun." Melanie shrugged as she grabbed the controller.

"But that's just a one-person game." Isabella protested.

"Then we'll take turns, I'll play 'till I die, then you can play 'till you die."

"Oh. Ok then." Isabella agreed as she climbed onto the couch as the game started up.

"My turn!" Isabella exclaimed as Melanie's hippo fell off the edge of the map to his doom.

"Nu-uh! That one didn't count!" Melanie countered.

"What? Why?!"

"I died on purpose cause I had low health. So, it doesn't count."

"That doesn't even make sense!"

"You just don't understand how to play the game. No wonder you're still on such an early level."

"Hey!"

"I'm just saying." Melanie shrugged and returned her attention to the game leaving Isabella to stew.

"I got an idea for a game we can both play!" Isabella spoke up from the couch as Melanie continued to play. "I got a board game called Chromanauts. I've been wanting to play it, but I don't have anyone to play with..."

"I've played it before. It's dumb." Melanie replied without taking her eyes off the game.

"Oh... Well, maybe you could give it another chance with me?"

"No thanks."

"But, you wanted to play this game, and we have! Now we should do something I wanna do!"

"Yeah, but I'm the guest. So, you gotta do what I want. And I wanna play this."

"That doesn't even make sense!"

"Yes, it does! The host has to be accommodating to her guests, or she's a bad host."

"That's dumb!"

"That's how it works. So, are you a bad host?"

"No..." Isabella mumbled and crossed her arms over her chest with a huff.

"Isabella?" Sahdee knocked at the closed door.

"Hang on!" Isabella called back.

"What are you up to in there?"

"I'm cleaning Mina's cage."

"May I come in?"

"Yeah... Just... Close the door quick. I don't want Mina to get out."

"Alright." Sahdee opened the door just enough to squeeze through it before closing it behind her. She looked around the room but didn't see the rabbit anywhere. "Where's Mina?"

"Under the bed. That's where she usually goes when I let her out of her cage." Sahdee walked over the bed and lifted the dust ruffle to reveal the rabbit, backed all the way up to the wall, staring back at her.

"Does she ever play with you?" Sahdee asked as she released the dust ruffle, allowing it to fall back into place.

"Yeah! She's really sweet!" Isabella said as she finished cleaning up the cage. "Watch this!" She approached the bed and clapped her hands, then held them out. "Come here Mina!" True to her words, the rabbit hopped towards Isabella without any hesitation. "That's my sweet girl!" Isabella gushed as she picked up the rabbit and placed her back in her cage.

"Well, that's good." Sahdee smiled. "Ms. Brewer told me Melanie just left." To Sahdee's surprise Isabella's smile turned into a frown at her playmate's name. "Did you two have fun?"

"No." Isabella stomped her foot for emphasis. "I don't like her. She was mean."

"She was mean?"

"Yeah! We didn't do anything I wanted to do; only what she wanted. Any time I asked if we could do something, she said she was my guest so I had to do what she wanted or I was being a bad host."

"That's not how friendship works."

"I know! But, I couldn't say anything about it..."

"While it's good to take what your guest wants into account, it's only fair that both of you get to do things you want to do."

"You don't need to tell me that! Tell her!"

"I'll be sure to remind her if that if she comes back."

"Do I... Do I have to play with her again?"

"Not if you don't want to."

"I don't want to."

"That's fine then. I won't invite her back."

"Thanks Sahdee."

"Tell you what. To make up for it, why don't you pick what we have for dinner tonight? Whatever you want we'll eat."

"Whatever I want?" Isabella cocked her head to the side in confusion.

"Yep. It's your choice. What would you like?"

"I... I'm not sure... I've never gotten to pick dinner before."

"Never?"

"Nuh-uh. I don't know... There's so many choices..." Isabella's tongue popped out of her mouth in demonstration of how hard she was thinking.

"How about we order a pizza?" Sahdee suggested, bringing Isabella's crisis to an end.

"I like pizza." Isabella said as her tongue retracted.

"Then pizza it is."

"With pepperoni?"

"With pepperoni."

"I'm sorry you had such a poor play date." Sahdee said as Isabella devoured what had to be her fourth slice of pizza. "Hopefully the pizza makes up for it."

"S'ok. I like pi-" Isabella's response was cut short as she burped, then broke into a fit of giggles.

"What do we say?" Sahdee chided the girl.

"Excuse me."

"You're excused."

"Soda makes me burp." Isabella explained.

"Yes, it tends to have that effect. Anyways," Sahdee attempted to get them back on track. "I'm sorry you and Melanie didn't get along."

"That's ok. Mina bit her so that was kinda worth it."

"Isabella!" Sahdee scolded her. "You shouldn't be happy that your rabbit bit someone."

"Melanie's a butt! She deserves it!"

"No one deserves to get bitten by a rabbit Isabella."

"Melanie does."

"Ok. New rule." Sahdee sighed. "No more showing Mina to other children."

"Ok..."

"Now, how about this? If you wind up in another situation like today where you're not having a good time, and can't get along with the other person, just say you aren't feeling well and go find Ms. Brewer. Then she can call someone to pick them up. I'll let her know about this."

"That would work."

"I'm sorry I didn't think of it sooner. Just don't use it too much, I still want you to try and connect with other children. There will just be some that you won't get along with, and that's fine. I just want to know you put in the effort."

"I will."

"I did have another idea I wanted to run by you for your next play date."

"What?"

"What if I invited a boy over?"

"A boy?"

"Yes, for you to play with."

"That'd be fine I guess."

"I imagine you played with boys plenty of times at the or- I mean, at Lavender's." Sahdee caught herself.

"Yeah, but that was always with Shelly or Kay- or... Or someone else..."

"If you're not comfortable with the idea you don't have to do it."

"I'll give it a shot."

"Good." Sahdee smiled.

"Goodnight Isabella." Sahdee pulled the covers up over the girl.

"Goodnight Sahdee." Isabella rolled onto her side and nestled her head into the pillow before closing her eyes. She heard Sahdee walk away, turn the lights off, and close door behind her. Once she was sure Sahdee was gone, Isabella reached over to the lamp by her bedside and turned it on. Next, she climbed out of her bed and crawled underneath it, withdrawing a box. She picked up a small piece of paper and gave it one more read before discarding it.

Dear Isabella,

I'd like to offer my sincerest apologies for the little incident the other day. Please accept this small gift as my apology to you.

Sincerely,

Nef

She tore open the box's cover revealing numerous small chocolate treats within it. She grinned as she popped one into her mouth then placed the box on her bed. She walked over to the small bookshelf within her room and pulled a book off it. She climbed back into bed and propped up her pillows. With a content smile on her face, Isabella began to read her book while eating the gifted chocolates.

July 24, 76 AF

Isabella should have been here by now. Sahdee stared at the empty seat across from her. She felt a sense of worry creep into her mind. I should probably go check on her...

"Isabella?" Sahdee knocked at the girl's door. When she received no response, she opened it. She found Isabella still in bed, but a large brown stain covered her white comforter. "Isabella did you throw up?"

"Mmhmm..." Isabella groaned. Sahdee put a hand to Isabella's forehead but it didn't feel hot.

"What did you..." Sahdee's question trailed off as she sighted the golden wrapper on the floor. She walked to the other side and found the discarded chocolate box and more than a dozen empty wrappers scattered about the floor. "Where did you get this?"

"Mr. Nef sent it as an apology..." Sahdee sighed and rubbed her temples. "Are you mad at me?" Isabella's words took her by surprise. She turned to see the girl with a glum look on her face staring back at her. She crossed the room and sat on Isabella's bed, mindful of where she sat.

"No Isabella. I'm not mad at you. I can hardly blame a six-year-old for eating an entire box of chocolate in one night when she's given no supervision. Go back to sleep. I'll take care of this." Sahdee stood and pulled the soiled comforter off Isabella's bed and balled it up. "When you get up, clean up the trash, find Ms. Brewer, and get something good for you for breakfast. That means no chocolate chip pancakes."

"Yes ma'am..."

"Feel better honey." Sahdee paused at the door.

"Thanks..."

"Greetings your Majesty! What brings you to our humble mail room?"

"Policy change. From now on, if Isabella receives mail, give it to me to give to her."

"Oh... O-of course your Majesty..."

July 25, 76 AF

"Hi! I'm Sean!" The boy stood in front of her with a wide smile and his hand stuck out.

"I'm Isabella." She smiled back and shook his hand.

"What do you wanna do?" He asked as he walked past her and towards the television and video game console. "What games have you got? Ooh!" He pulled a game, the box still wrapped in plastic from the bunch. "Let's play FCAR!" He presented a game with several cars racing on the cover.

"Is it two player?" Isabella gave him a wary look.

"Yeah. We can race each other and the computer. It's a really fun game!"

"Alright then." Isabella shrugged and picked up a controller. "I probably won't be very good at it, I've never played it before."

"I can see that." Sean replied as he tore open the game's packaging.

"Wait, why is Sahdee a character?!" Isabella stared in disbelief at the image of Sahdee in the game's character select screen.

"She used to race FCAR a long time ago."

Isabella's cursor hovered over her guardian's image, before confirming her selection.

"Yes!" Isabella threw her arms up in victory as her car crossed the finish line just ahead of the horse that had stopped to eat some grass.

"Well, you didn't come in last." Sean offered slight praise.

"I'm getting better!" Isabella countered.

"Yeah, it only took you... four races to not lose to the horse." Isabella's cheeks took on a crimson shade.

"Let's go play outside." She offered pushing herself off from the couch.

"Whaddya wanna play?" Sean asked as he followed her outside.

"What about hide-and-seek?"

Private Edward Doss stood at his post on the palace grounds as the hot summer sun beat down on him. He felt beads of sweat trickle down his brow, threatening to spill into his eyes. However, he didn't dare risk wiping his sweat away and drawing the ire of some watching superior; especially as he heard footsteps approaching. He straightened his back and his shoulders, looking dead ahead.

"Um... Excuse me, sir..." A small voice sounded nearby. He risked a glance at the source to find Princess Isabella staring up at him with a pathetic look on her face. "I'm looking for my friend. Have you seen him?"

Doss weighed his options. He had seen a boy pass by a few minutes ago. But, responding carried risks if his superiors caught him. On the other hand, the Princess had asked him a direct question.

I'm pretty sure that qualifies as an order. And I think Princess outranks Captain...

Rather than risk a reprimand, he jerked his thumb in the direction he had seen the boy go.

"Thank you!" Isabella smiled at him and trotted off in that direction, only for the boy to step out from his hiding place.

"You cheated!" He shouted and pointed an accusing finger at the smiling girl.

"You didn't say I couldn't ask for help." She stuck her tongue out in defiance.

"I didn't think I had to!" Sean countered as Isabella ran over and tagged him.

"You're it! Count to twenty!" She yelled as she turned and ran away.

"Ugh..." Sean turned and put his face against a nearby tree. "One, two, three... Twenty! Ready or not, here I come!"

What the hell just happened? Doss thought as he watched the boy run off in the same direction Isabella had.

"So, Steel, how's Isabella's playdate going?" Sahdee asked as she stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the gardens.

"Fine as far as I can tell. They're playing hoofball or whatever it is humans call it."

Sahdee looked around and caught sight of the two children kicking a ball around, and racing up and down an open patch of grass.

"They seem to be getting along well." Sahdee commented.

"I guess."

Sean attempted to kick the ball, but missed and struck Isabella's ankle. She fell to the ground as Sean took off towards the other end with the ball, only to stop and go back to check on her. Sahdee prepared to move, expecting to hear Isabella start crying. To her surprise, Isabella popped back up, raced past Sean, and stole the ball.

"Huh..." Sahdee watched the game continue.

"She's tough." Steel commented.

"Yeah, she is."

"What do you wanna play now?" Sean asked as they returned to the playroom.

"Um... Will you play ponies with me?" Isabella asked, dragging her foot in the carpet.

"Huh?" Sean gave her a confused look. Isabella picked up a pair of pony dolls.

"Sahdee got 'em for me cause ponies are my favorite... But I don't have anyone to play with..." Isabella admitted. "Will you play with me?"

"Uh... Sure..." Sean reached and picked one of the ponies out of Isabella's hand.

"Yay!" Isabella cheered.

"Steel?" Sahdee asked into the headset. "Where is Isabella?"

"I'm not her keeper."

"Um... You kind of are."

"She's probably in her room. Or the play room. Or the game room."

"Well, can you tell her dinner's ready?"

"You can make me guard her, but you can't make me be your messenger."

"What do I pay you for?!"

"You don't pay me."

"Alright that's fair."

"Isabella?" Sahdee entered the playroom. "Dinner's read-" She stopped when she saw Isabella laying curled up in a ball on the floor. Her thumb was in her mouth, and judging by the light snoring filling the room, she was fast asleep.

"Awwwwwwww!" Her heart melted at the sight. "She's all tuckered out." She approached the sleeping girl, but hesitated as she stooped down to pick Isabella up.

What if it's a trap? What if she's just trying to bite me? She stared at the sleeping vampire. But, as she watched the girl's eyes move beneath her eyelids, and listened to her soft snoring, she found herself growing disarmed by the cuteness of the scene.

She's never tried anything before... Why would she start now? Sahdee approached the sleeping girl and lifted her up. Isabella whined as Sahdee disrupted her sleep.

"Come on sweetie, let's get you into a real bed." Isabella made a small noise and nestled her head against Sahdee's shoulder. Sahdee carried Isabella through the playroom and into her bedroom. She pulled the covers back on the bed and laid the sleeping girl down in her bed, then tucked her in. "Sweet dreams Isabella." Sahdee left the room before putting a finger to her earpiece.

"Steel, keep an eye out for Isabella. Let me know if she gets up. I'm sure she'll be hungry."

July 15, 76 AF
The Sapphire Palace, Côte d'Azur

"Isabella?" Sahdee entered the converted conference room that served as a television and game room for Isabella. She found the girl seated on the couch, her eyes fixed on the television. "What are you up to?"

"Hi Sahdee." Isabella's eyes never left the screen. "Just watchin' cartoons."

"Well, how about you and I go for a walk in the gardens?"

"How come?"

"I have some things I'd like to talk to you about."

"But I didn't do nothin'! Honest!" For the first time, Isabella looked away from the television.

"No, no, Isabella. You're not in trouble." Sahdee placated the nervous child. "I just want to talk about the next couple of weeks. Things are going to get pretty busy for you, and I want you to understand what's going on."

"Ok..." Isabella pushed herself off the couch and walked to Sahdee, who ushered her down the hall.

"You can come back to your cartoons after we're done."

"Ok." That news perked Isabella up a bit.

"Are you happy here Isabella?" Sahdee's mouth voiced the question before her brain could register it.

"Yeah! I got lotsa toys and stuff to play with, I can do whatever I want. What's not to like?"

"Well, this may be a surprise, but there's more to life than just toys."

"Nu-uh!"

"Just take my word on that Isabella. But, don't you ever get lonely?"

"Sometimes..."

"I'm sorry I don't get to spend more time with you."

"S'ok... I know you're busy..."

"I am. But, that's not an excuse." Sahdee lead Isabella out of the palace and into the gardens. The warm Summer air replaced the cool air-conditioned atmosphere of the palace. The sound of birds chirping, the bubbling of fountains, and the faint din of nearby cars, overtook the palace's stillness. Sahdee took in a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of the flowers. "I love these gardens." Sahdee said to no one in particular. "Do you like them Isabella?" She asked, turning to the child peering between the veranda's railing at the gardens.

"Uh-huh." Isabella nodded. "All the flowers are really pretty. And it's so big I don't even think I've seen all of it yet. The fountains and statues and stuff are nice too. Some of the flowers make me sneeze though."

"Maybe avoid those particular flowers..."

"Yeah."

"Anyways, I wanted to talk with you about setting up some play dates." Isabella followed Sahdee as she walked off the veranda and into the gardens.

"Play dates?"

"Well, Ms. Brewer has a little girl a bit younger than you. I was wondering if you would be interested in inviting her over to play tomorrow."

"Ok." Isabella smiled up at Sahdee. "That sounds fun."

"Good." Sahdee smiled back. "I'll let Ms. Brewer know. If you'd like I could reach out to others with kids around your age and see if they'd like to come play with you. That way you won't be so lonely all the time."

"That'd be nice."

"That brings us to the next order of business: getting you enrolled in school."

"No more shots!" Isabella whined.

"No, no, no more shots. You've gotten those out of the way." Sahdee assured her. "There's a school not too far from the palace called Azure Academy. It's a very old, very good, school, that many other... High profile, children attend. I think it would be a great school for you."

"Ok."

"However, they want you to take an entrance exam, to see where you stand academically, because we don't have any academic record for you. Do you feel up for it?"

"I can try."

"Good. Don't get yourself too worked up over it. I'll let them know you're open to a test, and I'll take you over in a few days."

"Wait, you'll take me?" Isabella cocked her head to the side as she gave Sahdee an uncertain look.

"Well, if it's going to be your school for the next decade, don't you think I should go with you to be sure you'll like it?"

"Oh. That makes sense."

"I can leave the palace you know. It's just a bit of a hassle, and I don't like dealing with it most of the time."

"Yeah. It sounds like a lot of trouble."

"It is. Ok, that's all I had for you. You can go back to your cartoons if you'd like."

"Um..." Isabella looked up at her. "Actually... Can we stay out here for a bit longer? Just me and you?"

"Sure we can Isabella." Sahdee smiled back.

"Um... Your Majesty?" A man she vaguely recognized was escorted into her office.

"Yes, how can I help you?" It was plain for all that the man was nervous as he withdrew a cellphone.

"My name is James Humes, I'm a social media intern with the palace staff your Majesty. Um... Earlier today, I took a picture of you and the Princess when you were walking in the gardens. I... I thought it was a good picture... I posted it on social media, captioned appropriately, you and the Princess walking and talking in the garden..."

"So, they brought you here to tell me you did your job?" Sahdee gave the man and the agents accompanying him a confused look. "I'm not sure what you want me to say. Well done, I suppose."

"No, that's not it ma'am. When I posted the picture, I didn't know that the Princess had not been formally introduced to the nation."

"I'm afraid I don't follow."

"What Mr. Humes is saying." One of the agents spoke up. "Is that he just told the world that Periwinkle has a new Princess, that you adopted Isabella. No formal announcement has been made up to this point."

"Ah. Well, let's see the picture." Sahdee sat back in her chair as Humes fiddled with the phone before presenting it to Sahdee.

The screen was filled with an image of Isabella looking up at Sahdee, Sahdee looking down towards her, each one smiling as they walked through the garden hand-in-hand.

I never even realized I was holding her hand. Did I do that? Did she?

She looked towards the bottom and noticed the caption: "Empress Sahdee tours the Palace Gardens with Princess Isabella." As well as the obscene amount of likes, shares, and comments on the banner.

"Well," Sahdee handed the phone back to the intern. "It is a good picture."

July 16, 76 AF

Sahdee and Renée stood across from each other in the hallway, each one with a little girl by their side.

"Robin," Renée spoke up first. "This is Isabella." She gave the brown-haired girl a slight nudge, inching her closer to Isabella.

"Um... It's nice to meet you..." Isabella smiled at Robin, but the girl looked to the ground.

"Isabella, why don't you show Robin your toys and you two can play together?"

"Ok." Isabella turned to leave but stopped when she realized Robin was still standing next to her Mother.

"Go on sweetie. I'll check in on you soon." She guided Robin closer towards Isabella. Robin's legs started to move and Isabella led her away from the adults and towards the play room. "Please forgive her your Majesty. She doesn't get to spend time with other children very much, so she's very shy."

"You've got nothing to apologize for Renée. Children will be children. I'm sure she'll come around before long."

"So, what do you wanna do?" Isabella asked as she looked at the girl standing in the middle of the playroom.

"I don't know..." Robin kept her eyes locked on the carpet beneath her feet.

"We could play dolls. Or color. Or play a board game." Isabella suggested. "We could go watch cartoons, or play a videogame."

"I dunno..."

"Well, what do you wanna do?" Isabella asked, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice.

"Idonoh..." Robin's eyes lifted off the floor and began to scan the room. Her eyes stopped on the bookshelf tucked away in the corner. She gasped as she recognized one of the titles. "You have Magic Tree House?!" Robin bolted towards the bookshelf with speed that surprised Isabella. "Can we read it? Please please please please please pleeeeeeeeeeeease!" She turned back to Isabella holding up a book featuring a boy and a girl looking at dinosaurs.

"Alright." Isabella breathed a sigh of relief, happy that Robin had finally spoken up. "How are we supposed to do this though?"

"You read a page, then I read the next one, then you read the one after that, and I read the next one and so on."

"Ok that'll work." Isabella walked to the small table and chairs and sat down. Robin pulled up a chair next to Isabella as she held the book between them, and Isabella started to read.

As the pair read on, Isabella learned that the book was about a brother and sister who discovered a magic tree house that they could use to go back in time to go on adventures. In this particular book, they had gone back to the time of the dinosaurs to learn more about them.

"How are you girls getting along?" Renée poked her head in the room.

"Mommy she has Magic Tree House!" Robin beamed at her mother, looking up from the book.

"Alright!" She did a little fist pump before looking to Isabella. "Robin just adores those books."

"I can tell." Isabella teased her new friend.

"Are you ok with that though? I wouldn't want you to do something you're not enjoying."

"It's fine. I like readin. And I haven't read these before."

"Yeah and they're the best books in the world!" Robin spoke up. Renée chuckled at her daughter's enthusiasm.

"Alright, I'll leave you two to it."

"Girls? I brought you some snacks." Renée entered the room carrying a plate of apple slices and carrot sticks.

"Thank you Mommy."

"Thank you Ms. Brewer."

The girls thanked her in unison before grabbing at the proffered snacks. Ms. Brewer set the plate on the table behind them.

"Having fun?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I told ya these were the best books." Robin put on her best "I told you so" grin.

"Yeah. Ya did." Isabella bit into a carrot stick. "Could we have any other snacks?"

"What do you want?" Renée gave Isabella a wary look.

"Cookies!"

"Ooh! Can we Mommy? Please?"

"Alright. You can each have one cookie. If you eat all of your healthy snacks."

"Yay!" Twin cheers echoed through the room.

"Here are those cookies I promised." Ms. Brewer returned a bit later with a chocolate chip cookie for each girl.

"Thank you." Each girl took a cookie as Renée picked up the empty plate from earlier.

"Mmmmm! They're still hot and gooey!" Isabella smiled.

"Mmhmm!" Robin chirped in agreement.

"Glad you like them." Renée looked out the window, where the sun shone bright in the sky. "You girls have been inside all morning. Don't you want to go out and get some fresh air? Stretch your legs a little?"

"But we're just gettin' to the best part!" Robin whined.

"I know, but it's such a nice day out."

"But Mommy!"

"Robin..."

"Yes ma'am..." Robin slipped a bookmark into the book and hopped out of her chair.

"Um... You wanna go play hopscotch?" Isabella suggested.

"Ok. I guess."

"Alright. Come on." Isabella grabbed a box of chalk before the two left the room.

"Hey Sahdee?"

"Yes Steel?"

"What are your views on Isabella vandalizing the palace?"

"She's what?!"

"Yeah she's drawing stuff on one of the walkways. It's a bunch of squares and they're jumping in it. I think she's making that other girl participate in some vampire ritual without her knowing it."

"Steel, she drew a hopscotch court. With chalk."

"Yeah. I knew that. I was just uh... Trying to keep you on your toes."

"Whatever you say."

"Girls! Lunch!" Ms. Brewer's call pulled the girls from their game as each became acutely aware of how hungry they were.

"Race ya back to the palace!" Isabella challenged Robin and took off at a run.

"Wait! That's not fair I don't know the way!" Robin yelled back trailing behind her friend. The pair charged through the gardens, Robin staying a few steps behind Isabella the whole way.

"I win!" A breathless Isabella declared as she raced up the stairs to the veranda.

"No fair," Her equally breathless friend countered. "I don't know the way."

"Doesn't matter, I still win." Isabella stuck her tongue out.

"Alright, come on girls." Ms. Brewer guided them through the palace to one of the smaller dining rooms.

"This isn't where we usually eat." Isabella observed.

"Well, with more people I thought we could use a little more space."

"Your Majesty!" Robin gasped and dropped to the ground, bowing before Sahdee, sitting at the table.

"Robin, you're Isabella's guest. You don't need to be so formal with me. Ms. Sahdee is fine."

"Ok..." Robin stood back up and looked to her mother for approval, who appeared to give it in the form of a joke.

"Does that mean, as the parent of Isabella's guest, I can just call you Sahdee too your Majesty?" She teased.

"No, you still work for me." Sahdee teased back.

"What's for lunch?" Isabella interrupted.

"Sandwiches and chips." Sahdee said. "You also get your usual salad."

"Ewwwwww! Salads are gross!" Robin spoke up.

"Nuh-uh!" Isabella countered. "They're good."

"No, they're gross!" Robin continued her offensive. "With tomatoes, and onions, and all that gross stuff."

"Those are gross." Isabella conceded. "That's why I don't eat them. Especially tomatoes."

"Yet you love ketchup." Sahdee teased.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Isabella asked.

"Ketchup is made from tomatoes." Sahdee informed her.

"Oh. Well, ketchup's actually good though."

"I suppose I can't argue that point." Sahdee admitted.

"Ooh! Sahdee, can we give Mina a carrot?" Isabella asked once she had finished her lunch.

"Remember what we read online? Rabbits don't normally eat carrots."

"Oh yeah..."

"You have a bunny?!" Robin stared at Isabella, mouth agape.

"Yeah, her name's Mina."

"Can I see her? Please?"

"Sure."

"Tell you what, why don't you two go by the kitchens and pick up a small carrot for Mina? Just as a treat for her. Plus, I think there's some biscuits left over from earlier, and you can each have one."

"Thanks Sahdee! Come on!" Isabella grabbed her new friend's hand and the pair ran from the dining room.

"They make quite the pair wouldn't you say?" Renée chuckled.

"Yes, they do."

"Here's my room." Isabella said as she opened her bedroom door. "And here's Mina." She gestured to the rabbit sitting in her cage watching the pair.

"Aww! She's so cute!" Robin gushed while Isabella lowered her hand through the cage's open top, presenting the carrot to Mina. She hopped forward and gave the treat a few sniffs before starting to devour it. "Can I pet her?" Robin asked.

"Sure." Isabella withdrew her hand once Mina finished with the carrot. Robin slipped her hand in to pet Mina, only to yank it out with a yelp of pain.

"OW!" Robin looked at her stricken finger to reveal blood flowing from a bite mark.

"Oh no..." Isabella groaned and stepped closer to comfort her friend, who was starting to sniffle. "Please don't cry. She didn't mean it..." Isabella's words fell on deaf ears as Robin began to cry. "H-hang on..." She ran out of the room, leaving Robin alone, and returned a few minutes later with Ms. Brewer.

"What's wrong baby bird?" Ms. Brewer offered comfort to her daughter. Robin said nothing through her tears, but held up her bleeding finger for her mother to see.

"Mina bit her..." Isabella explained. "She... She was probably just confused, and thought Robin was giving her more food."

"Well, let's get that finger cleaned up. Isabella do you mind if I use your medicine cabinet?"

"No ma'am."

"Thank you dear." Ms. Brewer led Robin into the bathroom, unlocked and opened the medicine cabinet, cleaned Robin's finger, and bandaged it up. "There," she smiled. "All better."

"Kiss it and make it better?" Robin asked with a sniffle. Ms. Brewer leaned forward and kissed the bandage, eliciting a smile from Robin. "Thank you Mommy."

"You're welcome sweetie. Why don't you two go back to reading your book?" Ms. Brewer suggested.

"Ok. C'mon Robin. Let's go back to the playroom."

"Oh. Isabella?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"You should probably wipe your face, you've got chocolate around your mouth."

"I'm sorry Mina bit you..." Isabella interrupted their reading to apologize. "She's normally really sweet."

"It's ok. It's not your fault. She was probably just confused, like you said."

"Yeah. You wanna go try again?"

"Um... Not right now..."

"Robin, it's time to go sweetie." Ms. Brewer's call earned groans from both girls.

"But we just started the second book!" Robin whined.

"Then that sounds like a good stopping point, wouldn't you say? Come on, it's time to go."

"Yes ma'am..." Robin sighed. "Bye Bella. I'll see you around... I guess..."

"Yeah... Bye Robin..."

"I'm sure you'll see each other soon. After all, you've got to finish that book now that you've started it." Ms. Brewer gave the girls a reassuring smile.

"Definitely!"

"For sure!" Robin turned and cast one last smile and wave to Isabella before she ran to her mother's side.

"So, did you have fun today?" Sahdee asked as the pair ate dinner.

"Yeah! Robin's nice! She was really shy at first, but she was nice once I got her to talk. She really likes reading."

"I wonder who that sounds like...?" Sahdee smirked at Isabella.

July 18, 76 AF
Azure Academy, Côte d'Azur

The car rolled to a stop outside the stone gates of Azure Academy. A man got out of the car and opened the back door allowing Isabella and Sahdee to step out. A man approached the pair, meeting them as they stepped through the gates.

"Greetings your Majesty, my name is Jacob Greene. I'm a recruiting coordinator here at Azure Academy. I'll be your guide today." He looked past Sahdee to the little girl hiding behind her. "This must be Princess Isabella." He squatted down to be at eye level with her. "How are you doing today?"

"Um... Fine sir..."

"Well, we're so excited that you've expressed interest in being a student here at Azure Academy! First though, we need you to take a little test so we can see what you know. After that I'll take you two on a tour of our campus while we look over your test. How does that sound?"

"That sounds lovely. Don't you think Isabella?"

"Yes ma'am..."

"Super! Please follow me to our elementary school so we can start the test." Mr. Greene led them onto the Academy grounds, talking the whole time. "The Academy was founded just three years after the events of All Fool's Day. It was originally called 'Queen Adra's Academy', but it was renamed shortly after that debacle... Anyways, this is our Elementary school." He gestured toward the brick building just ahead of them. "It's home to our First through Fifth grade students. We have a separate building for our Kindergarten students. The building has its own library, cafeteria, nurse's room, gymnasium, and its own playground out back."

"With all these buildings this is more like a college campus than a primary school." Sahdee marveled as she examined the meticulous landscaping, the ivy clinging to the bricks of the buildings, the oak trees casting their shade across the lush grounds, and the sound of birds singing in the trees. "This campus is truly beautiful."

"Thank you your Majesty. Here at Azure Academy we pride ourselves on maintaining a strong work environment for our students, both inside and outside the classroom. On nice days many of our older students like to find quiet spots outdoors to study or work in small groups after school or during their free periods. And what do you think your Highness?" Mr. Greene turned to Isabella, who was too caught up in looking around at the Academy. Sahdee gave her hand a squeeze, only now realizing they were once again holding hands, to get her attention.

"Oh! Um... Everything's really pretty! It reminds me of the gardens at the palace, but with less flowers."

"Thank you your Highness." He smiled at the girl. "If you two will follow me inside." He opened one of the front doors to the Elementary school and held it open as Sahdee and Isabella walked into the building. "Head on through the offices, we'll be using one of the rooms in here." He opened another door to a small office, featuring a table and chairs in its center and a wooden desk at the front, with a chalkboard behind it. "If you two will please wait here, I'll get the testing materials."

"Ready to go?" Sahdee asked once the man was out of the room.

"Mmhmm." Isabella took a seat at the table.

"Don't worry about it too much. I'm sure you'll do great." Sahdee offered her encouragement.

"I'm not worried." Isabella smiled.

"Glad to hear it." Sahdee returned the smile as Mr. Greene returned holding a small packet of paper, and a pencil, accompanied by a woman.

"Alright Isabella, all the questions are multiple choice. Fill in the bubble on this sheet corresponding with the answer to each of the questions. If you think the answer to number one is B, bubble in B on this sheet, and so on. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Go ahead and start whenever you're ready and take as much time as you need. This is Ms. Turner," He introduced the woman with him. "She's here to proctor your exam. So, if you have any questions feel free to ask her." Next, he turned to Sahdee. "Now, your Majesty, if you would follow me I'll show you around a little while Isabella works."

"That seems fine. Good luck Isabella." Sahdee called as she left the room.

"Thanks!"

"In here your Majesty." Mr. Greene whispered as he opened the next door, leading Sahdee into a room featuring a window looking out on Isabella as she took her test.

"A two-way mirror?" Sahdee raised an eyebrow.

"Yes ma'am. Azure Academy is a very discerning school. We don't just evaluate students based on how they score on the test, but also on how they act during the test. Students that struggle to stay focused during the test may not be Azure Academy material."

Sahdee looked at Isabella, who was now hunched over her test, her tongue sticking out of her mouth as she bubbled in answers.

"I don't think you'll have that problem with her." Sahdee mused. "But, I do have a request."

"Yes, your Majesty?"

"I don't want her to get any special treatment. No one should call attention to her being Princess, none of this 'your highness' stuff. She's just Isabella, just another student. Understand?"

"Of course, your Majesty."

"Finished!" Isabella looked up from her test to the proctor.

"I suppose that's our cue. If she asks, we had coffee in the teacher's lounge." Mr. Greene whispered.

"Of course..." The pair exited the room and awaited Isabella's appearance.

"All finished?" Mr. Greene asked they were reunited with Isabella and Ms. Turner.

"Yes sir."

"Alright, I'll take this off to be graded." Ms. Turner said.

"While she does that, I'll show you around our Elementary school."

"So, how was the test?"

"It wasn't so bad. I think I did pretty good. I didn't know the history stuff though so I had to guess..." Isabella admitted.

"Well, I'm sure you did fine."

"This is one of our First-Grade classrooms." Mr. Green spoke, drawing their attention. "Each class is usually around 20 students so the teacher can better interact with each of them. Each room also has a projector, smart board, and associated computer for the teacher to make use of in teaching."

"High tech." Sahdee muttered.

"Here at Azure Academy we pride ourselves on integrating technology into our classrooms to ensure that our students are best equipped for the fast-paced modern world they will find themselves in after graduating. Now, if you'll follow me, I'll show you to one of our computer labs."

"Excuse me." Ms. Turner interrupted their tour in the music room. "Isabella's test has been graded. If you would come back to my office I'd be happy to discuss them with you."

"Ready Isabella?" Sahdee looked down to the girl at her side. She hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

"Ready." She gave an uneasy smile. The group returned through the halls of the school, entering the office. Mr. Greene halted just outside.

"I'll give you three some privacy."

Sahdee and Isabella entered and sat at the desk across from Ms. Turner.

"The test is divided into four sections: Language arts, mathematics, social studies, and science. Isabella scored a 93% on her language test, an 85% on her mathematics, a 44% on her social studies, and a 66% on her science. For a total of 72%. While she won't be joining our gifted program, her score is good enough to grant her admission to Azure Academy. Please allow me to be the first to extend my congratulations, and welcome you to our Academy."

"I knew you could do it." Sahdee let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "Congratulations sweetie!" Sahdee reached over and rubbed Isabella's head.

"Yay!" Isabella let out a little cheer of her own.

"Of course, there is the matter of the additional paperwork to attend to..." Ms. Turner ended their little celebration.

"Paperwork makes the world go 'round." Sahdee joked. "Isabella, why don't you ask Mr. Greene to take you out to that playground he mentioned earlier while I take care of some paperwork?"

"Ok!" Isabella was quick to hop from her chair and run from the room, shutting the door behind her.

"72% doesn't sound like it should be good enough for her to get in." Sahdee's smile dropped in an instant, replaced by a serious look. "She was getting in no matter what that test said, wasn't she?"

"So long as she wasn't illiterate, yes. Even then, I likely would have recommended she attend Kindergarten instead."

At least she's honest...

"Score is not the only factor in our admissions process, and each section is weighted differently. She has a strong basis in language and mathematics. Who cares if she doesn't know the difference between an isthmus and a peninsula? Furthermore, she is disciplined. She never so much as glanced away from that exam. That's rare in a girl her age."

"And how much does her title factor in?"

"Enough to ensure she didn't fail. Most everything else was just gravy."

"I'll tell you what I told Greene. She is not to receive special treatment here. She's just another student."

"But she isn't 'just another student' your Majesty. Having the Princess of Periwinkle at our school will be a powerful draw to other prospective students."

"You will not use her as a recruiting tool!" For the first time Sahdee raised her voiced.

"Of course not your Majesty." Ms. Turner's voice remained calm. "Azure Academy would never use a student to advertise for our school without they or their parent's permission. But, people do talk. Surely, you understand we can't control what people say or think about the Princess attending our institution?"

"And surely you understand that I could take her to another school."

"Of course you could. But, your Majesty if I may ask a question: How many other schools have you taken her too?" Sahdee didn't answer. "I thought not." Sahdee caught sight of the ghost of a smile on her face. "We are the best private school in all of Chroma and Kingston. You came to us because of that. Our relationship is a symbiotic one: Isabella receives the best education possible, and we gain a boon to our recruitment. You want what's best for her, don't you?"

"Yes. I do." Sahdee grit her teeth. "That doesn't mean I have to like it though."

"I assure you, you will not regret this decision."

"I didn't say I agreed to all this just yet."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want your assurance that she will be treated as a normal student. I don't want her to coast through life on her title alone."

"I believe we have a small misunderstanding your Majesty. Isabella's title got her in the door, but now that she is here she must prove herself along with every other student here. Azure Academy would never dream of granting a student a pass on their academic responsibilities. Isabella will pass or fail by her own merit."

"Very well then. Let's get this over with..."

Sahdee stepped out into the sun to find a large playground, complete with all the trappings of childhood. Only one piece was in motion at the moment, a little girl on a swing set. A short distance away a man split his attention between the girl swinging and his phone.

"You can tell your boss he's got his prize." She grumbled as she stood next to him.

"I'm not sure what you mean, your Majesty." Mr. Greene smiled at her.

"And I'm sure you do. What's next?"

"Well, next would be getting her student identification card made. Afterwards, I think it would be wise to stop by our Academy apparel shop. We do have a uniform here she will need to abide by."

"Isabella!" Sahdee called to the swinging girl. Upon spotting Sahdee, Isabella leapt from the swing while it was still in motion. She landed on both feet before running up to Sahdee.

"Hi Sahdee. Where are we going?"

"Well, first we're going to get your ID made, then we're going to do a little shopping."

"I like shopping!"

"I know you do honey." Despite her frustrations, Sahdee couldn't help but smile as Isabella did. "Alright Jacob, lead the way."

"If I had known you'd be getting your picture made today I wouldn't have let you go play." Sahdee continued to fret over Isabella's disheveled hair.

"It's fine Sahdee." Isabella swatted Sahdee's hand away yet again.

"Do you have a comb or brush or something I could borrow for a minute?" She asked the photographer.

"Of course your Majesty." The photographer chuckled as he reached into a bag and handed her a brush.

"Thank you very much. She turned the brush on Isabella who continued to fidget as Sahdee ran the brush through her hair. "Sit still Isabella... It's just a hair brush..." Sahdee muttered.

"I don't want my hair brushed..." Isabella muttered back. "It's just a picture."

"You'll thank me later." Sahdee withdrew the brush once she was satisfied. "There. All done."

"Finally." Isabella sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Alright kiddo. Hop up on the stool over here and let me get your picture." Isabella complied with his instructions, but stared back at the camera with a blank expression. "Think I can get a smile?" He asked.

"Uh-uh." Isabella shook her head.

"Isabella is this really the time for pouting? Because I wanted to brush your hair?"

"I didn't need it." Isabella whined.

"I just farted." The cameraman said. His announcement earned a snort of laughter and a grin from the pouting girl. As she did she heard a click and saw a flash. "Works every time." He shot her a sly smile as he displayed a picture of a smiling Isabella.

"It's a good picture." Sahdee's compliment fell on deaf ears as Isabella resumed her pouting.

"I guess."

The cameraman stepped over to a computer and a few minutes later presented Isabella with her new ID hanging on its lanyard.

"There you go darling. And congrats on joining our fine school. You're gonna love it here."

"Thank you mister." Isabella took the card in her hand and looked it over.

"Your ID has multiple functions here at the Academy." Mr. Greene explained. "You'll need it on to be able to walk around the school grounds without being questioned at every step. It also allows you to purchase food in the cafeteria or at vending machines, check out library books, access the computer labs, and more."

"Sounds handy." Isabella said as she slipped the lanyard around her neck.

"Sounds like a bit much for a First Grader." Sahdee said.

"When her Academy profile is available online you can edit what she can and can't do with it. If you don't want her to buy sodas from the vending machines she won't be able to."

"That's good." Sahdee relaxed, placated for the moment.

"Aww..." Isabella whined in protest.

"We'll talk about all that later." Sahdee conceded. " For now, I believe we have some shopping to do."

"Well, I believe that just about finishes things." Sahdee looked down at the smiling girl walking next to her, and to the PBI agent carrying several bags of clothing.

"Thank you for carrying my stuff Mr. Hawkeye."

"You're welcome darlin'."

"I'm hungry." Isabella changed the topic as her stomach grumbled.

"We're already out. How about we go out for lunch today?" Sahdee suggested.

"That sounds nice." Isabella smiled at her.

"Where do you want to go?" Sahdee asked.

"I dunno. I've only been to one restaurant here. I'd like to try something new." Sahdee felt a small weight wiggle its way into her palm. She smiled as she realized Isabella was once again holding her hand.

"How about we drive around, and see what sounds good?"

"That sounds fun."

"So... What did you think of the school?" Sahdee asked, trying to distract Isabella from the hushed whispers of the restaurant's patrons. For her part, Isabella seemed oblivious to the looks people were giving them as she diligently worked on the activities on her paper menu.

"It's really fancy." Isabella said, never looking away from the menu.

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah. It seems like a good school. I'm glad the classes aren't gonna be big."

"Did you have big classes at your old school?" The crayon in Isabella's hand froze as she stared at the menu.

"I... I've never been to school before..."

"You've never been to school?" Sahdee repeated the girl's words.

"No. My Mom taught me how to read and write and stuff. And she also had a tutor come sometimes."

"So, you were home schooled?"

"I guess..."

"Why didn't you say anything about this before?"

"I... I..." Isabella sniffled. "I don't like talkin about my parents..." Her lower lip trembled.

"Hey. Hey. No tears." Sahdee reached across the table and placed a hand on Isabella's shoulder. "It's alright. I won't ask about that anymore." Isabella tilted her head to the side, resting it against Sahdee's hand. "If she taught you everything you know, she must have been a very intelligent woman."

"Yeah."

"You ok?" She flipped her hand over to cup Isabella's cheek.

"I think so..."

"Alright. What did you like best about the school?" Sahdee tried to change the topic.

"The computers!" Isabella managed to smile. "I don't know much about them but they seem really cool. I always wanted to learn how to use one. And they have a whole class all about teaching you how to use one!"

"You've never used a computer before?"

"Not exactly." Isabella explained. "Lavender had one that we could use for a little while at a time. But, I mostly just watched others use it. I never got to use it cause I don't know how."

"I wish you'd said something before about wanting to use one. I could let you use mine some time to get a feel for it."

"Really?"

"Sure. Just give me some time to set some things up on it. Make sure you don't get yourself into trouble."

"Ok. Thanks Sahdee."

"You're welcome dear. So, you do like the school though? Right?"

"Yeah. I think it'll be nice."

"That's what's most important."

"They're just using her for her title Steel!" Sahdee paced the office as she vented her thoughts to the passive pony. "They only want her because she's a name for them to drop in conversation to drum up more recruits. That may be a 'good school' but it's run by horrible people. They spy on children during their tests. They filter out those who they think can't hack it, while admitting someone who probably shouldn't have gotten in just because she's a Princess. It's not right!"

"So, what are you gonna do about it?"

"I'd get that school shut down in an instant if I could. I could revoke their academic charter and have it shut down tomorrow. But, they have a lot of lawyers, and they'd challenge it in court. They'd kick Isabella out and say I'm trying to blackmail them into admitting her. Her score wasn't that good, they could say they reconsidered it or some other bull and give her the boot. They'd deny everything I say and I don't exactly have proof. Just one conversation and a room with a two-way mirror."

"You're the Empress. I think you outrank some lawyers at a private school."

"But Isabella would be crushed if she found out..." Sahdee continued as if she hadn't heard Steel. "She's really excited to go there too. And it's not her fault the school is run by assholes." Sahdee paused and stared at the wall. "Maybe... Maybe I let her go there for this year. See how she likes it. If she does like it I'll keep an eye on things. If she doesn't, I can pull her and transfer her somewhere else."

"You care about her." Steel chuckled.

"I don't want people profiting from her. That's just basic human decency."

"Sure..."

"She doesn't deserve to be used like this." Sahdee sighed. "She may be a vampire but she's not so bad. She's actually really sweet."

"Because she holds your hand whenever you two go out?"

"To be honest, she's not what I expected." Sahdee admitted; continuing to ignore Steel. "I thought she'd be more... I don't know... Evil? I thought she'd be trying to figure out how to bite the palace staff without them knowing. Or going out every night and biting people. But, she acts like a normal child. I'm not sure what to think of her."

"I think she's a dangerous vampire and needs to be put down."

"Steel!" Sahdee wheeled around on him. "She's a child!"

"A wolf puppy still grows up to slaughter sheep."

"Not if it's trained properly."

July 8, 76 AF
The Sapphire Palace, Côte d'Azur

A knock at the playroom's door distracted Isabella from her dolls. She turned to the door as it opened to find one of the palace's staff walking towards her with a brown box in his hands.

"This came for you in the mail." He explained as he handed the box over to Isabella. Once she took possession of the package, he left with no further words.

Isabella tore away the tape and opened the box, finding a piece of paper sitting on top of a bunch of small pieces of foam. She unfolded the paper to reveal a few lines of purple ink.

Dear Isabella,

I hope you're settling in at your new home. After you left, I realized that everything happened so fast that I forgot to give you your going away present. I hope you like it.

Best wishes,
Lavender Blossom

Isabella reached into the box, fishing among the foam packaging until her hands grasped a solid object. She tugged it out of the box to find a picture frame. The frame held a photograph she remembered Lavender taking a few days after she had arrived at Lavender Fields. Isabella stood in the middle of a group of children, wearing an uneasy smile. Katie stood to Isabella's left, a broad grin on her face, holding up two fingers behind Isabella's head, a fact Isabella was only now becoming aware of. On her right Bobby and Kenji stood side-by-side. Shelly stood to the left of Katie. Steve, Fleur, Adam, and Eve stood behind the front row. Near each person, they had also written their name in various colored pens. Her eyes fell on the pink 'Katie', though lacking its trademark heart over the i, she recognized her once friend's handwriting.

A drop of water fell on the frame's glass surface. Then another. After a moment, Isabella realized she was crying. She hugged the picture frame to her chest, and let the tears flow. All the while, Steel stood in his corner, watching in silence.

July 12, 76 AF
The Sapphire Palace, Côte d'Azur

"So... How'd it go...?" Sahdee asked as Isabella and Ms. Brewer entered the palace together.

"She got a little scared, so I had her sit on my lap for most of them. But she took them like a little trooper. Didn't you?" Ms. Brewer smiled at the dejected girl.

"Uh-huh." Isabella kept her face turned down.

"There were some tears..." Ms. Brewer admitted as Isabella continued to sulk.

"Come here Isabella." Sahdee offered, feeling pity for the girl. She picked Isabella up and pulled her into a hug. Isabella wrapped her arms around Sahdee's neck and buried her face in Sahdee's shoulder, while Sahdee stroked her hair to comfort her. "I know shots are no fun. But they are important." Sahdee explained. "Better to have the shots than to get sick, right?"

"I guess..." Isabella mumbled.

"Do you want to go take a nap?" Sahdee asked, despite it being early morning. Isabella shook her head. A voice in the back of Sahdee's mind told her to push on. "Are you sure?" Isabella shook her head again. "So, you do want to take a nap?" Isabella hesitated before nodding. "Ok." Sahdee turned to Ms. Brewer. "Could you take her to her room for me?"

"Of course, your Majesty."

"Thank you, Renée." Sahdee pulled Isabella from her body and presented her to Ms. Brewer, who took Isabella into her own arms.

"Come on Isabella, let's let you get some rest." Ms. Brewer turned to carry Isabella to her bedroom. As she walked away, Sahdee saw Isabella peeking back at her over Ms. Brewer's shoulder. She gave the girl a little wave, and a reassuring smile, as she was carried away. Isabella returned it with a wave of her own before hiding her face again.

"While I understand the need for 'randomness' in these visits, I do wish you could give me some amount of heads-up so I can set aside some time to meet with you."

"If you knew I was coming, that would defeat the purpose of the visit."

"Even so, if you could give my chief of staff 24 hours’ notice, I would appreciate it."

"I'll consider it."

"Please do." Sahdee frowned as Mrs. Crawford marched ahead of her towards the door Sahdee had pointed out earlier as Isabella's playroom. She knocked before opening it.

"Hi Isabella, how are- WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" Mrs. Crawford rushed to the nightgown clad girl, examining the dozen band-aids spread across both her arms.

"I got vak-sin-eight-ed." Isabella whined.

"Oh. That makes sense..." Jeanette relaxed at the explanation.

"What else would it be?" Sahdee frowned at Mrs. Crawford.

"In my line of work, any number of things." The two women glared at one another as Isabella stood between them, caught in the crossfire.

"Um... How come you're here Mrs. Crawford?" Isabella spoke up to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Well, it's like I told you, I'd be stopping by to check up on you. This is the first of those times."

"Oh. Ok." Isabella smiled. "It's nice to see you again."

"It's good to see you too Isabella." She returned the girl's smile. "Have you had lunch today?"

"Not yet."

"Then how about you and I go get some lunch and talk?"

"Ok."

"Alright, run get dressed so you can go eat."

"Yes ma'am." Isabella rushed towards her bedroom.

"Am I supposed to come along?" Steel's voice alerted them to his presence.

"What in the world are you?!" Jeanette jumped as the pony spoke up.

"This is Agent STEELHOOVES, Steel for short. He's Isabella's bodyguard."

"Why does a six-year-old need a bodyguard?" Mrs. Crawford asked.

"Because that six-year-old is the crown princess of Periwinkle." Steel countered.

A scream from Isabella distracted the party. Steel was the first to move, out of the room before Sahdee or Jeanette could react. They arrived in Isabella's bedroom to find the girl bouncing in place, holding a small white ball of fur, with a broad grin on her face.

"Can I keep it? Can I keep it?" She stared at Sahdee as she repeated her question.

"Of course, dear." Sahdee smiled from a combination of relief and at the cuteness of the scene before her.

"I already cleared it with her actually." Mrs. Crawford smiled too. "I saw her in a pet store in Amethyst, and she reminded me of you. Because she's albino, just like you." Mrs. Crawford reached out and booped Isabella on the nose.

"You have to take care of her though." Sahdee warned. "Keep her fed, give her water, keep her cage clean..."

"I will! I promise I'll take super good care of her!" Isabella scratched the little rabbit's head. "Imma call you Mina."

"She is a cute little bunny." Sahdee admitted as she looked into the rabbit's beady red eyes. She reached out to pet the rabbit in Isabella's arms. A sharp pain in her finger sent her arm recoiling. "Ow!" She examined her finger to find blood pooling. "She bit me!"

"Nu-uh!" Isabella defended her bun. "Mina's sweet, she wouldn't bite you."

"Isabella my finger's bleeding."

"It was probably like that already."

"How would my finger be bleeding already? I would have noticed it."

"Maybe you got a paper cut from all your reports."

"Isabella..."

"Why don't you put Mina down and get dressed so we can go eat?" Jeanette suggested. Isabella returned Mina to her cage on Isabella's dresser.

"Let's give her some privacy. I need to find a band-aid anyways..." Sahdee muttered as she and Mrs. Crawford left the room.

"Do tell Isabella's bodyguard to stay here. I'd like some time alone with her."

"That won't be a problem."

"I trust you will honor Isabella's right to privacy."

"Of course I will."

"Then I hope you won't try to have that behemoth follow us. Not that it would be hard to spot him."

"Steel won't follow you." Sahdee insisted as her tone shifted to one of annoyance. "But, if he did it's not like you'd know it."

"I doubt that."

"I'm pretty good at what I do." A deep voice interjected from behind them sending Jeanette jumping.

"What? But... How...?" She managed to speak between gasping breaths.

"Like I said, I'm good at what I do."

"Ready!" Isabella appeared down the hallway wearing a white long sleeve shirt, purple skirt, and white leggings.

"Aww. Look how cute you look." Jeanette smiled and earned one in turn from Isabella.

"I've had my stylist working with her to expand her wardrobe beyond just t-shirts and shorts." Sahdee explained.

"I like when we go shopping. It's fun."

"So, you two go shopping together?" Mrs. Crawford asked.

"Well... Sahdee doesn't go with me." Isabella's smile faltered. "Ms. Brewer usually takes me."

"I can't just 'go shopping' or 'go out to lunch' the way you two can..."

"I know..."

"Well, let's not worry about that right now." Jeanette changed the subject. "Where do you wanna go for lunch?"

"I don't know." Isabella walked up in step with Mrs. Crawford and slipped her hand into Jeanette's.

"How about we walk around and see what sounds good?"

"That sounds fun."

The two continued making small talk as they disappeared down the hallway. Sahdee couldn't help but smile a bit as she watched them.

"Am I supposed to shadow them?" Steel spoke up.

"No."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I'm not giving her the pleasure of being right. Besides, they'll be fine."

"Whatever you say."

"So, how are you settling in?" Mrs. Crawford asked once they had placed their orders. "Are you enjoying life at the palace?"

"Yeah. It's nice. I got lotsa toys to play with." Isabella picked up the crayons and began to complete the various activities on her paper menu.

"I saw all your toys. What about other children? Do you get to play with other kids much?"

"Not really... Sometimes Ms. Brewer takes me to the park and I do."

"You've mentioned Ms. Brewer before. Who is she?"

"She's one of the palace staff. She's usually the one to take me places. We go shopping, or to the park. She's the one who took me to the doctor this morning."

"What do you think of her?"

"She's nice.

"Does Sahdee ever take you anywhere?"

"No. But Sahdee doesn't really go anywhere either."

"Does she spend much time with you?"

"We eat meals together. She checks in on me sometimes. And she tucks me in every night. Oh! And she watches cartoons with me on Saturday mornings. That's fun."

"How are you two getting along?"

"Pretty good. We only had one fight."

"You had a fight?"

"Kinda. She wanted me to brush my teeth before breakfast and I didn't want to. We shouted for a bit before she made me brush my teeth."

"Why would she do that?"

"She said my breath smelled bad... And that I should brush my teeth first thing in the morning 'the way God intended.' I don't know."

"That's not very nice."

"Yeah."

"Did you start brushing your teeth before breakfast?"

"No. Toothpaste makes food taste weird. I just sit further away from her now."

"Clever girl."

"Other than that, it's been fine though. She's nice."

"So, would you say you two generally get along?"

"Yeah."

"And what of your... Bodyguard...?"

"Steel? He's harmless. He just stands around and hardly says anything."

"You've never talked to him?"

"Well, we talk a little. He's quiet though. I forget he's there most of the time."

"He just stands around silently watching you?"

"Not usually. Well, he did at first. Then he started leaving me alone more. He usually just comes by to check on me then leaves. Sometimes he stands around for a little bit."

"What do you two talk about?"

"He sometimes asks me what I'm playing. I've asked him some questions about him but he avoids them most of the time."

"Does he ever go out with you? Like when you go to the park and such?"

"Once or twice. He said he got bored and then left though."

"What do you think of him?"

"I think he's not as scary as people think."

Their conversation was interrupted as their waiter returned, placing a plate of chicken strips before Isabella and a club sandwich in front of Mrs. Crawford.

"What about school? Have you done anything about that?"

"Sahdee said I had to get vak-sin-eight-ed before I could go to school. So, I had to do that today."

"It's 'vaccinated' sweetie.

"Vaccinated."

"Good. So, how'd that go?"

"It went ok..."

"They didn't have to hold you down did they?"

"No! I just sat on Ms. Brewer's lap for most of them..."

"Well, at least you're done."

"Yeah."

"How is it you're so skinny with that appetite?"

"I dunno..."

"You want some of my fries too?"

"Yes please."

"Have at 'em. Speaking of food what do you eat at the palace?"

"We have lotsa different stuff. Including stuff I never heard of. Last night we had something called orange chicken with fried rice and vegetables. It was really good!"

"I bet. Does Sahdee cook for you or does she have the palace staff do it?"

"She does sometimes. Other times the staff does."

"Is she a good cook?"

"Yeah, she's pretty good."

"What's your favorite meal?"

"Steak!"

"I bet. So, overall, how do you like living at the palace?"

"I love it! Everyone's super nice to me, I have lotsa toys, and I can do whatever I want."

"Whatever you want?"

"Well, mostly. There's still places Sahdee doesn't let me go. And Steel stops me from doing some stuff."

"You've mentioned your toys a lot. Do you get to play outside much?"

"Oh yeah. I love the gardens! They're so pretty! I like to walk around in them. Sometimes I play pretend too."

"Do you ever invite children over from the park to play?"

"No."

"Wouldn't you like to see some other children?

"I guess... How... um... How's Katie doing...?"

"I'm not sure. I haven't been by since your adoption. When I go I'll let her know you asked about her."

"No! I mean... You don't have to do that. It's fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Forget I said anything."

"Alright then... You all done?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Alright, let's pay our bill and head back."

"So, how was lunch?" Sahdee asked as the pair returned.

"It was good! We talked a bunch and stuff. The food was good too."

"Now, your Majesty, if I could speak with you?"

"Of course. Isabella run play; we'll come see you shortly."

"Ok."

"Now, come with me." Sahdee lead Jeanette through the palace to one of the receiving rooms. "Can I get you anything? A drink?"

"No, thank you. I understand that you're a busy woman, so let's get started."

"Alright. What do you want to know?"

"How have things been going with Isabella?"

"Pretty well. I'm afraid I don't get to see her terribly often."

"When do you see her?"

"I try to eat meals with her. I check up on her when my schedule allows. I put her to bed at night."

"If you aren't keeping an eye on her who is?"

"Well, Steel watches her most of time. The rest of the staff and guards also have standing orders to keep an eye out for her."

"How does that work for her privacy?"

"She gets as much privacy as any other child. It isn't as if she's under constant surveillance."

"How does she feel about all the protection?"

"She's never said anything about it. She and Steel get along fine as far as I know."

"And how do you two get along?"

"Fairly well."

"Any arguments?"

"Nothing comes to mind."

"Isabella mentioned something about tooth brushing."

"Oh. That. I guess that wasn't the best moment for us."

"Want to tell me what it was about?"

"She didn't want to brush her teeth, so I had to persuade her."

"Persuade?"

"Brushing your teeth when you wake up is the correct way of doing it. She just needed to be informed of that."

"She didn't seem happy about it."

"Well, we won't agree on everything. But, she does need to brush her teeth."

"I don't disagree with that. How is she eating?"

"She can be a little picky and require encouragement sometimes, but in general she eats what I provide. She doesn't like vegetables, but I've gotten her to at least try most things."

"Encouragement how?"

"Generally, just some gentle prodding is enough to get her to at least taste things. Occasionally I need to offer a special dessert."

"Like what?"

"Usually, a slice of cake or something in lieu of her usual ice cream. That girl loves chocolate."

"What kinds of things does she eat?"

"She adores steak so we do that more often now. Sandwiches and such for lunch with a small salad."

"Wait, you've got her eating salads?"

"I was surprised too. Lunch is never ready when she is so I offered to make her a small salad; heavy on the dressing, cheese, croutons, and bacon bits. She liked it well enough that it's become regular for her."

"Huh. Never took her as the salad eating type."

"Me either."

"So, what do you think of her?"

"I think she's a sweet girl. I doubt that she has a mean bone in her body. I know our relationship isn't ideal, but I'm doing what I can."

"May I offer my opinion?"

"Of course."

"I think you are trying. I think she knows that too, and she appreciates that. I know this is a big adjustment for both of you, but I think you two are getting along."

"Thank you."

"I know we haven't always seen eye-to-eye, but we both want what's best for Isabella."

"I can agree with th- Wait. What's that on your finger?"

"Nothing."

"Is that a band-aid?"

"Yes..."

"That rabbit bit you too didn't it?! You gave her a rabbit that bites people?!"

"She doesn't bite Isabella."

"I can't believe you've done this."

"So, what about getting her enrolled in school? How's that going?"

"I've been in touch with Azure Academy. They're interested, but she needed her vaccinations first. And because she doesn't have any academic record she needs to take an entrance exam. But, since she's vaccinated she can take the exam next week."

"That's good. Azure Academy's an incredibly prestigious school. Going there would open so many doors for her."

"That's what I'm hoping."

"Well, things seem to be going well here your Majesty. Thank you for your time, but it's a long train ride back to Amethyst. I should be going."

"Do you need a ride to the train station? One of my drivers could take you."

"No, thank you though. I'd prefer to just walk and take in the scenery."

"As you wish. I'm sure Isabella's in her playroom if you'd like to say goodbye."

"I was planning on visiting her before I go. Thank you."

"What are you doing Isabella?" Steel's voice distracted her from her book.

"Just readin a book."

"Sure that's all you're doing?"

"Yeah."

"Because you look like you're digging for gold." Isabella became acutely aware of the finger in her nose. She withdrew it, feeling her cheeks turn red with embarrassment.

"Steel!"

"Don't look at me."

"Isabella?" A new voice interrupted the embarrassing exchange.

"Hi Mrs. Crawford." Isabella latched onto the topic change.

"I was about to leave so I came by to say goodbye." Isabella stood and ran to Mrs. Crawford, wrapping her in a hug.

"By. Mrs. Crawford. Thank you for Mina! I love her so much!"

"You're very welcome." Mrs. Crawford returned her hug. "I'll see you in a couple of weeks Isabella."

July 13, 76 AF

"So, Isabella." Sahdee spoke up during dinner. "Lavender and Mrs. Crawford told me about what happened the day I adopted you."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"They told me about how you got sick." Isabella blanched at the statement. "I just wanted to ask how you're doing since then." Isabella wouldn't meet Sahdee's gaze. "Are you still scared?" Isabella hesitated but nodded. "Well, I heard that the man who died in the attacks died because he had a rare blood disorder." Isabella's eyes widened at Sahdee's words. "Everyone else who was attacked recovered just fine."

"But... But that one guy died..."

"Yes, but he had a rare blood problem. Not very many people have it, you don't. So, you'd be ok."

"Ok..."

"I just thought that might help you a little."

"I... Think it does..."

"Good. Just finish up your dinner and you can have some ice cream."

"Ice cream!"

"Uhhhhh... Sahdee? Isabella just climbed out her window." That got her attention.

"Shadow her. Do not interfere."

"What?"

"Follow her. Do not interfere unless she's in imminent danger. Only observe."

"Um... Ok then...?"

"She's going through the gardens now... She'll probably get caught by the guards... Wait one. I lost her. Repositioning."

Steel lost her that quickly? Is she that good or is he underestimating her. She had abandoned the latest troop deployment forms, focused instead on her radio.

"Got her. Wait, how'd she get out that fast? She's outside the palace's perimeter. Pursuing now."

"Don't let her know you're following her, and do not interfere." Sahdee repeated her orders.

"Lost contact, trying to reestablish visual. How is she doing this...?"

"Find her Steel."

"For what? I can't interfere so it's not like I can bring her back."

"I don't want you to bring her back, I want you to watch her."

"Got her. She's on Laurel Drive and moving fast. Away from the palace. She's turning almost at random."

"Distancing herself from the palace?"

"Likely. She just ducked in an alley. There's someone coming."

Sahdee's heartbeat quickened.

"She's talking to a man now. Didn't you tell her not to talk to strangers?"

"You're recording, right?"

"Of course. No audio I'm too far awa- She's leading him down the alley. Hard to tell but she looks like she's upset about some- WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"What's happening Steel?"

"SHE FUCKING VANISHED AND REAPPEARED ON HIS BACK WITH HER HEAD ON HIS NECK! HE'S ON THE GROUND. SHE'S RUNNING AGAIN!"

"Is she ok?"

"WHAT?!"

"Is. She. Ok?"

"SHE JUST KILLED SOMEONE AND YOU WANT TO KNOW IF SHE'S OK?!"

"He's probably fine. She's just feeding."

"FEEDING?!"

"Make sure she returns to the palace safely and then report to me for debriefing. And do not breathe a word of this to anyone."

"Yes ma'am."

"You wanna tell me what the fuck I just watched?" Steel stormed into the office.

"I told you, Isabella is a vampire. That was her feeding."

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING WITH ME!"

"Why would I lie about her being a vampire?"

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE HAVING A MIDLIFE CRISIS AND DIDN'T WANT TO ADMIT IT!"

"Why would having a midlife crisis result in me adopting a child?"

"I don't know! Maybe you had regrets about never having a kid of your own? How did you even get her anyways? Doesn't adoption take months?"

"Usually. I'm the Empress though so I streamlined the process."

"How?"

"I told them what they'd want to hear so I could get her. I wasn't leaving her in that orphanage to attack more people."

"So, you bring her here to attack more people?"

"No. I brought her here to study her. Have you noticed her eyes? When I met her, they were a dark red, almost the color of blood. Since she came here they've been getting lighter and lighter in coloration. Her magic doesn't feel the same either. It lacks the same... Snap, it once had. She needs to feed. I talked to her at dinner to try and give her a little encouragement. It seems to have worked. Poor thing must have been starving..."

"That 'poor thing' just left a man for dead in an alley."

"I'm sure he's fine. Everyone except one person she's fed off has been perfectly fine afterwards."

"Whatever you say."

"Whenever she sneaks out you'll follow her and keep an eye on her. You are not to interfere unless she is in danger. Furthermore, you will not breathe a word of this to anyone. Am I clear?"

"Crystal."

"Good. Dismissed."

July 14, 76 AF

"Good morning Isabella. How did you sleep?"

"Ok." Isabella shrugged as she sat down, then yawned and laid her head on the table.

"Are you feeling ok?"

"Just tired."

"Then why don't you go back to sleep?"

"Cause I like eating breakfast with you." Isabella picked her head up of the table and looked Sahdee in the eyes. "I don't get to see you that much... I don't wanna lose one of my chances..."

"Tell you what," Sahdee felt her heart thaw. "Why don't you go back to sleep for a bit, and when you wake up, we'll eat breakfast. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good." Isabella said with a smile.

"Alright, back to bed little one. I'll get started on my work, and when you're ready we'll meet back up for breakfast."

"Renée?"

"Yes, your Majesty?"

"You have a daughter do you not?"

"Oh. Yes, your Majesty. Her name is Robin."

"How old is she?"

"She's five ma'am. She'll start kindergarten in a few weeks."

"What if you brought her to the palace some time for a play date with Isabella?"

First post woo

Kitten was sad and yet knew he should be glad.

The war was over and he could see his family again ,well his kids once a month because his wife cheated on him while he was away ,got a divorce and won permanent custody while he couldn't defend himself which was apparantly evidence.

Thankfully that was all he lost (will to live not included) not that was a consolation.

Clive appeared in the door then teleported away before Kitten could call out and ask why he showed up.

Clive was a friend (and one time boyfriend) of Kitten who was m.i.a but guranteed k.i.a .At least that's what everyone except Kitten thought as Kitten wouldn't believe it until the body was found .

But the bad news about the war being over was Kitten was just a nobody ,not a commander just someone who for some reason was a general asking for help for a while .One attack was all he got and while he performed well and won the fight the battle was lost /while he fought hard the battle and the attack lost (depending on what happened in the one attack I led )

No game ,no glory just a few stories to tell to kids .He came here for money and fame for his family,he dreamed like everyone else of a good life that fitted his wildest fantasies.

It was selfish to demand a kingdom crushed by four wars against an enemy that has ceased to exist that was now killing itself after everyone had lost thier innocence and a good friend and a family member to fight on for him and he knew that.

The terms would mean the empress lost her title and power along with relegation to queen ,the chancellor also became much less important and all states gained autonomy and finally there was much more federalisation in the traitorous government .

July 3, 76 AF
The Sapphire Palace, Côte d'Azur

Sahdee sat in her small personal dining room, looking over yesterday's reports as she sipped her coffee. The sound of the door opening took her by surprise. It was rare for the staff to disturb her here. She turned to the door to see a little girl with white hair poking her head in.

"Um... Some of the staff told me to come see you here..." She admitted as she opened the door and slipped inside.

"Good morning Isabella. How did you sleep?" Sahdee stood to greet the girl as she approached the table.

"Fine ma'am."

"Good, good." The two watched each other in silence for a moment before Sahdee spoke up. "Would you like some breakfast?"

"Yes ma'am."

"What would you like? I could fix something for you if you'd like. I've also got cereal, fruit, granola bars, toaster pastries, croissants... It's a little early but I'm sure I could get the kitchen to cook you an omelet or something if you want."

"Um... Just some cereal please." Isabella took a seat at the small table while Sahdee pulled a box of cereal and a bowl from the cabinets.

"I'm afraid I don't have any kids cereal. Just let me know what kind you like and I'll add it to the grocery list. Same goes for snacks and things." Sahdee added milk to the bowl and grabbed a spoon, before placing them in front of Isabella. "Would you like something to drink?"

"I like orange juice."

"Orange juice it is." Sahdee withdrew the orange juice from the fridge and poured a glass as Isabella ate her cereal. She placed the glass next to Isabella and returned to her seat.

"Thank you Ms. Sahdee." Isabella thanked her before taking a sip of the juice.

"You're welcome, but you don't have to call me 'miss'. Just Sahdee will be fine. There's no need to be so formal if you're going to be living with me."

"Ok."

"And absolutely none of that 'your majesty' nonsense."

"Yes ma'am." With Isabella attended to, Sahdee poured herself a bowl of cereal and sat down across from the girl.

"I'm a bit surprised to see you up." Sahdee commented. "I would have expected you to sleep in after the late night you had."

"We had to get up early at Lavender Fields to get breakfast. So I'm used to getting up early." Isabella explained. "Um... When did you get up?" Isabella asked.

"To 'get up' you have to go to sleep in the first place." Sahdee joked.

"You didn't sleep?" Isabella cocked her head to the side as a look of concern came onto her face.

"I took yesterday off to make that trip to Amethyst. I have a lot to catch up on." Sahdee looked to the reports lying on the table.

"Then how come you went to Amethyst?"

"I've been taking trips to orphanages for a while now." Sahdee lied. "Lavender Fields was the next on the list. Can't say I ever expected to adopt a child of my own." She smiled at the girl across from her who returned it with one of her own. "That reminds me, after breakfast I'll show you around a little bit. You can pick any of the guest suites to be your bedroom. I'll have the staff fix it up for you to make it a little more personal."

"Ok. Um... Can I get a room on the first floor? I... don't like heights..." A bit of color tinged Isabella's pale cheeks and she looked away from Sahdee and into her cereal bowl.

"Sure... That shouldn't be a problem..." Sahdee cast a wary glance towards the girl. The pair resumed eating in silence.

"Alright, now we come to the fun part. Picking your room." Sahdee smiled at the girl following her on the impromptu tour. "This is the guest wing for the first floor. Pick any room you like." She opened the first door to reveal a room like the one Isabella had stayed in the night before. "I'm afraid they're all about the same. But once you pick one I'll get it fixed up for you so it's a little more personal." Isabella walked into the room and examined it and the adjoining bathroom, pausing to look out the windows and take in the view. She repeated the process a few times, going from room to room inspecting each. All the while, Sahdee watched her in silence.

"I like this one!" Isabella announced as she turned to smile at Sahdee. Sahdee couldn't help but smile as she watched the girl flop onto the bed and start to bounce on it. Sahdee cast a glance out the window and noted its view of the gardens.

"Alright." Sahdee was interrupted as a burst of static filled her earpiece followed by the reminder of an impending meeting. "I'm afraid I have a meeting to attend Isabella." Isabella's smile fell at Sahdee's words. "I'm sorry I don't have any toys or things for you yet, but I sent some people out to get you some. In the meantime, feel free to look around. There's not much that's off limits in here, and anywhere you shouldn't be is guarded and they'll tell you. But don't be afraid of the guards, they're here to help you. If you need anything, tell one of the staff and they'll help you. Anything you need right now?"

"No ma'am." Isabella responded.

"Ok, I'll see you later Isabella. We'll get lunch or something."

"Ok."

Isabella wandered through the palace, admiring the ornate design, exquisite art, and beautiful views of the city around her. Despite the elegant trimmings and the frequent sightings of guards and staff, Isabella felt alone as she listened to her sandals strike the marble floors with each step she took.

I wonder what Katie's doing?

The image of her once friend flashed in her mind and Isabella shook her head to displace it.

Forget her Isabella! She scolded herself in her mind. She doesn't want you and you don't want her! She quickened her pace as she stomped through the hall. But as she walked, any anger she felt gave way to sadness, and loneliness.

The door to the sitting room opened for an instant, only to be shut again a moment later accompanied by a small gasp. The small group all turned to examine the door.

"Isabella? Is that you?" Sahdee called out in curiosity. After a moment, the door opened and the small girl walked in, keeping her eyes cast down to the ground. "Hi there." Sahdee put on a small smile.

"Hello." Isabella kept her eyes low.

"Why don't you come sit with me?" Sahdee coaxed Isabella over.

"Ok." The shy girl took slow, cautious steps before sitting down on the sofa next to Sahdee.

"Would you like some tea?" Sahdee gestured towards the tray holding a tea pot and several cups.

"No thank you." Isabella's denial was followed by silence as Sahdee kept her eyes on the girl who seemed intent on staring at the ground. The sound of a man clearing his throat snapped Sahdee out of her trance as she turned to her guests.

"Where are my manners?" Sahdee joked to ease the tension. "Isabella this is Mr. and Mrs. Haldane." She gestured towards the elderly man and woman sitting across the table from them. "And this," She turned her gesture towards the girl sitting next to her. "Is Isabella. I adopted her yesterday."

"A pleasure to meet you." Isabella's head perked up then bowed as she greeted the guests.

"Likewise." Mr. Haldane responded.

"What a charming little girl." Mrs. Haldane smiled.

"Thank you ma'am." Her compliment causing Isabella to blush.

"And so polite too. She reminds me of my own granddaughter." Mrs. Haldane launched into descriptions of her children and grandchildren. Her audience sat in polite silence listening to the elderly woman's stories. Sahdee watched Isabella out of the corner of her eye as the woman talked. She noticed her squirm, and fidget, in her seat; then start to cross and uncross her legs.

Polite or not I'm sure she's bored out of her mind. Sahdee turned her focus back towards Mrs. Haldane, keeping an ear out for a pause she could use to dismiss Isabella.

A sudden tug at her sleeve distracted her. Sahdee turned to see Isabella looking up at her. She curled her finger to beckon Sahdee closer. Sahdee lowered her head to Isabella's level as Isabella sat up and cupped a hand around Sahdee's ear.

"I... need to potty..." Isabella whispered.

Well that explains it. Sahdee mused.

"Alright." She whispered back. "Would you excuse us for a minute please?" Sahdee asked her guests. She did not wait for a response, but did hear an amicable assent, and led Isabella from the room and down the hall. "The bathroom's right in there Isabella." Sahdee pointed towards a closed door and Isabella bolted from her side.

"Thank you." Isabella called back as she rushed through the door, shutting it behind her. Sahdee pulled her phone out to occupy herself while she awaited Isabella's return.

"Your Majesty?" Her earpiece came to life with her aide's voice. "There's been a tornado in Sapphire. Your presence is required to organize emergency response."

"I'll be right there." Sahdee set off at a brisk pace to one of the palace's meeting rooms.

Isabella emerged from the bathroom to find herself alone. She returned to the sitting room, where she had stumbled upon Sahdee and her guests while searching for a bathroom, and found it empty as well. She sighed and resumed her wandering around the palace.

A glass door at the end of the hallway caught her attention. Outside she could see a field of green interspersed with splashes of color. She stepped outside into the warm summer air, and found herself in the palace gardens. Fascinated by all the flowers and plants, Isabella set off to explore.

Isabella wandered around the gardens, entranced by the sights and smells. She had been touring the gardens for some time, and had yet to see the same place twice.

Everything's so pretty! She smiled as she continued her exploration.

Private Edward Doss was not having a good day.

A late night at the bar with his buddies had turned into one, or two, too many drinks. He'd gotten back to the barracks late, overslept, been chewed out by his CO for being late to his post, and now he was stuck on guard duty with a hangover.

As if all of that wasn't bad enough, he now had a little girl wandering around the gardens all by herself.

Terrific.

"Stop right there!" He shouted and approached the girl. She stopped and looked at him like a deer caught in headlights.

"M-me?" She squeaked and pointed to herself.

"Yes, you! You shouldn't be out here! This is private property."

"B-but I... I... I..." The girl stuttered as he towered over her.

"Where are your parents?"

The reaction was immediate. Her eyes widened for an instant then squeezed shut, the beginnings of tears forming. Her head drooped towards the ground, and her shoulders started to tremble. A moment later the girl let out a wail as tears flowed unabated.

Ah jeez... Doss' heart softened as the girl sobbed.

"Hey... Come on now. None of that." His platitudes fell on deaf ears as the girl continued to cry. He shook his head and grabbed the girl by the wrist, tugging her along as he dragged her back towards the palace.

Sahdee leaned against the railing of the veranda sipping her coffee. With relief supplies and workers on their way to Sapphire, she enjoyed a short break, and a chance to get some fresh air.

The quiet of her break was interrupted by a strange noise coming from the gardens. She looked out into the gardens, perplexed by the noise, she sighted movement but couldn't make it out. As the figures drew closer she realized it was one of the palace's guards accompanied by a crying little girl.

Oh no...

Sahdee's legs began moving before she realized what she was doing as she moved to confront the guard.

"What is going on here?" She asked as the soldier stopped and saluted.

"Ma'am, I found this child wandering the gardens unattended. I was bringing her back to the palace to find her parents."

"Well, you've found me."

"Excuse me ma'am?" The soldier blanched as the implications of Sahdee's words set in.

"This is Isabella. I adopted her yesterday. I sent word to Captain Stuart to inform all the guards about her. Did he fail to inform you?"

"I don't know ma'am."

"What do you mean you 'don't know'? Did he or did he not tell you about her?"

"I missed this morning's briefing ma'am."

"Wonderful. So, let me get this straight: you see a little girl wandering around the gardens unattended. Instead of using this wonderful invention called 'radio' to check in on this, you feel the best course of action is to make her cry?" With those words her attention shifted towards Isabella. She was still standing behind the guard, and still crying.

"I wasn't trying to upset her..." The guard fumbled over his words. But Sahdee paid his explanation little mind. As she stared at the bawling vampire, she couldn't help but feel pity in her heart.

"Come here Isabella." Sahdee took a tentative step towards the girl, but found the girl had already latched onto her leg as she continued to cry. Sahdee knelt and picked Isabella up, pulling her into a hug. Isabella threw her arms around Sahdee's neck, and buried her face in Sahdee's shoulder as her body trembled with her continued sobs. "Shh... Shh... It's ok." She shushed the girl. She brought a hand to the back of Isabella's head and stroked her hair to comfort her. "It's alright."

"I... I just asked where her parents were..." The guard explained. Isabella only cried harder at his words.

"She's an orphan." Sahdee mouthed at the guard, careful not to vocalize the words and risk upsetting Isabella any further. The man's eyes widened in shock and his head dipped in shame. After a moment, he plucked up the courage to try and reach out and rub Isabella's back.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Get out of here!" Sahdee snapped. The man gave a hasty salute before he scurried away.

Sahdee turned and carried Isabella up onto the veranda, offering her comforting words as she quieted down. After several minutes, she stopped crying, but kept her face buried in Sahdee's shoulder.

"You all done?" Sahdee asked.

"Mmhmm..." Isabella nodded but kept her face hidden.

"I'm sorry he upset you so much. He didn't know what he was doing. It won't happen again."

"Ok." Isabella sniffled. Sahdee shifted her arms and caught sight of her watch.

"It's nearly lunch time. Would you like something to eat?" That got Isabella's attention as she moved her head away from Sahdee's shoulder for the first time. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy and her nose was covered in dried mucus. Sahdee suppressed a grimace as she realized she'd need to clean her shirt up.

"Uh-huh."

"Alright. Let's go." Sahdee gave the girl a smile, which she returned with her own, and set off towards the kitchen. After a minute of walking, Isabella spoke up.

"Um... Ms. Sahdee?"

"Yes?"

"Can you put me down please?"

"Oh." For the first time Sahdee realized she was still carrying Isabella. "Of course." She set Isabella down on the ground. When they resumed their walk, Sahdee felt a force press against her left hand. She glanced down and noticed Isabella's hand wrapped in her own. She said nothing, but felt a small smile tug at her lips.

"Feeling better now?" Sahdee asked as Isabella finished her sandwich.

"Yes ma'am."

"I'm sorry I've left you alone all day." Sahdee apologized. "I have some things in mind for you but they aren't quite ready. I'm sorry about that too. It shouldn't be much longer though."

"S'ok." Isabella munched on her potato chips as Sahdee looked down at the remainder of her own sandwich.

"Do all kids eat this fast or is it just you?" Sahdee teased.

"I was hungry..." Isabella defended herself. ^"I'm ^always ^hungry..." She muttered.

"Didn't quite catch that."

"Nothing."

A noise from Sahdee's phone distracted her for a moment.

"Isabella, I have a surprise for you." Sahdee singsonged as she looked up towards Isabella with a smile on her face.

"What kind of surprise?" Isabella asked.

"Well, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you about it, would it? But you're going to like it, trust me. Come with me." Sahdee led Isabella out of their personal dining room and back through the castle.

"Wait, isn't this near my room?" Isabella asked as she began to recognize some of the art in the halls.

"Yes, it is. It wouldn't make much sense to put your playroom on the other side of the palace." Sahdee smiled and opened a door ushering a wide-eyed Isabella into a former conference room. Her jaw dropped as her eyes fell on the pile of new toys gathered in the center of the room.

"Th-this is for me?!" She squeaked.

"Yep." Sahdee announced. No sooner had she uttered the words than Isabella dove on the pile and began opening her new toys. Sahdee laughed as she watched the girl ripping open boxes to get at the precious toys within them. "I'll bring a trash bag by later. Have fun!"

"Thank you!" Isabella yelled back as Sahdee left the room.

Isabella was in the midst of assembling one of her new lego sets when she felt the floor shake underneath her. There was a momentary pause, then another tremor, a pause, and a tremor. Each tremor grew more intense. A knock at the door caused her to whip her head around to investigate.

"Isabella?" Sahdee pushed the door open and spotted the girl lying in the floor. "Having fun?"

"Yes ma'am." Isabella forgot about the tremors for a moment. "Thank you so much!"

"It's no problem at all. Now, there's someone I'd like you to meet." Sahdee stepped into the room and moved away from the door. The tremors resumed as a metal mountain on four legs lumbered into the room. "Isabella, this is Agent STEELHOOVES. Steel, this is Isabella."

"Um... N-Nice... to meet you..." Isabella stumbled through her introduction as the metal pony stared at her. Any expression Steel made was hidden behind the face plate of his armor.

"A pleasure." Steel spoke after the long pause. His voice was so deep Isabella could feel the floor vibrate beneath her when he spoke.

"Isabella," Sahdee squatted down to look Isabella in the eye. "From now on, Steel's going to be your bodyguard."

"WHAT?!" Twin cries erupted from the room; one a deep roar, the other a shrill shriek.

Steel watched as the girl lay on the floor, kicking her feet in the air as she colored in the book's picture.

Where did my life go so wrong?

A brief flash of light blinded him. He felt heat wash over his body. Hot wind rushed around him. The screams of thousands mingled with the maelstrom.

He blinked.

He saw a girl coloring on the floor.

"Too bad that didn't kill me." He rumbled.

"Did you say something?" The girl turned around to look at him. He stared at her for a moment before answering.

"No."

"Oh... Ok..."

"Isabella?" Sahdee opened the door to the playroom to find Isabella playing with some dolls. "Your bedroom's ready."

"It is?" Isabella stood up and walked over to Sahdee. "Can I see it?"

"Of course. That's why I came to get you."

"Yay!" Isabella gave a little cheer and dashed from the room towards her new bedroom.

"Coming Steel?" Sahdee asked the silent mammoth lurking in the corner. He stared back at her, but did not move. "Suit yourself." Sahdee shrugged and left him alone.

Isabella was already inside when they arrived. The room's walls had been painted a bright pink color, with the furniture painted white. The room's centerpiece was a large bed, at the moment occupied by a bouncing six-year-old, with a thin white canopy hanging from its top, tied off on the posts.

Canopy bed. Fitting. Sahdee thought.

The room also contained a dresser, a chest of drawers, a small vanity with a tri-fold mirror, a nightstand with a lamp, and a desk with a chair, and even a small bookshelf.

"Isabella don't jump on the bed." Sahdee chided the girl who stopped her bouncing.

"Aww..." She climbed off the bed and walked around to examine the rest of the room.

"I hope the color's alright. I completely forgot to ask for your preference. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine. I like pink..." A small blush crept onto Isabella's face with her confession.

"Well you are a little girl." Sahdee teased the embarrassed girl. Isabella walked over to the vanity and picked up a hairbrush that was lying out. She looked into the mirror as she ran the brush through her hair. She has a reflection. Sahdee observed. Well, that's one myth busted. Isabella put the brush down and wandered over towards the dresser. She opened one of the drawers to see a pile of socks laid out.

"Huh?" Isabella made a confused noise.

"I had them go ahead and unpack your things for you. You can reorganize if you want."

"Oh. Thank you." Isabella now turned and walked into the bathroom. She noticed her toothbrush sitting in a holder at the sink with a tube of toothpaste next to it, along with an empty glass. She looked at the bathtub and saw her toiletries set out along the rim. She went back to the sink and reached up to pull on the mirror/medicine cabinet combination but found it would not budge.

"I asked them to install a lock on the medicine cabinet." Sahdee knelt down and looked Isabella in the eye. "You shouldn't open it without an adult around. If you ever find it open, just close it. Don't ever eat, or drink, anything from in there unless an adult gives it to you. Understand?"

"How come?"

"Because, while the medicine can help you, if you take the wrong thing, or too much of something, it can make you even more sick, or even worse. If you don't feel well, tell Steel, one of the staff, or me, and we'll help you. Don't ever try to take medicine by yourself. Ok?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good." Sahdee stood back up and followed Isabella back out into the bedroom. Isabella approached the desk next.

"What's this?" She asked as she picked up a leather-bound book with a small lock on the front of it.

"It's a diary. I thought you might like a place where you can write down your private thoughts."

"Oh." Isabella unlocked the little book and flipped through the blank pages. "Thank you." She smiled up at Sahdee.

"You're very welcome." Sahdee smiled back. Isabella hesitated a moment before she wrapped her arms around Sahdee's waist in a hug. Sahdee reached down and picked the small girl up and pulled her into a hug of her own. Isabella pulled her head from Sahdee's shoulder and looked Sahdee in the eyes.

"Really. Thank you. For everything.” All of a sudden, Isabella's head shot forward. For a brief instant, Sahdee feared the vampire was about to bite her.

Isabella's lips pressed against Sahdee's cheek, placing a quick kiss, before pulling away as she gave a wide grin. Whether she realized it or not, her grin had the side effect of showing off her fangs.

"You're welcome dear." Sahdee smiled back and shook off the unease as she set Isabella down. "Alright, run play. I'll have someone come get you when dinner's ready."

"Ok." Isabella ran from the bedroom and went back to her waiting toys.

"Henlo!" Sahdee heard the door open and watched Isabella walk into the small dining room.

"Hi Isabella. Ready for dinner?"

"Uh-huh." Isabella smiled as she sat down across from Sahdee, finding a plate already prepared for her. "What's this?" She asked as she noticed a small, candy-like, form sitting on her napkin. Upon closer examination, she realized it looked like a cartoon character.

"It's a vitamin. It's packed with lots of vitamins and minerals to help you grow up big and strong."

"Oh." Isabella popped the small form in her mouth and bit down, crunching away at the chalky, fruit flavor. "Kinda tastes like candy."

"Yes, that's the point. But it's not candy. You should only eat one per day. Otherwise, they can make you sick."

"Ok."

"Anyways, since it's your first day here I had the staff do something special for us: steak." Sahdee explained. "I wasn't sure how you liked it cooked so I had them make it rare, but they can cook it more if you want."

Isabella gave the chunk of meat a curious look before she picked up her fork and speared the small piece Sahdee had cut off for her to try. She popped the piece in her mouth and began to chew. Her eyes lit up. Sahdee was about to make a comment assuming Isabella's approval, but her words caught in her throat. Isabella's fork clattered down onto the table, and she grabbed the remaining steak with both hands and brought it up to her mouth. She bit into the steak, and ripped off a chunk using her teeth. In a matter of minutes, she had devoured the whole thing. The vampire turned her attention to her fingers, licking and sucking the juices off them, then licked her lips. Sahdee stared with her mouth hanging open.

For the first time, Isabella realized she was being watched. An intense blush spread over her face, which she covered using her napkin, pretending to wipe her mouth.

"Um... May I please be excused?" Isabella asked. Sahdee managed a nod of affirmation. "Thank you." Isabella slipped off her chair and scurried from the room.

What. The. Hell. Sahdee could only stare into space. I had a feeling she'd like rare meat, but... That steak was close to raw...

She stood and left the room, her body going on autopilot as her mind tried to comprehend what she had just witnessed.

"You're not going to eat your Majesty?" One of the staff asked as he noticed her untouched dinner.

"I'm not hungry anymore."

Sahdee opened the playroom's door to find Isabella drawing on a blank piece of paper as Steel continued to stand in his chosen corner.

"Isabella it's well past your bedtime." Sahdee scolded the girl and her guard.

"But you didn't give me a bedtime!" Isabella countered.

"When was your bedtime at Lavender Fields then?"

"9:30..." Isabella drawled.

"Then you should have been in bed over an hour ago." She directed her ire away from the girl and towards her guard.

"You never gave her a bedtime." Steel parroted his charge's argument.

"You should know to put her to bed when it gets late."

"You told me to watch her. You didn't tell me anything about making sure she goes to bed."

"Ugh. Fine" Sahdee groaned. "Isabella's bedtime is 9:30. I expect you to have her ready for bed by then. I'll stop by to say goodnight." Sahdee explained. "Now, come on Isabella. It's time for bed."

"Yes ma'am..."

Isabella followed Sahdee from the room and back to her bedroom. Sahdee went into Isabella's closet, pulled out her nightgown, and handed it to her.

"Go brush your teeth and get ready for bed." Isabella gave no answer but set off to complete her task. She emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, wearing her nightgown, and holding the clothes she had been wearing. "Oh. There's a hamper in the bathroom for your dirty clothes." Isabella walked back into the bathroom, then returned a moment later.

Isabella climbed into her new bed as Sahdee pulled the covers over her. Isabella yawned as she snuggled into the bed.

"Goodnight Isabella."

"Goodnight." Sahdee walked to the door and turned the light off, shrouding the room in darkness.

"That reminds me." Her words made Isabella sit up in bed. She flipped the lights back on, crossed the room and entered the bathroom, opening drawers as she searched for the object. "Aha!" She exclaimed as she located the small fixture. She plugged it into the wall outlet, flipped it on, and a dull light filled the bathroom.

"What's that?" Isabella asked as Sahdee walked out of the bathroom.

"A night light. For in case you need to use the bathroom at night. That way you can see."

"Oh. Thanks."

"No problem." Sahdee returned to the door and turned the lights back off. "Goodnight Isabella. Sweet dreams."

"Good night Sahdee."

One last report... Sahdee picked up the packet of paper and began to flip through it, her groggy mind only retaining half of what she read.

"You wanna tell me what this is about?" A deep voice asked.

"You're going to have to be more specific Steel." Sahdee didn't bother to look up from her papers.

"This child."

"What about her?"

"Why is she here? Why do you have me playing bodyguard?"

"She's a vampire." Sahdee looked at Steel. "She's responsible for the attacks in Amethyst. I brought her here to keep an eye on her because I couldn't think of any alternative. You're watching her to help me learn more about her." Steel said nothing but continued to stare. "Don't give me that look."

"She's a vampire?"

"Yes."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"Yes, because it's the truth."

"Alright, well when you want to give me a real reason I'll be around." Steel turned and left the study.

"Dumb, stubborn, horse..." Sahdee muttered as she gave up on the report to get ready for bed.

July 2, 76 AF
Amethyst City, Amethyst Cove

"E-Excuse me?" Lavender stuttered as he stared at Sahdee. "Forgive me your Majesty, I must have misheard you."

"What if I wanted to adopt Isabella?" Sahdee repeated her question. Lavender seemed unable to comprehend her words as his only response continued to be a blank stare.

"Are you alright Mr. Lavender?" Her question seemed to snap him out of his trance.

"W-Well, Isabella is available for adoption. But, as I'm sure you know, adoption isn't a simple process." Lavender explained. "Usually, we have to conduct background checks, financial checks, verify addresses, employment, etcetera, etcetera. But, you are the Empress. I don't suspect a background check would show you have a conviction for armed robbery or something. Finances aren't an issue. We know where you live, and that you have adequate room for her..." He trailed off and stared into space again. Sahdee was about to try to get his attention when he spoke up. "I have to be honest with you your Majesty, I have no idea what the proper procedure here is. I think a good starting point is: why do you want to adopt Isabella?"

"You mentioned she's from Nordwälder. I was once the governor and lieutenant governor of Nordwälder, so I feel responsible for her." Sahdee lied.

"Well, I suppose that's a good enough reason." Lavender observed. "So, why don't I set you up for some one-on-one time with Isabella so you two can get to know each other better? While you're doing that, I'll call her social worker and have her come so we can figure out what to do."

"Isabella?" The knock at the door distracted the girls from their card game.

"Yes Lavender?"

"I need you to get dressed and come with me please. I'll be waiting out here for you." Lavender called through the door. Katie and Izzy shared a look before Izzy got up from her seat on the floor to get dressed. A few minutes later, she and Katie stepped out of the room where Lavender stood waiting.

"Oh, Katie you can stay here. I only need to see Isabella for a little while." Katie hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting between Izzy and Lavender. Izzy had come to know that look well. She knew it mean that Katie was thinking about the situation, and her options.

"Ok." Katie yielded. "I'll see you when you get back Iz." Katie returned to their room and closed the door behind her.

"Come along Isabella." Lavender turned and trotted down the hall with Izzy following along.

"What's going on?" Isabella asked.

"There's someone here who would like to talk with you. Nothing bad, I promise." Lavender paused in front of one of the offices and ushered Isabella inside. Waiting for her was Empress Sahdee. "Have fun you two!" Lavender smiled and closed the door behind him.

"Would you like to sit down Isabella?" Sahdee gestured towards an empty chair. Isabella followed her direction and sat down, watching Sahdee as she took a seat.

For the first-time Izzy took in the Empress' appearance. She was taller than any of the caretakers at Lavender Fields. She had black hair that came down to just above her shoulders. Her skin was a dark tan color, and her eyes were brown. She couldn't help but notice Sahdee seemed to be having a hard time meeting her eyes.

Isabella felt a strange tingling sensation across her skin whenever Sahdee did make eye contact with her. It reminded her of how it felt when Lavender had picked her up yesterday, but this time it felt different. Before, it had been a gentle feeling, almost like she was being wrapped in a blanket. This felt like someone pushing blunt objects against her skin.

"How are you feeling?" Sahdee broke the silence with a question. "Lavender said you got sick yesterday."

"I'm fine ma'am." Izzy responded.

"That's good." Sahdee smiled at her but it seemed off. "Can you tell me a little about yourself?"

"What do you want to know?" Izzy responded with a question of her own.

"I heard you were from Nordwälder."

"I am."

"I used to be the Governor of Nordwälder you know." Sahdee commented.

"I didn't know that."

"Well, it was a bit before your time, I'm sure. How old are you exactly?"

"Six."

"Oh, it was certainly before your time." Sahdee laughed. As she did Izzy couldn't help but smile a little. "What do you like to do for fun?" Sahdee returned to her questioning.

"I usually just play with Katie. Whatever she wants to do." Isabella shrugged.

"Then what are your favorite things to do?"

"I like to color, and draw." Isabella listed off activities. "Katie likes to play video games with Kenji, Bobby, and Shelly, but I'm not very good at them. We play tag and hide and seek a lot too. I like when we get to go to the pool, even though they make me put on a lot of sunscreen."

"I can't imagine why." Sahdee joked earning a giggle from the girl. "What else do you like to do?"

"I like to play dolls." She blushed at the admission. "And I like to read by myself sometimes. I like to watch cartoons, but Lavender doesn't let us watch too many. What do you do for fun?" Isabella turned the tables on Sahdee.

"I'm afraid I don't have much free time. But, when I do have it I also like to read. What kind of foods do you like?" Sahdee redirected the focus back to Isabella.

"I like when we have chicken. We've done hamburgers and hot dogs some too. Fish is good. I like pizza too."

"What about fruits and vegetables?"

"I like fruit. I think I like mangoes best."

"I like mangoes too. What about vegetables?"

"I don't really like vegetables. I hafta eat them anyways or I don't get dessert." She pouted.

As they continued their conversation, Isabella felt the strange tingling begin to fade before it dissipated.

"Your Majesty?" Lavender poked his head into the door. "May I speak with you?" Sahdee stood and walked to the door to join Lavender. "Isabella, I need you to wait here for a few minutes ok?"

"Yes sir."

"I'll be back soon Isabella." Sahdee's words caught even herself off-guard as she paused to look back at the girl.

"Ok." Isabella looked Sahdee in the eyes and for the first time Sahdee felt the icy tendrils of the vampire's magic reaching out towards her. She deflected the magic with ease using her own, but, to her surprise, Isabella did not react to her defense.

Either she doesn't realize she's using magic, or she's very good at hiding it.

"Please come with me your Majesty." Lavender beckoned her back to his office where a woman waited for her.

"My name is Jeanette Crawford. I represent Isabella." She introduced herself with a bow of her head. "Now, to avoid any confusion, I want you to state plainly what it is you want."

"I want to adopt Isabella."

"Very well. As Lavender has stated before adoption is not a simple process. However, because of who you are we can skip a few steps. We don't need to conduct background or financial checks. What is most important is what is best for Isabella. Though I will admit, I have some reservations about this arrangement."

"Reservations?" Sahdee cocked an eyebrow at the woman.

"Yes. Isabella, like most orphans and foster children, has unique burdens that come with her. While I have no doubts that you can provide her with the best education, future, and provide for her physical needs I wonder how well you can attend to her emotional needs. You run a country that's in the middle of a war. How will you find time to spend with her? How can you build a relationship with her when you have to govern a nation?"

"I do not run this nation single-handedly. I will not make you empty promises about spending time with her, but know that I understand what I am asking, I did not make this decision lightly."

"Very well." Jeanette conceded. "However, as part of my duties I am required to make random visits to check up on Isabella. If I feel she is not receiving proper care, I am within my power to recommend that the state take her back."

"Of course. I understand completely." The two women continued to stare each other down.

"Ok..." Lavender gave a nervous laugh to try and break the tension. "Why don't we get started on some paperwork?"

"I want to speak to Isabella first. Alone. I want to make sure this is what she wants." Jeanette marched from the room.

"Isabella?" The door opened and Mrs. Crawford walked in.

"Hi Mrs. Crawford." Isabella greeted her. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, when Lavender told me the Empress had come to visit, I had to come and see her and check up on you. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine." Izzy's response did not stop Mrs. Crawford from reaching a hand to Isabella's forehead. After a moment, she pulled her hand back and changed the subject.

"So, you got to meet the Empress huh? Was it exciting?"

"Yeah. She's nice. We talked for a little bit. She asked me a lot of questions."

"What did she ask?"

"What I liked to do for fun, what foods I liked, what books I read, that sorta stuff."

"Did you ask her any questions."

"Some. I asked what she does for fun but she said she doesn't have a lot of free time."

"I'd imagine not." Mrs. Crawford's smile faltered as a more serious expression took its place. "So, you like her then?"

"Yeah, she's a nice lady."

"Alright, I know you must be bored sitting in here all by yourself but it'll just be a little bit longer." Mrs. Crawford turned to leave.

"Is Ms. Sahdee coming back?" Isabella piped up. "She said she'd be back..."

"Yeah kiddo. She'll be back soon."

"Well?" Lavender cocked his head as Jeanette returned.

"She seems to like you well enough. I couldn't bring myself to ask if she wanted to live with you. I think you should be the one to do that."

"I agree." Sahdee nodded.

"There is one other thing..." Lavender drew their attention. "Given your intent to adopt her I see no reason to keep Isabella's illness a secret any longer if Mrs. Crawford does not." She gave him a nod and he explained. "Yesterday, Isabella was told by some of the older boys that the attack the night before resulted in a death. She became physically ill at the news and we confined her to her room as a precaution. A nurse visited her and said she suffered a mental breakdown because of stress. I think it would be best if we could have her reevaluated before we make any final move on the adoption."

Mental breakdown? Sahdee blinked at the realization. She never meant to kill anyone. She didn't know what she was doing. Now, she killed someone and feels guilty.

"Yes, as I've stated before, we need to do what's best for Isabella." Mrs. Crawford's words pulled Sahdee from her thoughts.

"Of course. I wouldn't want to take her away if it would be detrimental to her health."

"Alright then. Since we're in agreement, I'll give the hospital a call and we'll see what we can work out." Lavender picked up the telephone on his desk and dialed the number using his magic.

"Hi Nurse Tape, it's Lavender Blossom over at Lavender Fields. I'm going to put you on speaker, I have some others." With a push of a button a new woman's voice filled the room.

"Is this about Isabella? Is she alright?"

"It is about Isabella, but she seems fine today." Jeanette answered.

"She had a light breakfast of buttered toast, and then a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch a few hours ago. She hasn't had any trouble keeping food down and she's said she feels fine. I've kept her in her room most of the day."

"Wait, Nurse Tape? Phoebe Tape? " Sahdee interjected as pieces fell into place in her mind.

"Yes, that's me." The voice from the phone answered back. "Who is that?"

"It's Sahdee. I knew your parents, and I met you when you were a little girl."

"Empress Sahdee?! What are you doing there?!" Nurse Tape's shock was evident even through the phone.

"I'm here to adopt Isabella."

"I... Um... Wow. That's not what I expected..."

"Let's get back to the topic at hand: Isabella's health." Jeanette corrected the course of the conversation.

"Right. Well, if she's keeping food down and isn't having any other symptoms I'd say she's recovering well. As for adoption, I think it's a great idea. Her main stressors were the attacks here so getting away from Amethyst, especially to a place as secure as the palace would do her some good. Of course, it's possible that having to move could cause her more stress and cause issues, but it's not as if there aren't any hospitals in Côte. We can transfer her records there easily enough."

"So, there's no medical reason she could not be adopted?" Jeanette asked.

"Correct."

"Alright then, thank you for your time Phoebe." Lavender lit his horn and began to pick up papers from his desk.

"No problem. And congratulate Isabella for me!" The parties said their farewells and the call ended.

"You knew her?" Jeanette asked.

"Yes, I fought alongside her father and uncle against the Orangered for Light only knows how long. I met her mother a few times, and I met her once. But that was a long time ago. I had no idea she had moved up here. "

"Well, that's nice and all but we keep getting distracted, and I'm sure Isabella's getting bored sitting all on her lonesome." Lavender trotted towards the door. "I think it's time we ask Isabella what she thinks about this."

Sahdee pushed the door open to reveal Isabella still sitting in the chair as she had been instructed, swinging her legs back and forth in her boredom. She hopped out of her chair and smiled when she saw Sahdee.

"You're back!" This time Sahdee did not feel the vampire's magic lash out at her.

"I told you I'd come back." Sahdee smiled back at the girl who stood before her. Isabella's view shifted from Sahdee to Lavender and Mrs. Crawford standing beside her.

"How come everyone's here?" Isabella asked. Sahdee could sense the trepidation in the small girl's voice.

"Nothing bad, I promise." Sahdee knelt to be on eye level with Isabella. "Can I ask you another question Isabella?"

"Yes ma'am."

"How would you like to come live with me?"

"Wh- what?" Isabella's eyes widened at the question.

"How would you like to come live with me in Côte d'Azur?"

"Really? You mean it?" A smile tugged at Isabella's mouth as the realization set in.

"Yes, I do." No sooner had she said the words when she felt small arms wrap around her. She returned the girl's embrace. Sahdee heard a sniffle behind her and turned her head to see Lavender wiping his eyes with his hoof.

"I'm sorry. I always get emotional at this part." Mrs. Crawford gave him a reassuring pat on the back as Isabella giggled. She removed her arms from around Sahdee and walked up to hug Lavender.

"Thank you, Lavender." Isabella whispered to the unicorn.

"Think nothing of it sweetie." He took a moment to compose himself before setting the group back on track. "Now, how about you and I go pack up your things so you can go home with Ms. Sahdee?"

"Ok."

"While they do that you and I can finalize the paperwork." Mrs. Crawford drew Sahdee's attention.

"If there's one thing I understand, it's paperwork." Sahdee joked.

"Izzy! Where'd you go?" Isabella's heart fell the moment she heard Katie's voice. "You were gone for forever." Katie whined.

"Isabella why don't you tell Katie the good news?" Lavender smiled at the pair. While Isabella found herself at a loss for words.

"What good news?" Katie gave the pair a quizzical look. Isabella's heart pounded in her chest as Lavender nudged her forward.

"I... I'm getting adopted..."

"WHAT?!" Katie shrieked as her mouth fell open. Isabella looked away from her friend, unable to meet her gaze.

"Isn't that great news?" Lavender smiled. "Can you help us get her stuff packed up?" Even the talkative Katie was dumbfounded by the news. Her body went into autopilot as the trio packed Isabella's clothes into a suitcase. No one said a word.

"Alright, let's get started." Mrs. Crawford sat down at Lavender's desk as she pulled Isabella's file out. "Child's name: Isabella Jane Doe."

"I wanted to ask about that." Sahdee interrupted.

"Yeah, that's not her birth name." Jeanette explained. "She doesn't remember her real name and I had to put something in the system so I went with Jane Doe. Seemed fitting enough." Jeanette sighed and shook her head. "I've got to be honest with you your Majesty. This is the strangest case I've ever worked."

"In what ways?"

"Where do I start? First off, the girl doesn't seem to have any memory of who she is other than a first name. She isn't injured or sick, so there's no reason for her not to remember any of that basic information. She can read, write, and do simple arithmetic, but she can't remember her name, her parents' names, or where she lives. Then there's the fact that no one in Nordwälder knows anything about her. I called every elementary school in western Nordwälder asking if any of them had an albino girl named Isabella. None of them knew anything about her. I went through Crimson records, Emerald records, Periwinkle records, even Orangered records and found nothing. It's like this girl fell out of the sky!" Jeanette paused and noticed the perplexed look on Sahdee's face. "Forgive me for venting your Majesty. It's just been frustrating to have so little to work from."

"It's alright. Everyone deserves to vent every occasionally. Let's just continue with the paper work, shall we?"

"Before we continue, I have a question I need an answer to." Jeanette locked eyes with Sahdee. "Why do you want to adopt Isabella?"

"Like I told Lavender, she's from Nordwälder. I feel a degree of responsibility for her."

"Feeling responsible for someone and adopting a child are a few leagues apart. This isn't something to be taken lightly your Majesty. You're going to be responsible for this girl for the rest of your lives. That's a big commitment and if your only reasoning is feeling responsible for her then I won't let this go any further."

"I don't really know." Sahdee confessed. "I felt a connection with her from the moment I saw her. Her being from Nordwälder might have something to do with that but I do care about her as a person. I understand your hesitation with what seems like a rash decision but I've already thought a good bit of this through. I can convert one of the Palace's guest suites to be a child's bedroom. There's a school not far from the Palace I can send her to. I'll spend what time I can with her but there's always the staff to keep an eye on her. I am willing to make this work."

"Very well." Jeanette nodded, satisfied by the answer. "I know it won't be easy but I can tell you're a good person. If you're willing to try I believe Isabella will be too. I think you two could be good for each other."

"Alright, I think that's everything." Lavender observed the single suitcase packed full with Isabella's belongings. "Ready to go Isabella?" Lavender smiled at the Isabella, but her sad gaze flickered to the silent Katie sulking by the bed. "Oh." His smile vanished in an instant. "I understand. Take as much time as you need. I'll be waiting in the lobby." He picked up her bag in his magic and trotted out of the room, closing the door behind them to give the girls some privacy.

"Katie..." Izzy walked towards her friend who would not meet her eyes. She reached out to touch Katie only to feel a sharp sting as Katie slapped her hand away.

"Don't touch me!" Katie exploded as hot tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Katie?" Isabella held her hurt hand, but had otherwise been stunned into non-motion.

"How is this fair?! You've been here a month and you get adopted? I've been here two years and no one will even give me a second look! What makes you so special?" She collapsed onto the bed as sobs wracked her body. "How come no one wants me?" Her voice was a whisper and only just audible to Isabella.

"Katie..." Despite Katie's outburst, Isabella tried to offer her friend some comfort. Only to have Katie recoil from her touch.

"Leave me alone! Just go! Go be happy! I don't want you, and I don't need you! I got along just fine before you got here and I'll be fine without you! Get out of here!" Katie unleashed her fury at a crumbling Isabella.

"You... You don't like me anymore...? Just cause I got adopted?" Izzy fought back tears, but felt the wetness spill from her eyes onto her cheeks. "But... But you're my best friend."

"I told you I did fine without you before. Now leave me alone!"

"Fine! Be that way!" Isabella shouted back as she turned to leave before Katie fired off one last shot.

"I wish you never came here!"

The final blow shattered Isabella's crumbling resolve, as she fled the room sobbing.

Isabella emerged from the bathroom, wiping the last of her tears from her eyes. She turned down the hall, making her way toward the lobby. Her feet stopped, one final time, before the door with the bronze five emblazoned on it. Several conflicting thoughts fought for dominance in her mind: apologize, abandon, try to make up, yell more. Her eyes fell on the name-tags she and Katie had affixed to the door some time ago.

I wish you never came here!

The tears threatened to start all over again. Her hand shot forward and ripped the paper holding her name off the door. She balled it up, venting her fury on the slip of paper, before throwing it in a nearby trashcan. Unsatisfied, she turned back towards the door.

"I'm going home now!" Isabella shouted at the wooden barrier, and turned towards the lobby. With each step her fury bled away, leaving only sadness. She fought back tears as she walked away.

"Maybe I should check on them." Lavender fidgeted as the small group in the lobby waited for Isabella.

"Just give them some time." Jeanette assured him. "I know it can't be easy for either of them."

Sahdee fought her own impatient urges as she watched minutes tick by on her phone, masking her impatience with checking her email.

The sound of a door opening drew the attention of the group as Isabella sulked into the room with her head down.

"Are you alright dear?" Lavender was the first to approach her. Isabella sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

"I'm fine. Ready to go." She muttered.

"Where's Katie?" Lavender asked. "I thought she'd want to see you off."

"We already said goodbye." Isabella deflected the question as soon as it was asked. The adults noticed her bloodshot, puffy eyes and did not push further.

"Well, some other people wanted to say goodbye too." Lavender lifted her chin with his hoof to cast her eyes on the faces of her smiling friends as they ran to greet her.

"See ya kid." Eve was the first of the group to reach her and wrapped her arms around Izzy in a warm hug. "Take care of yourself out there."

"Au revoir mon amie." Fleur smiled at her and draped an arm over Izzy's shoulder.

"So long Izzy!" Shelly draped an arm across Izzy's other shoulder so that all three girls surrounded her. "Don't forget to write us." She paused as she pondered something then spoke up. "Then again, none of us can read your writing." She giggled.

"Bye Izzy. Look after yourself." Adam came up behind his sister and patted Izzy on the back.

"So long Izzy. We'll miss you." Bobby came up next with Kenji beside him who nodded in agreement.

"Bye guys." For Isabella, the tears started anew. "I'll miss you too. All of you." She gave a tearful smile as Lavender approached her.

"Goodbye Isabella. It was a pleasure having you here." She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. When she broke the embrace, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

"I'll miss you Lavender." She wiped at her eyes again.

"Now don't you worry about little old me." Lavender teased. "I've got all these rascals to keep me busy." The group laughed and stepped away from Izzy, giving her a clear line to Mrs. Crawford and Sahdee.

"You're not rid of me just yet." Mrs. Crawford winked at her. "I'll be stopping by to visit you at the Palace every so often." Despite this she still picked the girl up and hugged her. "But, I am happy you've found a new home."

"Thanks Mrs. Crawford. For everything."

"It's my job kiddo." Mrs. Crawford set Isabella down on the ground. She turned to Sahdee.

"Ready to go Isabella?" She cast one last glance back at her gathered friends. She felt a pang of sadness and pain as she noticed the one missing face.

"Yes ma'am." Sahdee picked up her suitcase and held open the door for her to leave. Behind her a chorus of goodbyes flowed out the door to send her off. Izzy turned and waved a final goodbye before following Sahdee to her car.

"Pop the trunk." Sahdee called as she approached the car. The trunk opened with a thunk and Sahdee placed Isabella's bag into the trunk.

"Uh..." Her driver stared at the little girl following close on Sahdee's heels.

"This is Isabella. She's coming to live with me."

"Hi."

"Yes ma'am." The driver offered no argument as he returned to his seat.

"Let's go home Isabella."

The car drove through the countryside in the setting sunlight. In the backseat sat a woman and a little girl. The girl stared out the window at the scenes that rolled before her, her cheek resting in her hand. The woman sat reading a book.

Sahdee watched Isabella out of the corner of her eye as the girl stared off at the scenery with an absent look on her face. She closed her book and pulled her phone out. She downloaded the first game she found online and passed it to Isabella.

"Would you like to play a game?"

"How do you play?" Isabella gave the phone a curious look as she started to tap at the screen.

"I... Have no idea." Sahdee confessed. "You looked bored. So, I just thought you might like to play a game or something."

"Oh. Thank you." Isabella returned her attention to the phone as she began arranging objects by shape and color. As she did the objects would disappear and reward her with points. While Isabella played her new game, Sahdee reached towards the car's radio and turned it on. A pop song started to drift through car's speakers. Sahdee considered turning the station to something else; until she heard Isabella start to hum along with the song. After a moment, she started to bob her head in time with the music as well.

"Do you like this song Isabella?" Sahdee asked as a smile crept onto her face as she watched the entranced six-year-old.

"Mmhmm." Isabella nodded without ever taking her eyes off the phone's screen.

Satisfied that Isabella was entertained, at least for a little while, Sahdee returned to her book as the car continued to roll along.

July 3, 76 AF
The Sapphire Palace, Côte d'Azur

"Your Majesty? We're almost back." The driver spoke up from the front, pulling Sahdee's attention from her book. She reached up and turned the car's interior light off.

Without the distraction of her book she noticed a strange weight on her thigh. Moving her book aside, she found Isabella fast asleep, with her head resting on Sahdee's lap. She could see the slight movement of Isabella's eyes beneath her eyelids. She spotted her phone lying discarded on the floor, and made slow, calculated movements to retrieve it. The time showed 12:49 AM.

Vampire or not, I guess she is still a child. Sahdee mused as she watched the sleeping vampire.

The car came to a stop in the garage, and various staff approached it. Sahdee unfastened Isabella's seat belt for her and undid her own. She gave Isabella a gentle shake to try and wake her, but the only response Sahdee generated was Isabella adjusting her head on Sahdee's lap.

"Do you um... need some help with her your Majesty?"

Sahdee watched the sleeping vampire for a moment, analyzing her situation. It was possible this was all some elaborate ruse and the vampire would attack anyone who tried to pick her up; or, it could just be a little girl who fell asleep on a long car ride.

Occam's Razor don't fail me now.

"No. I've got her." Sahdee remarked and started to pick Isabella up. The more intense movement managed to disturb the girl's sleep, and she whined something incoherent before opening her eyes.

"M'away... awake... I'm awake." She opened her bleary eyes as Sahdee let her go and sat up on her own.

"We're here Isabella. Let's get you into a real bed." Sahdee stepped out of the car, and Isabella climbed out behind her. The girl yawned and rubbed at her eyes. When she opened both, she found herself surrounded by strangers; all of whom were staring at her. She slid closer to Sahdee, trying to hide behind her.

"Does she need food ma'am?" One of the staff asked. "It's late, but we could get the kitchen to whip something up for her."

"I don't think so, we stopped at a drive-through on the way back. Not the best dinner, but what can you do?" Sahdee looked down to Isabella. "Are you hungry?"

"No ma'am. Just sleepy." Isabella shook her head and yawned.

"Thank goodness, you're back Your Majesty." A man with white hair interrupted the meeting in the garage. "While you may take a day off, the nation does not. You've got a dozen new reports and..." He trailed off as he spotted Isabella. "What is that?" He deadpanned.

"This, Mr. Marshall, is Isabella. I adopted her today." Sahdee took Isabella by the hand and marched out of the garage. "Now, if you'll excuse us, I'm going to take her to bed. Anything else can wait."

"Of course, your Majesty, forgive me."

Sahdee offered no reply and led Isabella into the palace proper, passing through ornate halls until they entered a spacious bedroom.

"I'll let you pick any of the guest suites you'd like to be your room tomorrow, and we'll get it fixed up for you. But, for now it's well past your bedtime. So, get ready for bed." Sahdee looked around for a moment and came to a realization. "And I left your bag in the car." Isabella giggled at Sahdee's deadpan delivery. A knock on the door revealed one of the staff carrying the bag.

"You forgot this in the car your Majesty."

"Yes, thank you very much." She took the suitcase from the man and placed it on the bed and opened it. "Alright, don't get too much, just your pajamas, toothbrush, toothpaste, and something to wear tomorrow. We'll unpack the rest when we've got you a room."

"Ok." Isabella grabbed her nightgown and some toiletries before she slipped off to the attached bathroom. She emerged a few minutes later changed and carrying her old clothes. "Um... What should I do with these?"

"Just put them next to your bag. We'll deal with those in the morning too." Isabella followed Sahdee's instructions and placed the small pile of clothes next to her bag then walked to the bed.

"Hop in kiddo." Sahdee pulled the covers back as Isabella climbed in. Sahdee pulled the covers back over her, tucking her in. "Goodnight Isabella."

"Goodnight Ms. Sahdee." Sahdee turned to leave the room, but before she turned off the light Isabella spoke up again. "Um... Ms. Sahdee?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you... For adopting me."

"You're welcome dear."

June 30, 76 AF
Amethyst City, Amethyst Cove

It was all too easy.

A sob story to get their attention, lead them somewhere secluded, and strike.

She watched from her hiding spot as the man scrambled around in the darkness searching for her. He turned his back to her and she crept forward. She jumped straight up, grabbing his shoulders and hauling herself up. In one swift motion, she plunged her fangs into his neck.

"Bleh!" She spat the blood out as soon as she tasted it. "Bad blood..." She muttered as the man fell beneath her. Recognizing a lost cause, the girl stood and fled the scene. As she ran, she failed to notice the blood still flowing from the twin puncture wounds on the man's neck

July 1, 76 AF
The Sapphire Palace, Côte d'Azur

"Your Majesty?" Sahdee looked up from her reports to find her chief of staff, Charles Marshall, staring back at her. "There was another attack in Amethyst Cove last night. They found the body just a short while ago."

"Wait, 'they found the body'? So, the victim is..."

"Dead, yes ma'am."

"If I'm not mistaken this is the first death."

"It is your Majesty."

Sahdee swore under her breath and sighed.

"Mr. Marshall, clear my schedule for tomorrow. I'm going to Amethyst Cove to investigate this matter myself."

Amethyst City

"Hey, did you guys hear?" Kenji and Bobby approached the girls as they played a board game.

"Hear what?" Katie spoke up first as Izzy focused on the game, trying to calculate the roll she needed to land on the space she wanted.

"I heard from one of the older boys that there was another attack last night." Izzy's ears perked up at Kenji's words.

"There's an attack almost every night." Katie's voice wavered in pitch as she looked down at the floor.

"This time it's different though!" Bobby almost bounced with anticipation.

"The guy that got attacked last night died!" Kenji blurted out.

"D-died?" Isabella's voice caught in her throat. Her heartbeat quickened. Her breathing became shallow and hyper. Blackness crept into the edges of her vision. A few coughs forced their way out of her throat. She felt something more coming up, and scrambled to her feet. As she ran, she lost her footing and stumbled. With one hand glued to her mouth, her other hand pressed into the ground for added stability, and prevented her from falling.

"Izzy?" Katie's voice was laced with worry as she stood up to follow her friend.

Isabella charged into the bathroom, pushing the door open with her shoulder. She plastered herself to the toilet and lost her breakfast in a matter of seconds. The last thing she heard was Katie's voice as she screamed for Lavender. Her senses were overwhelmed by the acidic taste in her mouth, her eyes screwed shut, and those few words that echoed in her mind.

The guy that got attacked last night died!

Tears streamed down her face as she continued to retch into the bowl.

The guy that got attacked last night died!

She continued to heave even though her stomach had nothing left to purge.

The guy that got attacked last night died!

The words echoed in her mind, again and again. A knock at the door distracted her for a brief second.

"Isabella?" Lavender's voice came from the other side of the door. "Sweetheart, are you alright?"

The only response she could give was another series of dry heaves.

"I'm coming in, ok?" Lavender paused a moment before he opened the door. Isabella heard his hoofsteps approach her. She could not open her eyes as she continued to purge the nonexistent contents of her stomach.

"Oh, you poor thing." She felt Lavender's hoof rub her back as she gave another heave. Her breath came in short, staggered gasps. She felt tears on her cheeks. After a few more heaves, she felt her body return to some semblance of normalcy as she rested against the cold porcelain.

"You ok now?" Lavender asked her. Isabella managed a small nod. "Alright, first let's get you cleaned up." He tore some toilet paper off the roll with his magic and wiped the sick from around her mouth, then tossed the soiled paper in the toilet. He repeated the process twice more, wiping her nose and her eyes for her. "Now, let's get you into bed." She felt a strange tingling sensation across her body as Lavender wrapped her in his magic and levitated her onto his back. The feeling of weightlessness did nothing good for her already upset stomach. However, she had nothing left in her stomach to throw up. "Hold on tight." Isabella wrapped her arms around his neck, and once she was secure he set off at a slow, gentle trot towards her room.

The guy that got attacked last night died! continued to echo in her head.

"Isabella?" A gentle voice combined with a few small shakes pulled Isabella from her dreamless sleep. Her bleary eyes opened to reveal a lady with pink hair looking back at her.

"Nurse Tape?" Isabella's question cracked out of her dry throat.

"So, you do remember me." Nurse Tape said with a smile. "I heard you got sick this morning." Her smile dissipated with the statement.

"Mmhmm." Isabella nodded as Nurse Tape pressed her hand to Izzy's forehead.

"Izzy?" Katie appeared next to Nurse Tape with a look of worry on her face.

"Hi Katie." Isabella croaked a greeting to her friend.

"She didn't want to leave you alone." Nurse Tape explained. "Even though Lavender was here until I got here."

"Thanks Kay."

"No problem Iz."

"Well?" Lavender stood waiting for Nurse Tape as she closed the door behind her.

"Physically she's fine. She doesn't have a fever or any other physical symptoms. It could be something she ate, but then you'd probably have more than one sick kid on your hands. Or hooves, as it were..." Phoebe cast a glance at the closed door behind her. "What was she doing before she got sick?" She asked, turning back to Lavender.

"She and Katie were playing a game. Then, two of the boys came in and told them about the attack last night. Isabella got sick at the news."

"Uh-huh." The gears in Nurse Tape's head began to turn. "Has she been under a lot of stress lately?"

"A few days ago, we told her that she had officially been declared a ward of the state. She was, naturally, upset at the news."

"I see." Nurse Tape sighed. "I think she suffered a mental breakdown. The stress of being told she was an orphan, the stress of the attacks, the news someone died; that's a lot for a six-year-old to take in. Factor in everything else that's happened to her in the last two months, and it's a miracle it took her this long to crack."

"What do you recommend?" Lavender asked.

"Well, a lot of kids are tougher than we give them credit for. I think she falls onto that list. Let her rest for a few days and see how she feels. If she's still having trouble, or gets worse, bring her to the hospital and we can do more for her there. But, I think a few days’ bed rest, with no more stressors, should do her some good."

"Alright girls, time for bed." Lavender pushed open the door to find Isabella already laying in her bed and Katie sitting in the floor as the two talked.

"Aww. Do we have to? It's Summer break!" A somewhat dejected Katie whined.

"Yes, you do. You're both growing girls, and Isabella needs her rest after the day she's had."

"Fine." Katie mumbled and climbed the ladder to get into her bunk. Isabella rolled over onto her back.

"Goodnight girls." Lavender called as he closed the door.

"Goodnight Lavender." The pair called back in unison.

Isabella rolled over. She closed her eyes, only to open them again a few seconds later.

Hungry

She felt the all too familiar hunger within her, pushing her to seek sustenance.

For the first time, she resisted.

"Katie?" She asked into the darkness around her.

"Yeah?" Katie responded as soon as the question left Isabella's lips.

"Can I... Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Sure Izzy." She was about to get up when she heard Katie climbing down to her bunk. "So, you don't have to get up." Izzy slid over as Katie crawled into the bed.

"Thanks Katie."

"No problem Izzy." Katie wrapped her arms around Isabella's waist. Izzy smiled and returned her friend's embrace.

"Goodnight Iz."

"Goodnight Kay."

July 2, 76 AF
Amethyst City

"I'm sure she's fine Jeanette." Lavender stated with less conviction than he had intended.

"I'm just worried. She goes from just fine to puking her guts out in under an hour. That's not good." The pair made their way through the darkened hallways of Lavender Fields. Their voices low so as not to disturb the sleeping children. "It doesn't help that I was too busy yesterday to visit." She confessed.

"The nurse said she wasn't sick. She had a mental breakdown."

"Looking out for her mental health is just another part of my job." They paused outside the girls' room before Lavender opened the door with his magic.

In the dim, predawn light creeping in through the room's lone window they found the two girls in the same bed together; each one fast asleep in the others' arms.

"Well, isn't that the most precious thing you ever saw?" Lavender had a large grin on his face as he observed the sleeping children. Isabella stirred at the sudden noise, giving a small yawn before snuggling closer to Katie.

"Alright. Let's let them sleep." Jeanette suggested and closed the door behind them.

"I'll have the other children keep an eye out for them. Tell them to let me know when they're up. Then, I'll encourage them to stay in their room today so Isabella can get some more rest."

"That sounds fine."

A black car with tinted windows stopped in front of the Amethyst City Police Department. One of the rear doors opened and Empress Sahdee stepped out.

"Your Majesty." The woman greeted the Empress with a bow. "My name is Elaine Walker, I'm a detective with the ACPD. I'm in charge of investigating these attacks."

"Well detective, what can you tell me?" Sahdee asked as the pair walked into the building.

"The attacks have been occurring on an almost nightly basis since May 23. In forty days, there have been twenty-nine attacks. With the last attack occurring on the night of June 30 or the morning of July 1."

"And that is the attack that resulted in the death?"

"Correct."

"If there have been that many attacks surely someone must have seen something." Sahdee suggested.

"Not a single victim is able to remember anything about their attack or the attacker. They all come to sometime later, or get found by someone else. They're drained of some blood, but otherwise they're fine. None of their belongings are missing so robbery is out. We can't find a motivation."

"Drained of blood?"

"Yes, ma'am. We haven't let that slip out much."

"So, then this is, what, a vampire?"

"DNA we've collected at the scenes comes back as something eerily close to human, but still not a perfect match."

"Light above." Sahdee closed her eyes. That's the dark magic I've been sensing.

"We've never seen anything like this before." Detective Walker explained. "We don't want to release too much information because it could start a panic. But by not releasing enough information people are still starting to panic and lose confidence in the police and the local government. But the information we have isn't enough to even give us a lead. How can you solve a crime when you don't even know what species the perpetrator is? If it really is a vampire how can we stop it? Tell people to start carrying garlic and wooden stakes?" She ran her fingers through her dark hair and sighed.

"Do you have the body here?" Sahdee asked. "The person who died in the attack."

"Yes, your Majesty. The autopsy was just completed."

"I would like to see it."

"Are you certain?" The detective cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Yes, I'm certain."

"Of course, ma'am. Please come with me."

The coroner pulled the sheet back to reveal the pale face of a man.

"Name: Douglas Jones. Age: 34. Cause of death: blood loss." The coroner read off the information from his chart.

"Why did this man lose enough blood to kill him, but the others did not?" Sahdee asked.

"He's a hemophiliac. When he was bitten the wound never clotted. They found him dead in a pool of his own blood."

"Then what about the others?" Sahdee continued her line of questioning. "I'd imagine having two holes in your neck isn't good for anyone. Especially if a vampire's drinking that blood and then leaves you for dead. He's a hemophiliac so he couldn't clot, but why would the others be fine after losing blood to the vampire then being left bleeding?"

"The other victims' wounds all clotted incredibly fast. Other than the small scabs from the bite marks there was no external blood to be found. Our analysis of their wounds showed foreign particles, possibly saliva, that aided their body's own clotting abilities. I believe it came from the vampire. A way to preserve a single victim for future use. Feed, wait for a while for their body to replace the lost blood, then go back to them. But it's just a theory."

"It makes sense. Has anyone ever been attacked twice?"

"No ma'am. Of course, that could be because after they're attacked they pay attention to the curfew. So far no one has been attacked in their home. They were all outside."

"May I have a moment alone with the body?" Sahdee asked. The detective and coroner gave her odd looks but acquiesced to her request.

She closed her eyes and touched the body. The icy needles of dark magic began to pierce her skin. I've felt dark magic before but never anything like this. This is natural magic, not something that can be learned. But it's wild, uncontrolled, almost bestial. It's not refined. Whatever is doing this does not understand its true powers. It is a learner, someone who was born with this power, but does not understand it. This is not the work of a monster. At least, not yet. She continued to probe at the aura of darkness on the body. All magic has a distinctive signature. Dark magic especially so. Those properly attuned to this world's magic can track the source. From Côte I couldn't get a good fix on it. But right here... She began to weave her own magic into the lingering darkness feeling it out. Gotcha. She could feel the source of the magic now, like an iceberg in the sea.

"Your Majesty?" Detective Walker's voice snapped her out of her trance.

"Yes?"

"Just checking in. You've been in here for ten minutes..."

"Forgive me. I was lost in thought." Sahdee walked towards her and the exit. "I should be going detective. But I wish you luck in your search for the culprit."

"Thank you your Majesty."

"This is the place." Sahdee announced as they closed in on the source of the power. The driver turned into the building's parking lot as Sahdee looked at the sign. Lavender Fields Children's Home. An orphanage? "Wait here." Sahdee exited the car and made her way towards the building. While she could not pinpoint the source of the magic she was certain this was it. She opened the front door and a small bell rang.

"Welcome to Lavender Fields how may I- Empress Sahdee?!" A purple unicorn gave her a bewildered look before dropping into a bow. "Forgive me your Majesty. I had no idea you were coming." Sahdee could only blink as her mind went into overdrive concocting an excuse for her sudden appearance.

"Did my secretary not call you?" Sahdee bluffed. "I'm visiting orphanages around the kingdom to help raise morale." If the unicorn didn't believe her he did not show it, as a smile grew on his face.

"I'm sure the children would love to meet you your Majesty. My name is Lavender Blossom. This is my family's children's home. It was founded by my father about 40 years ago." The unicorn told the story of the orphanage as he led Sahdee deeper into the building.

Sahdee had met two dozen children of all ages and about as third as many caretakers; none of them was who she was looking for.

This doesn't make sense. I know the source of the magic is here. She cast a glance to the unicorn who was leading her back towards the building's lobby. Is he hiding something?

"And I've met everyone here? All of the children and caretakers?" She pressed the issue.

"Well..." Lavender's eyes fell to the floor. "There are two other little girls: Katie and Isabella. But Isabella hasn't been feeling well. I didn't think she'd be up for it."

"Don't you think they'd be upset if they found out all their friends got to meet the Empress but they didn't? If nothing else, I'd like to wish this Isabella well if she's having a hard time." Sahdee was grasping at straws and she knew it.

"Well... I did need to check on them. Let's see if they're up for a visit." Lavender conceded and led Sahdee into one of the residence halls. "We don't typically let visitors into the residential wings. We like to give the children some degree of privacy. But this isn't a typical visit." He laughed, but it was more nervous than happy. The pair paused before a wooden door with a bronze five on it. Also affixed to the door were two pieces of paper. One featured the word "Katie" with each letter written in alternating colors of pink and purple, the "i" dotted with a heart. The other held "Isabella" written in a neat cursive script in plain black marker.

Lavender's hoof knocked on the door bringing the voices of children within to a halt.

"Girls? You have a visitor. Are you feeling up to it?" He inquired.

"Izzy's still in her nightgown." One voice, belonging to Katie, Sahdee assumed, called back. Lavender gave Sahdee a quizzical look. She shrugged in response.

"That's fine dear." Lavender called back and opened the door. Sahdee followed him inside.

Her eyes fell on two girls, sitting on the floor playing a card game. They looked to be around five or six years old. One had blonde hair and big blue eyes. But Sahdee did not spare her more than a cursory glance. Her focus was on the girl whose skin was unnaturally pale. Despite being a young girl her long hair was as white as fresh snow. Her eyes were a deep red color.

It's her. Sahdee's mind blanked as she stared at this young girl. Her magic confirmed it. This girl's magic was the same that had been on the dead man.

"Girls, this is Empress Sahdee. She's the Empress of Chroma and Kingston." Lavender's voice only just registered in Sahdee's mind as she watched the little vampire stand to greet her. "This is Katie." He gestured to the blonde girl. "And Isabella." He pointed towards the vampire.

"A pleasure your Majesty." Isabella spoke first, curtsying with her nightgown. Her friend mimicked her move, performing a crude imitation of a curtsy and echoed her greeting.

How can this be? Sahdee's mind raced through her options. In all her wildest dreams the idea that the one behind these attacks could be so young had never entered her mind. She had expected something feral, a savage beast at worst. Yet before her stood a little girl with the darkest magic she had ever felt in her long life.

"How are you feeling today Isabella?" Lavender broke the silence with a question as Sahdee continued to contemplate her next move. "Have you had any more problems with your tummy?"

"I'm fine sir. No problems." She replied. Sahdee still found herself unable to formulate a response.

"Well, the Empress heard you weren't feeling well. She wanted to say she hopes you feel better." Lavender's words put her on the spot as the vampire turned to stare at her.

"Uh... Yes." Sahdee fumbled over her words. "I hope you feel better soon Isabella."

"Thank you, ma’am."

"Could you direct me towards the restroom?" Sahdee's voice was louder than she had intended as she turned to Lavender.

"Of course, your Majesty. It's down the hall on your right." Lavender motioned back out of the room. Sahdee thanked him and left the room. She made her way down the hall and entered the restroom shutting and locking the door behind her. She filled the sink basin with water and splashed some on her face then looked at the mirror.

What the fuck am I going to do?

She sighed and splashed more water on her face.

Ok. Think Sahdee think. I can't just walk in there and blast her. It'd traumatize that little girl, and I don't think I could convince people of what she is. I can't just leave her here, because she'll keep attacking people. I can't have the PBI kidnap her; that has the potential to backfire spectacularly. Plus, if she stays here and the Emeralds take over... Who knows what would happen if they figured out what she is? I can't call her out on it, because then I risk her running and losing her. Plus, who would believe me? I don't have many options here. Unless...

Sahdee's eyes widened as she began to ponder the only solution that seemed plausible.

When she exited the restroom, she found Lavender waiting a respectful distance away.

"Was there anything else you needed your Majesty?" He inquired.

"Could you tell me more about Isabella? I'm curious about her."

"Oh. Um... Yes ma'am. If you'll follow me back to my office, I'd be happy to answer your questions." She fell into a comfortable pace behind the unicorn as he led her out of the residence hall. Once they were inside his office he spoke again. "Now, what would you like to know?"

"How long has she been here?"

"A little over a month, give or take. If you'll give me a moment..." He lit his horn and opened a filing cabinet with his magic. He looked through a few manila folders before pulling one out with the name "Doe, Isabella Jane" written on its tab. "Yep. She came here on May 23."

The day the attacks began.

"Where is she from? Originally. How did she end up here?" The unicorn flinched at the question.

"For her privacy, I can't answer that question."

"Of course, please forgive me."

"I will tell you she's not from Amethyst. She's from Nordwälder."

"Then what about her... Appearance?"

"I had a feeling you'd ask about that." Lavender gave a nervous chuckle. "She's albino." Sahdee gave a nod in response.

"You mentioned she wasn't feeling well. She looked fine to me. What happened?"

"She got sick yesterday morning, lost her breakfast. I don't want to say more than that for her privacy."

"I understand. How does she interact with the other children? And the caretakers?"

"Well, she and Katie have become very close friends. She also spends a lot of time with Shelly and some of the other children like Bobby and Kenji." Lavender shuffled in place. "She's a sweet girl; she's polite, as you saw. Never gotten into any serious trouble." He trailed off and the two sat in silence as Lavender fidgeted in place while Sahdee appeared lost in thought. "Was there anything else your Majesty?"

"What if I wanted to adopt Isabella?"

June 28, 76 AF
Amethyst City, Amethyst Cove

"Isabella?" A feminine voice pulled her attention from Katie and the doll house they had been playing with. She turned her head to search for the source, and found Mrs. Crawford walking towards her.

"Hi Mrs. Crawford." Katie and Isabella greeted the woman at the same time.

"Hello girls. Katie, may I borrow Isabella for a few minutes? I need to speak with her." Isabella didn't like the all too serious tone of Mrs. Crawford's voice.

"Um... Sure." Katie's eyes darted between Mrs. Crawford and Isabella. When their eyes met, Izzy could see the gears turning in Katie's mind.

"Thank you. Please, come with me Isabella." Mrs. Crawford led Isabella from the play room and down the hall.

"What's going on?" Isabella couldn't help but ask.

"I'll explain in just a minute Isabella." Mrs. Crawford ushered her through the door into Lavender's office. The unicorn was waiting inside for them.

"Have a seat Isabella." Lavender gestured to the empty chair sitting in front of his desk. Isabella sat down, but the pit that had formed in her stomach was getting denser by the second.

"W-what's going on?" Isabella stuttered as Mrs. Crawford sat down next to her.

"I wish I had better news for you sweetheart." She felt Mrs. Crawford place a hand on her shoulder. Their eyes locked, and Isabella could not force her eyes away. "I've been doing everything I can to find your parents. I've been going through Periwinkle records, Crimson records, Nordwälder's records, I even got the Emerald's to give me access to their records. I can't find anything about you, or your family."

Isabella's throat tightened and her lower lip quivered, but Mrs. Crawford continued.

"I've made dozens of phone calls to Nordwälder, put ads in newspapers... Isabella I swear to you, I've done everything in my power to try to find your parents. But I can't find any trace of you, or them. No one has come forward to claim you as their daughter."

She felt Lavender place a hoof on her other shoulder. Mrs. Crawford took Isabella's hands in her own. She blinked away wetness at her eyes.

"Isabella, I'm sorry. We have no choice but to declare you a ward of the state."

A choked whimper forced its way from her throat.

"Please understand that if someone does contact me to tell me they're your parents I'll bring them here right away. But until then, there's not much more I can do for you. I'm so sorry Isabella."

Isabella sat in silence. She did not know for how long. It could have been seconds; it could have been years. The world fell away around her. Any time she tried to remember her parents' faces she could only manage to conjure shadowy figures that bore slight resemblance to a male and female form.

When the world in her mind completed its collapse her vision returned to the red-haired woman staring into her face and calling her name. Her body took over where her mind had left off, and let out a wail of anguish.

"Katie? Can you come with me please?" Mrs. Crawford entered the play room and marched straight up to Katie. Her expression was no longer as serious, it seemed more uncertain. Her eyes were red, puffy, and bloodshot.

"What's going on? Where's Izzy?" Katie got up and followed Mrs. Crawford out of the room. The woman remained silent during their walk as she led Katie to the girl's hall. She opened the door with a five on it and the sounds of a girl crying flowed out to meet them.

"Izzy?" Katie cut Mrs. Crawford off as she dashed into the room. She found her friend curled up in a ball on her bed, her knees pressed into her chest, and her arms wrapped around her legs. Because Izzy was turned towards the wall Katie could not see her face. But with each sob that pierced the air Isabella's body shook. "Izzy what's wrong?" Katie's arm made a tentative movement towards her friend then fell away. "What did you do to her?!" Katie turned on Mrs. Crawford but her anger could not last.

"Be here for her Katie. She needs a friend right now." Mrs. Crawford walked to Isabella and rubbed her back. "You can help her more than most others can I imagine."

"What happened?" Katie asked again.

"It's not my place to say. She may tell you in her own time. But, if she doesn't you need to respect that." Mrs. Crawford turned and left the room.

Isabella's eyes opened to reveal the eggshell white of the walls in her room. She brought her hands to her face and rubbed her eyes, yawning in the process.

How come I'm in bed?

The moment the thought crossed her mind the memories flooded back. Her breath hitched in her throat, her lower lip trembled, and her eyes squeezed shut. But she had no more tears.

"Izzy?" Katie's voice snapped her out of her funk. She rolled over to see Katie sitting at her desk with her chair turned around to look at Isabella; she had a fork in her hand and a plate of food sitting on her desk.

"We're not supposed to eat in here." Izzy warned.

"Lavender said it's ok tonight since you weren't feeling well." Katie responded by pointing at the plate sitting at Izzy's desk.

"Not hungry." Isabella mumbled.

"You missed lunch though."

"I said I'm not hungry!" Isabella snapped. She caught herself. "I'm sorry Katie."

"It's ok." Katie hesitated a moment before accepting the apology. She resumed eating in silence. Every so often she would steal a glance at Izzy who remained curled up on her bed. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Izzy maintained her silence for several minutes.

"I'm a orphan."

"Oh." Katie stood up and walked across the room to Isabella's bed. She sat down and placed a hand on Izzy's shoulder. "I'm sorry Izzy."

"My parents... My parents are..." Where? Still looking for me? Given up? D... De...

"You can't think like that Izzy. It's not good." Katie cut off her train of thought.

"No one's claimed me. And Mrs. Crawford can't find any record of me or my parents."

"Well, that's not so bad, is it?"

"How is it not so bad?! I'm an orphan!" Isabella sat up. For the first time, she felt something other than emptiness and sadness.

"I mean, that there's still hope. Your parents might still be out there looking for you. Not like... Well, you've got us. We all like you. And... and whether they wanna admit it or not everyone here knows what you're going through. We're all here for you." Katie wrapped her arms around Isabella. Izzy returned the hug and felt tears forming in her eyes.

"Thanks Katie. That's actually pretty smart of you."

"Well... Eve told me the same thing when I first got here..." Katie admitted. "It helped me out back then."

"Either way, thanks. You're the best friend a girl could ask for."

"Wait, what do you mean that was smart of me? I'm always smart!" Isabella managed a small giggle at Katie's sudden defensiveness.

"Whatever you say Katie."

Darkness filled the room. A sliver of moonlight broke through the curtains, revealing a pair of red eyes staring up at the bed above her. She listened as Katie rolled over for the forty sixth time that night. She turned to look at the clock. The red 12:27 stared back at her. She continued to wait. One thought dominated her mind:

Hungry.

Hunger gnawed at her insides. The emptiness in her overpowering all other sensations. Time slowed to a crawl. Katie rolled over again.

Patience was not her strong suit.

Isabella slid her blanket off, and rolled onto her side. Each movement she was made slow and calculated. She sat up, careful not to cause her bed to squeak, and reached under the bed, picking up her sandals. She was about to slip them on when a gasp from Katie sent her back into fake sleep.

Katie moved around above her. This was more than just the constant rolling over of tonight. Katie was awake.

Isabella lay in silence, pretending to be asleep, hoping that Katie would soon doze off again.

"Izzy?" No such luck.

"What?"

"I... I had a bad dream..."

"So? Just go back to sleep."

"But I can't!"

"Why not?"

"I... I just can't ok?"

"Well, what do you want me to do about it?"

"Can... Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"What?!" Isabella clapped a hand over her mouth to stop her shriek. They waited in silence, hoping none of the caretakers heard Isabella's outburst.

"Can I sleep with you? Just for tonight." Katie asked again once she felt that they were in the clear.

"No!" Izzy gave a harsh whisper, careful to watch her volume.

"Please? It's just for tonight." Katie wouldn't drop it.

Isabella closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. With any luck, Katie would take the hint and go back to sleep herself.

"Izzeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Katie resumed her whining when Isabella wouldn't respond.

"You're not going back to sleep, are you?"

"I told you I can't."

"And because you can't you won't let me?"

"Yep." Katie said so with so much sweetness Izzy could almost see the smile on her face through the bed. She suppressed a growl growing in the back of her throat.

"Fine." Izzy conceded. Katie was one of the least selfish people Izzy knew. But, even she could have her moments.

She had to have chosen tonight to have one.

"Yay!" Katie let out a little cheer as she climbed down the ladder on their bed. "Thanks Iz." Izzy moved closer to the wall as Katie climbed into her bed with her and pulled the covers up over the two of them.

"Don't mention it." Izzy deadpanned as she turned to face the wall, putting her back to Katie.

"Good night Izzy."

"Good night Katie."

It would not be a good night. Hunger continued to claw at her insides. Isabella knew sleep would not come to her tonight.

Warmth.

Not too much so as to be hot, but just enough to be comfortable.

That's what she felt as her mind shook off the sandman's dust, if only for a moment. But, there was something else too.

What smells like flowers?

Isabella opened her eyes to reveal Katie's sleeping face looking back at her from a few inches away. She felt an unfamiliar presence around her waist and realized it was Katie's arm. A more thorough investigation revealed that Isabella was reciprocating the gesture, her own arm draped across Katie's waist. In a different state of mind Izzy may have broken up this unplanned cuddle session. In her current state, she enjoyed it. Her eyes slid shut and sleep overtook her once more.

Movement in her bed woke Isabella up. Katie disentangled herself from Izzy's arms and climbed out of bed.

"Katie?" Izzy's groggy brain managed to produce a question.

"I gotta pee." Katie mumbled as she wandered out of the room. Isabella's eyes fell on the clock reading 7:43. She considered closing her eyes again, but a rumble in her stomach prevented her from doing so.

Isabella hauled herself out of bed and shed her nightgown in favor of shorts and a t-shirt. She left her room and made her way towards the cafeteria. When she arrived only a handful of the older kids remained; chatting over the remnants of their breakfast. She walked over to the kitchen counter where a smiling man watched her approach.

"Good morning Isabella. Glad to see you up and about today."

"Good morning Mr. Trabue." Isabella managed a smile. "I hope I'm not too late."

"Oh, don't you worry. I saved you some eggs and a few pieces of bacon just in case you felt up to breakfast this morning." The man explained as he prepared a plate for her. "What would you like to drink?"

"Orange juice please."

"Alright then." Mr. Trabue handed her a plate with some scrambled eggs and a few pieces of bacon on it.

"Thank you." She made her way to a nearby table and set her plate down. She returned to the counter to pick up her utensils and glass of juice before returning to her seat and beginning to eat. She looked up at the television every so often where a lady on the screen talked about the news and weather, but none of it was that interesting. Katie joined her a few minutes later with a bowl of cereal.

"Thanks for letting me sleep with you last night Iz. I slept great!" Katie's voice was a little too loud for Isabella's liking.

"Um... Sure. Don't mention it." Isabella felt a blush creeping onto her cheeks as she stole a glance at the kitchen where two of the older kids helped Mr. Trabue wash dishes. They seemed ignorant of the conversation.

"What do you wanna do after we eat breakfast?" Katie switched the topic. "We could play outside. I'm sure Shelly would play hide and seek with us. Or we could play a board game. Or a video game. Or we could color." Katie continued her listing of potential activities as Isabella munched on a piece or bacon waiting for a chance to speak up.

"Actually Kay, I think I wanna take a shower first. We'll see from there." Izzy cut off Katie's string of activities.

"Oh. Yeah, that's fine." Katie resumed eating. "I didn't wanna say anything but you are kinda stinky." She spoke up after a few seconds of silence.

"Katie!" Izzy blushed at Katie's blunt announcement.

"I'm just saying." Isabella shot the girl a glare before she finished her breakfast. She stood and returned her plate, glass, and utensils to the kitchen.

"Say, Isabella." Mr. Trabue spoke up as he took her dishes. "Could you and Katie help me out with wiping down the tables? I'll come by and spray 'em and you wipe 'em down for me, ok?"

"Yes sir." Isabella assented to his request.

"That's terrific. Go get some rags from the sink and we'll get started." He picked up a cleaning bottle and left the kitchen as Izzy collected the wet rags and returned to the cafeteria. Katie joined her a few minutes later and the pair helped Mr. Trabue clean up the tables. Once they had finished, Mr. Trabue thanked them and Izzy slipped off to get cleaned up.

"Oh! Isabella!" Mrs. Crawford caught sight of Isabella as she walked back to her room. "I'm so glad to see you up and about today." She smiled at the girl and felt compelled to hug her but fought the sensation down. "How are you feeling?"

"Ok I guess." Izzy shrugged.

"I'm sorry about yesterday." Mrs. Crawford's smile faltered. "I know it wasn't easy for you, but I thought it was best that you knew."

"Yeah..." Isabella's voice trailed off as her eyes looked from Mrs. Crawford's face to the floor.

"Are you doing alright?" Mrs. Crawford asked. She made a tentative movement towards Isabella to comfort her. Before she could do so, the door at the end of the hallway flew open and a herd of children rushed through.

"Izzy!" Katie led the pack up to the surprised girl. "I got everyone together so we can play hide and seek!" Mrs. Crawford took note of the faces in the crowd. She recognized Adam, Eve, Fleur, Steve, Shelly, Bobby, Kenji, and of course, Katie.

She got everyone but the younger kids and the teenagers. Jeanette realized.

"Sure guys. Sounds fun." The words took Mrs. Crawford by surprise as she turned to verify that it was Isabella who had said them. Even more surprising she found Isabella with a smile on her face. Before she could say anything else, Isabella had joined the throng of children now rushing outside. Jeanette felt her lips form into a smile as she watched the children set up their game.

"I wouldn't worry too much about Isabella." Lavender's voice took her by surprise. "She's made some good friends here. They'll look after each other."

"Yeah. Yeah they will."

"Please help me look for him! I don't know what else to do!" The little girl wailed as she stared up at him with tears in her eyes.

James Iverson sighed. A late-night argument with his wife had led him to go for a drive to clear his head. A few minutes into his drive, a little girl in a nightgown by the side of the road had flagged him down. She was frantic as she explained that she had let her dog out, only for him to bolt after a stray he had seen. Now, she was desperate to find her dog before he got hurt, or she got in trouble for losing him.

He, of course, knew about the nightly attacks. He knew about the curfew they had imposed to prevent the attacks. He knew he should take this girl home, dog or no dog. But something about the pathetic look on her face touched a soft spot in his heart.

"Ok. Hop in. He can't have gotten too far, so we'll look around for a few minutes. But, if we don't find him then I'm taking you back home. It's too late and you're too young to be out here by yourself."

"Thank you!" The girl ran towards his car and he opened the door for her before getting in himself. The pair drove in silence as the girl combed the streets in search of her dog. After a few minutes, James was about to call off the search. "Wait! I think I see him!" The girl fumbled with her seat belt as James stopped the car.

"Now, hold on a minute." He tried to stop the girl but she was already out the door and sprinting towards what looked to be an old warehouse before he could get a hold of her.

"He went this way!" The girl squeezed through the door that stood ajar and was out of sight before James was out of the car.

"Dammit." He muttered to himself. For a moment, he considered walking away but at this point he was too invested. If he walked away and something happened to the girl, he would never forgive himself. Ok. Get the girl, dog or not, and get her home. With a plan in his mind, he trudged after the girl. He could hear no sounds coming from inside the warehouse. He pushed the door open enough that he could slip through. The warehouse was shrouded in darkness. He could only see vague outlines of crates and boxes stacked on top of each other in the pale moonlight.

"Hello?" James called out into the darkness. "Little girl?" No answer. He placed a hand against the wall, feeling his way along as he searched for a light switch.

Something brushed against his leg causing him to jump. He turned around and backpedaled away from the sensation until he ran into a crate. He turned around again and fixed his eyes on the column of moonlight shining through the door. Fuck this and everything about it.

"I can taste your fear." A voice whispered in his ear.

Before he could react, twin lances of pain stabbed into his neck. His brain sent messages to his legs to start moving, and to his arms to try to fight off the attacker. None of them reached their destination as the world became clouded in darkness as his strength drained away.

June 30, 76 AF
The Sapphire Palace, Côte d'Azur

"Your Majesty?" One of her aides approached Empress Sahdee. "There was another attack in Amethyst Cove last night."

"What in the world is happening there?" Sahdee voiced her thoughts out loud. She closed her eyes and reached out with her magic for the umpteenth time. Once more, she could feel the slightest sensations of darkness; icy needles just beginning to press against her skin.

This may warrant personal investigation.

Amethyst City, Amethyst Cove
May 24, 76 AF.

"Girls? Time to wake up!" A knock on the door and the voice of one of the caretakers dragged Izzy into a hazy state that, on some planets, could be referred to as "awake". She opened her eyes and saw the red numbers on the clock proclaiming 6:03. She rolled over and closed her eyes again trying to fall back asleep. The sound of movement from above her prevented her from returning to that blissful state.

"C'mon Izzy. We gotta get ready for school." Katie shook Izzy to coerce her into getting out of bed. Izzy gave a groan and took a feeble swat at the source of her annoyance. The girl avoided Izzy’s hand and wandered over to the light switch, flipping it on and ruining her attempts at returning to sleep.

"Why would you do this to me?" Izzy muttered as she tossed the covers off herself and sat up in bed.

"Cause we hafta get ready for school. The bus comes by at 7 to pick us up." Katie was already in the process of getting dressed.

"I don't go to school remember?" Izzy reminded her of the conversation they'd had with Mrs. Crawford the day before.

"Oh. Yeah." Katie's face fell as she remembered that minor detail. "Well, you still wanna eat breakfast with me, right?"

"Sure Katie."

"Hey do the grown-ups seem like they're acting weird to you guys?" Katie's voice was just above a whisper as the children ate their breakfast.

"They're always acting weird, they're grown-ups." Bobby was the first to respond.

"She means weirder than normal." Shelly shot back at him.

"They do seem on edge." Fleur headed off what was sure to be escalate into another confrontation between the two. Izzy sat in silence, eating her cereal, as the other children discussed their caretakers' odd behavior.

"What about you Izzy? What do you think?" Izzy's head snapped up to eight sets of eyes looking at her.

"She just got here. What would she know?" Kenji preempted her response.

"I was just trying to give her a chance to get involved." Eve's voice was level as she gave a passive look to Kenji. "Voice her opinion."

"Well, they do seem to be glancing out the windows an awful lot." Izzy spoke up after observing the adults for a minute.

"You think something's going on outside?" Bobby asked to no one in particular.

"Or maybe something happened last night." Shelly added.

"Alright kids, the bus will be here in 10 minutes. Grab your backpacks and meet out front." One of the caretakers approached their table and coaxed them to finish their breakfast. Izzy slurped down the last of the milk in her bowl, then brought the empty bowl to the kitchen.

"Iz you wanna walk to the bus stop with me? I know you don't have to come to school but we can at least talk some." Katie offered as the pair returned to their room so Katie could grab her backpack. For a moment, Isabella considered climbing back into her bed. There was just something about the expectant look Katie was giving her made her tune out the little voice in her mind telling her to go back to sleep.

"Sure, um, Kay...?" Izzy gave the nickname a whirl and was rewarded with a toothy grin from Katie. Izzy joined the group of children leaving the building and heading out the front.

"Isabella what are you doing out here? You know you can't go to school." It was Lavender giving her a concerned look.

"I know sir. I was just hoping to talk to Katie while she waits on the bus."

"Oh. Well, I guess I don't see any problem with that. Just stay close to the group, ok?"

"I will sir." Izzy looked to Katie and found she wore a look of uncertainty rather than her usual smile. "What is it?" She kept her voice low so as not to draw Lavender's attention.

"Lavender never walks us to the bus stop. None of the caretakers do. They always just trust us to go." The bus stop proved to be the sidewalk in front of the building.

"No wonder they don't bother to walk you out here. It's thirty feet in front of the building." Izzy remarked, a bit louder than she had intended, causing Lavender to shoot her a look. Izzy took a step closer to Katie, hoping to spread his ire between the two of them. After a moment, Lavender nickered, shook his head, and turned away.

The pair stood outside and waited while Katie told Izzy about her kindergarten class, the kids in it, and her teacher. The conversation continued a few minutes before the pair fell silent.

"I'm surprised you're not asking me if I went to school." Izzy spoke her thoughts aloud to break the silence. Katie's smile dropped in an instant.

"Oh. Um. Well... Uh... It's kinda a thing here. You don't ask about people's lives before they got here." Katie explained as her eyes scanned a fascinating rock on the ground.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't know." Izzy felt a pit in her stomach as she apologized.

"No, no it's ok. It's not like you would have known." The sound of an approaching vehicle cut their conversation short as a school bus approached. "Well, that's my ride. I'll see you after school Izzy." Katie turned and skipped off for the bus.

Once all of the kids were on their buses, Isabella walked back to the building with Lavender by her side.

"So, what do you plan to do now Isabella?" Lavender asked, making polite conversation as they walked together.

"I guess I was planning on going back to sleep. Mrs. Crawford's not supposed to be here ‘till later."

"Well, we have to keep an eye on the younger children right now. I don't think it's a good idea for you to be in your room all by yourself with no one around…"

Isabella was not happy.

Dumb caretakers. Dumb babies. Dumb school.

Isabella buried her nose in the book she was reading, doing her best to tune out the sounds of the toddlers playing around her.

"Isabell?" One of the girls approached her holding a baby doll in one hand while she sucked on the thumb of the other. "You wanna play house with us?"

"No. I don't." Izzy snapped at the girl, shooting her a venomous glare. The girl backed down as soon as their eyes met. "And it's Iz-uh-bell-UH." She emphasized the final syllable. The girl scurried away as Isabella turned her attention back to her book.

Don't wanna play a dumb baby game with dumb babies.

"Good morning Isabella." She turned to see Mrs. Crawford standing with Lavender. "How are you this morning?"

"I'm ok I guess." Isabella got out of her chair and returned her book to its place on the shelf.

"She's a little grumpy this morning. I don't think she slept so well last night." Lavender tried to keep his voice low but Izzy heard him anyways.

"I'm not grumpy!" Isabella asserted as she crossed her arms over her chest with a huff. Earning a laugh from her elders.

"Well, I've got just the thing to cheer you up. You and I are going out shopping." Isabella smiled at the idea, if for no reason other than for getting away from the toddlers.

"I bet this was more fun than sitting around by yourself all day, huh? " Mrs. Crawford watched as Isabella enjoyed her ice cream cone. The pair had spent the morning buying Isabella new clothes, so she would have more than just two things to wear during her stay at Lavender Fields. Once she had some new apparel they had gone out for lunch. Afterwards, Mrs. Crawford bought them ice cream.

"Yep." Isabella chirped as she took a bite out of the waffle cone, getting a dollop of chocolate on her nose. Mrs. Crawford pulled out a napkin and wiped it off for her.

"So, are you getting along with the other children?" Mrs. Crawford inquired.

"Yeah. Katie and Shelly are nice. Some of the boys are weird though."

"Isabella one day you'll realize that all boys are weird." Jeanette joked and the two shared a laugh.

"So, what else do we need to do today?" Isabella gave her an expectant look.

"Well, most of the time I like to get girls a pretty dress to wear should the need arise. But I think the dress you already have is nicer than anything we could get here." She was, of course, referring to the dress Isabella had been wearing when she'd been found in the cave. "Where did you get it?" Isabella's body language stiffened at the question.

"I don't remember." She looked down at the ground and stopped eating her ice cream.

"Isabella please. Isn't there anything at all that you can remember that could bring us closer to finding your parents?" Mrs. Crawford placed a hand on her shoulder as she pleaded with the girl. "I enjoy spending time with you, and I'm sure the other children are happy to have someone new to play with. But, there is nothing in this world that would make me happier than to see you reunited with your parents."

"I-I'm sorry. I can't remember anything. I just remember that when the fighting started Mom took me to that cave and told me to stay 'till she got back." Isabella sniffled and wiped her eye. "I wish I could remember more." Mrs. Crawford gave a sigh but embraced the girl.

"It's alright Isabella. It just makes things a little harder is all." She pulled away from the hug. "I'm doing everything I can to try and find them. It's just going to take longer." Isabella nodded and muttered something resembling an affirmation. Jeanette checked her watch. "Well, the other kids should be getting back soon. It's the second to last day of school so it's only a half day. Why don't we get you back to your new friends?" Isabella managed a smile small and assented to the suggestion.

"Izzy!" Katie's voice was the first thing to greet her as she passed through the doors to the backyard play area of Lavender Fields. "Look out Bobby's it!" Izzy needed no reminder as to just what that meant as she saw the boy running in her direction. Her legs started moving on instinct as she sprinted away from the boy trying to chase her down. She had enough of a lead on him that she managed to evade him for a minute, until her breathing became heavier and her legs grew tired. Bobby had no such problems, and continued to close the gap. He chose to ignore all other potential targets in favor of chasing down Izzy.

"Tag! You're IT!" Bobby shouted as he gave Izzy a forceful shove. She tumbled to the ground with a shout, going down hard on her left knee.

"Owwwwwwww!" Izzy let out a cry of pain as her attacker stood victorious over her.

"Bobby! You jerk!" Shelly was yelling from across the yard. "Why would you push her like that?!"

"It was an accident! I didn't mean to push her down."

"Yes, you did! You even singled her out!"

"Hey it's not his fault she can't keep her balance!" Izzy tuned out the growing argument as she sat up and wrapped her hands around her aching knee.

"Let me see." A new voice spoke up, closer this time, and Izzy opened her eyes to see Eve kneeling next to her. She removed her hands to reveal a gash and blood on her knee. "Katie!" Eve called out. The sound of approaching footsteps alerted Izzy to Katie's arrival. "Take her to see Lavender so she can get a bandage." She stood up and stuck a hand out to help Izzy up. "Come on kid, you're alright." Izzy took the hand and got back to her feet. She turned to see Katie staring off at the expanding argument between Shelly, Bobby, and Kenji with Adam now approaching to intervene. "Don't worry about them Katie we'll get 'em sorted out. Just take Izzy to Lavender ok?"

"Ok. C'mon Iz." Katie's voice was quieter than normal and lacked its contagious happiness. Katie took the lead as she walked Izzy back into the building. Izzy sniffled and rubbed at her eye, holding back tears as waves of pain rolled up from her bleeding knee. Before she knew it, she heard a knock and realized they had arrived.

"Yes? What is it?" Lavender's voice called out from behind the door.

"We need a bandage. Izzy scraped her knee playing tag." The doorknob was enveloped in a glowing purple field, then turned, and the door opened.

"How'd you do that Isabella?" Lavender was pulling a white box with a red cross on it from out of his desk as the duo walked in.

"She tripped while we were playing." Katie answered before Izzy could say anything.

"You did?" Lavender asked as he approached the girl with the bloody knee.

"No I didn't!" Izzy shot a glare at Katie. "Bobby pushed me down while we were playin and I hurt my knee."

"He did did he?" Izzy nodded in response. "Well, he should know better than to do something like that. He's much bigger than you. I'll have a talk with him about this, don't you worry." He ushered Izzy into a chair. First, he took a wet cloth and dabbed the fresh blood from her knee before he floated a small spray bottle from the box and hovered it in front of her knee. "Alright, now this is gonna sting a little." He warned her before spraying her knee down. Izzy let out a hiss of pain as her face contorted. The pain forced a few of the tears she had been holding back to fall from her eyes. Next, Lavender pulled out a bandage and stuck it in place on her knee. "There, all better!" He returned the first aid box's contents to the container, and pulled a tissue from the box on his desk and floated it to Isabella. She plucked the tissue from the air and wiped her eyes, blew her nose, and tossed the tissue in a garbage can.

"Thank you, Lavender." Izzy hopped out of the chair, and walked out of the office. She turned to head back towards her room rather than back outside.

"Um... I think the others are waiting for us to come back so we can play some more." Katie's voice was quiet as she shut the door to Lavender's office.

"I don't wanna play anymore. Bobby's a jerk." Izzy continued walking away.

"B-but we're supposed to play with them!" Katie continued to push the issue.

"I said I don't wanna play anymore!" Izzy opened the door to their room and walked inside.

"But-!"

"Just leave me alone Katie!" Izzy wheeled around, shouted at the girl following her, then slammed the door in her face. She gave a huff of frustration and was about to throw herself onto her bed when a strange sound made her stop. It was a whimper, then a sniffle. It sounded like it was coming from the other side of the door. The door she had just slammed in her friend's face. Izzy opened the door to reveal Katie standing with her head hung low, and her shoulders shaking.

"You hate me!" Katie wailed before rushing off down the hall. Izzy remained rooted in place as she watched her friend run off. As Katie rounded the corner Izzy found her legs able to move again and set off after her.

"Katie wait!" Izzy yelled after her but the distraught girl paid no heed to her calls. Katie ran back outside. Izzy breathed a sigh of relief as she saw none of the other children outside at the moment. Katie ran in the direction of a large tree before she disappeared behind it. Izzy rounded the tree to find her friend sitting on a root crying.

"I'm sorry Izzy!" Katie jumped at her the moment she saw her, embracing her in a cross between a hug and a tackle. "I didn't mean for you to get hurt! I just wanted all my friends to play together." Izzy returned the hug and gave her a comforting pat on the back. "Now, you hate me, and you hate my friends!" The tears began anew.

If I hate you then why am I hugging you? Isabella held her tongue.

"I don't hate you Katie." Izzy comforted her. "I don't even hate Bobby."

"You... You don't?" The sobbing girl gave a hiccup.

"Of course not. You're my best friend." Granted, that was due more to the fact that Katie was her only friend. But, she didn't need to know that.

"I am?"

"You are. And I'm sorry I yelled at you and slammed the door in your face. That wasn't nice."

"S'ok." The girl's sobs started to quiet down.

"But, why didn't you tell Lavender that Bobby pushed me?" Isabella voiced the question that had been nagging at the back of her mind.

"Cause now Lavender's mad at Bobby. Which means Bobby's gonna be mad at me."

"Well if he didn't wanna get in trouble he shouldnta pushed me." Izzy decided to change the subject to avoid upsetting Katie further. "I don't really wanna play with them right now. But I’ll play with you." She offered.

"Ok." Katie fell quiet for a moment before making a suggestion. "You wanna play dolls?"

"Sure Katie. One more thing?"

"What?"

"Can you please stop hugging me?"

"Just a little longer? Please?"

"Fine."

"And that's how you braid hair!" Katie sat back and admired her work. She had finished Isabella's hair, which now ran down her upper back in a long single braid stopping just below her shoulders. Isabella got off the bed and examined Katie's work in the mirror.

"Wow! Thanks Katie. This looks great." She twirled in place watching her braid spin behind her.

"Alright, now you do my hair. Let's see what you learned."

"Ok. I'll try, I guess." Isabella sat down behind Katie and began to run her fingers through her hair as she attempted to mirror the steps Katie had shown her.

"Oh!" For a moment, Izzy thought she had pulled her hair too hard. "I talked to Steve earlier. He said that Darrante from his class said that his parents said that a lady got attacked last night. And that that was why the caretakers were acting so weird this morning."

"Girls? It's time to get ready for bed. Lights out in 10 minutes!" A knock at the door and the call of a caretaker ended Izzy's brief experiment with braiding and cut off any response she would make to Katie's news. Izzy ran her fingers through her braided hair and pulled the elastic band holding it together out. She shook her head and her hair disentangled. The girls prepared for bed in silence before bidding each other good night as they climbed into bed.

"Izzy?" Katie's voice drifted down from the top bunk after a few minutes. "Do you think someone would attack us?"

"No Katie. I think we'll be ok."

"Wait! Stop!" Margaret Lee chased after the girl running away from her. "I just want to help you!" Her dog had started whining and she had been forced to get up and let it out. While she waited for him to return, she had seen a little girl walking all alone. She called out to her and she ran away. Something inside her made Margaret chase after her.

"It's not safe for a girl to be out here alone after dark!" The woman called after the girl as she continued her pursuit. The girl darted into an alley. A thud and a cry followed. Margaret rounded the corner to see the girl sprawled out on the ground. She tried to get up and run, but went down again, holding her knee.

"Oh, you poor dear. Are you alright?" She took a few cautious steps towards the girl sitting on the ground. "I didn't mean to scare you." She closed the distance between them and reached out to the girl. When she did, the girl turned and lunged at her. For a brief instant, she believed the girl was going to hug her. Until pain exploded from her neck, and the world went dark.

Amethyst City, Amethyst Cove
May 23, 76 AF.

"Bye Ms. Jackson! Bye Ms. Tape!"

"Bye Isabella!"

The two parties waved at each other as Isabella left the hospital led away by Mrs. Crawford. When they reached their car, she helped her into her booster seat before they set off in search of a place to get lunch.

"How was your time with Ms. Jackson? Did you two have fun?" Mrs. Crawford looked back at Isabella in the rear-view mirror.

"Yeah. The math was kinda boring but then she let me do some puzzles and we played some board games." Isabella had her attention turned towards the scenes rolling by outside the window. Various cafes and shops were patronized by people and...

"Are those horses?" Isabella exclaimed. She struggled in her seat as she tried to turn herself around to get a better look at the horses as the car passed them.

"Isabella sit still!" Mrs. Crawford scolded her and Isabella turned back around and shifted her eyes to the floor. "It's for your own safety. Now, to answer your question: they're ponies. They're living, breathing, thinking, feeling creatures just like us. Except for the fact that they're ponies. Some people look down upon them because they look different than us. But that is wrong. You should not judge people by what they look like, or what they were born as, you should judge them by their actions." Isabella sat in silence as she stared at Mrs. Crawford. "Oh dear! I didn't mean to preach. I just... have strong feelings on the matter." This time it was Mrs. Crawford's turn to blush.

"I'm hungry." Isabella's stomach grumbled at her and preempted any calculated response she would have made.

"I know. But we're almost there. I always loved this little café, and I think you'll like it too. It's right on the beach." Mrs. Crawford parked the car and helped Isabella out. The pair approached the café, found a table outside, and sat down. Mrs. Crawford opened the table's umbrella to offer them some shade. A waiter came out and brought them menus, as well as giving Isabella a few crayons. Isabella sat and colored in the fish on her menu as Mrs. Crawford listed off various food items she could try. She decided on a simple ham and turkey sandwich.

Isabella took a deep breath absorbing the salty sea air. A smile spread across her face as she listened to the cries of the sea birds, the sound of waves breaking against the shore, and the happy shouts of children playing in the water. It was like nothing she had ever experienced.

"Do you like the ocean Isabella?" Mrs. Crawford snapped her out of her trance.

"I'd never seen it before all of this happened." She confessed.

"Well then, I'd say something good came of all this." Mrs. Crawford reached out and ruffled Isabella's hair eliciting a giggle from the girl.

The waiter returned with their food a few minutes later and the pair ate their lunch. Mrs. Crawford's phone drew her attention and she stopped eating long enough to respond to an email. When she looked back up Isabella sat with her hands in her lap and an empty plate before.

"Goodness you were hungry, weren't you?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Are you still hungry? Would you like something else?"

"No ma'am. I'm fine, thank you."

"Well, why don't you go get yourself a little treat inside then? You were a good girl at the hospital today so you earned it." She handed Isabella some money and she hopped down from her seat and went inside the café. She emerged a few minutes later with a cookie in hand and returned to her seat while Mrs. Crawford ate the last of her lunch. Once she finished she paid their tab and the pair left the café to return to the car.

"You know what Isabella?" Mrs. Crawford spoke up. "Take your shoes off dear." Isabella did as she was told and slid her sandals off, picking them up in her left hand. Beside her Mrs. Crawford did the same. "Come on." She took Isabella's right hand and led her across the street and onto the warm sand of the beach. Isabella felt the tiny grains shift among her toes as they walked across the beach. The sand changed from loose and dry to wet and compact as they neared the ocean, but she could still feel its give beneath her feet with each step she took. Isabella gasped and a smile spread across her face as the cool water of the ocean rushed over the top of her feet, then retreated away from her. They continued to advance until the water lapped at Isabella's ankles. "Not too deep now." Mrs. Crawford tightened her grip on Isabella's hand and prevented her from going any further out. They stood in the ocean for a few minutes before Mrs. Crawford tugged on Isabella's hand and they left the beach to return to the car. They dried their feet off with a towel Mrs. Crawford kept in her car before they set off again.

"Where are we going now?" Isabella piped up from the back seat.

"You have one last appointment we need to get you to."

"Mrs. Crawford?" The assistant who had taken Isabella back a few minutes earlier returned to the waiting room. "We have a small situation."

"A situation?" Jeanette was on her feet and walking back as the words left her mouth. "What's going on? Is Isabella ok?"

"She's fine I assure you. It's just she's refusing to cooperate with us." The man led her towards one of the rooms where another assistant was pleading with a small figure laying in a chair.

"Isabella please. We're just trying to check your teeth and make sure they're healthy."

"No! You're not looking at my teeth!" A pair of sunglasses flew through the air in the direction of the assistant. She flinched away but dodged the improvised projectile which ricocheted off the wall and clattered to the floor.

"Isabella! What has gotten into you?" Jeanette stormed into the room and turned on the girl, who for her part had the presence of mind to look ashamed. "I am so sorry. She's normally so well behaved. " She turned to the two assistants. "I don't know why she's acting like this."

"What's all the commotion in here?" A new voice entered the room as an old man walked in.

"Dr. Henderson, I am so very sorry. Isabella's one of my wards and she's giving your staff a hard time. I cannot apologize enough for her behavior."

"It's quite alright Jeanette." Dr. Henderson placated the woman as he slipped past her to sit down next to Isabella. "Now, what seems to be the trouble little lady?"

"I don't like people looking at my teeth." Isabella looked down at the cover draped over her chest and began to play with the clips.

"You know, you aren't the first person in here today to be uncomfortable with us looking at their teeth."

"I'm not?"

"Oh heavens no." He laughed. "Lots of children your age are worried about their teeth. That's when they start to fall out. But they'll grow back in. Besides, when you do this for as long as I have there's not a lot you haven't seen." He smiled down at the girl still fidgeting with the clip hanging around her neck. "But, I do need to make sure that your teeth are healthy. If they're fine, then you're free to leave. If something's wrong, then we need to fix it before it becomes a big problem. So, will you let me help you?" The girl said nothing for a moment but her expression softened before she gave a small nod. "Good. First, I need you to put these on." He picked up the sunglasses she had thrown earlier. "I need a lot of light on your face to be able to see well and I don't want to hurt your eyes." She put the glasses on her face. "Now, just lay back for me and look up." Isabella set her head on the headrest and looked up at the ceiling. Dr. Henderson swung the light into place and flipped it on. He picked up the utensils sitting on the tray beside the chair and noticed one was bent. "Now, how in the world did that happen?"

"She um... She bit it sir." One of the assistants gave a sheepish response. "It was the one thing we managed to get in her mouth before she realized exactly what we were doing." Mrs. Crawford shot Isabella a glare which she avoided meeting.

"Well that's alright. I've been meaning to pick up some new things anyways." He stood and picked up a replacement before sitting back down. "Alright, now if you'll just open up for me."

Richard Henderson had been a dentist for a long time. He had seen many things. He had seen very well maintained and healthy teeth. He had seen very bad teeth. But he had never seen this before.

Isabella's teeth were pristine. Perfect color, perfect spacing, and not a spot on them. It was almost unsettling how perfect they were. What was unsettling was all four of her canine teeth: each one sharpened into a vicious fang. It took him less than a minute before he withdrew his tools and flipped the light off.

"I don't know why you're uncomfortable about them. You have some of the nicest teeth I've ever seen." He stood and helped the girl from her chair.

"Thank you." She hopped down and tried to scurry away only to have Mrs. Crawford block her path.

"Not so fast young lady," She had her hands on her hips as she glowered at the girl before her. "You owe these nice people an apology for the way you acted."

"I'm sorry." Isabella looked down at her feet.

"For?" Mrs. Crawford pressed the issue.

"For being a butt." Jeanette slapped her forehead with her open palm, but the staff giggled at the girl's frankness.

"It's alright Isabella." Dr. Henderson extended a hand towards the small girl. "Take care of yourself and those teeth of yours."

"I will." She took his hand and shook it.

"Thank you Dr. Henderson." Mrs. Crawford watched as one of the assistants led Isabella back to the front. "I cannot apologize enough for the trouble she caused."

"It's no trouble. Nervous children will be nervous children after all. However, I would like to see her again soon to take some x-rays. She's got big teeth for a six year old."

"Of course. It might be a little while though. I'd like to give her some time to settle in before I try bringing her back here."

"That'll be fine."

Mrs. Crawford was helping Isabella into her seat when the phone rang. She left Isabella to put her own seat belt on as she stepped away to answer her phone.

"Hello? Really?! Oh, that's wonderful news! Thank you so much. We'll be over soon. I'll see you then, goodbye." Isabella cocked her head to one side as she watched her giddy guardian approach her. "I just got the best news."

"You found my parents?" Isabella sat up in her seat, then slumped back down when the smile fell off Mrs. Crawford's face.

"Well, not that dear. I'm sorry if I got your hopes up. But we will find them." She placed her hand on top of Isabella's. "What I have found, is a place for you to stay while we search."

Lavender Fields Children's Home sat in the middle ground between Amethyst City proper and its suburbs. The building itself was nothing special. The brick two story had been designed with function in mind, not form. Isabella clung to Mrs. Crawford's side as they approached the building. The front door opened and a light purple unicorn greeted them.

"Well hello there! My name is Lavender Blossom. You must be Isabella." The stallion trotted out the door and Isabella realized all too late that Mrs. Crawford had stepped aside.

"Y-yes sir." Isabella stuttered and closed the distance between herself and Mrs. Crawford. The stallion didn't seem to be bothered in the slightest by her skittishness.

"Well, a little birdie told me you would be staying with us for a little while." He kept his smile on, although it didn't seem to be having the desired effect. Isabella glanced up at Mrs. Crawford.

"You'll have to forgive her." Mrs. Crawford stepped in. "It's only one o'clock but she's already had a long day. She's a little shy but once you get her to open up she's a real sweetheart." Isabella blushed at the statement.

"Oh don't you worry about that dear, I'm sure she just needs a little time to adjust and she'll be just fine. Now, how about I show you around Isabella?" Lavender offered. A sudden yawn from Isabella drew the attention of both grown-ups.

"Why don't we start with her room? I'm sure she'd like to lie down for a little while first." Isabella nodded at the suggestion.

"Oh that'll be fine. Besides, Jeanette I'm sure you know your way around this place as well as I do by now!" His joke earned him a laugh from the party as he led them inside, through the lobby, and down a hall. "Now, Isabella your room is number five. You'll be sharing with another little girl about your age named Katie. She's off at school right now but I'll introduce you when she gets in." He opened a door with a bronze five emblazoned on it and motioned them in. "I'll give you a few minutes to get settled." He closed the door behind them.

The room itself was composed of two dressers, a bunk bed, two desks with accompanying chairs, a nightstand with a clock, a large mirror, and a closet. The walls were an eggshell white and the lone window was draped in pink curtains.

"Well this is cozy, huh?" Mrs. Crawford broke the silence as she walked in and set Isabella's bag down on the bottom bunk. "With these bunk beds it'll be just like a sleepover." Isabella said nothing but walked over and sat down next to Mrs. Crawford. "You tired kiddo?" Isabella nodded before another yawn overtook her. Mrs. Crawford reached into her bag and pulled out her pajamas. "Why don't you take a nap before the other kids get in from school? That way when they do you'll be refreshed and ready to play with them."

"Ok." Isabella agreed to the suggestion and began to change clothes while Mrs. Crawford unpacked the rest of her things.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow and we can go shopping and get you some more clothes. I know you'll need a bigger wardrobe if you're going to be staying here a little while." Mrs. Crawford continued unpacking as Isabella climbed into the bottom bunk and pulled the bed sheets over herself. Mrs. Crawford smiled. "Alright kiddo, I can take a hint." She walked over and drew the curtains closed and turned the light off before exiting the room. "Sleep tight." She closed the door behind her. Isabella was already asleep.

Isabella's eyelids fluttered open. The first thing she saw were two big pools of blue staring back at her. She screamed.

"You must be my new roommate! My name's Katie, what's yours?" The girl didn't seem to care that she had just scared Isabella out of her own skin.

"I'm Isabella." She managed to force the words out between her panting breaths.

"Isabella? That's a long name. Imma call you Izzy!" She beamed at the girl still trying to recover. "Hey you wanna play tag with us? Me and Shelly usually put together a game of tag after school. You should play with us."

"Um... Ok then." Isabella was beginning to climb out of bed when Katie grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards the door.

"Come on! I can't wait to introduce you to the others."

"Wait! At least let me change clothes first!" Isabella fought back resisting her pull. Katie paused and examined Isabella for the first time noticing she was wearing pajamas.

"Hmmmm... Alright. I'll be outside when you're ready come find me." She let go of Isabella's wrist and dashed out the room.

"Is this... Is this really happening?" Isabella pinched her forearm to make sure she wasn't having a crazy nightmare. The sharp pain did nothing to change her situation. "Oh boy..." She lamented and buried her face in her hands.

Jordan Rivers drove through the foggy streets of Amethyst City. Working second shift in the munitions plant meant she had become accustomed to the drive through the late-night city streets.

What she was not accustomed to was children jumping in front of her car and then darting off.

She pulled her car over and parked it, keeping her trembling hands tight on the steering wheel as she fought to control her breathing. One she was no longer concerned that her heart would burst out of her rib cage she got out of her car, and headed in the direction the girl had run off in.

"Little girl?" She called out down the alley she had seen the girl disappear into. "Hello?" She could see through the alley to the street on the other side. She took a few cautious steps down the alley. "Little girl? Are you down here?" She looked up and examined the fire escape above her. "Hello?"

A giggle echoed through the alley sending every hair on her body standing straight up. It bounced off the close walls, preventing her from pinpointing the noise’s source.

"Ju-Just stay out of the road. Ok?" Jordan wanted nothing more to do with this. She turned and power walked in the direction of her car.

It's been a long day. You've had a long shift. Your mind is playing tricks on you.

The force that slammed into her from above was no trick of her mind. She tried to scream but found pressure on her throat prevented it. Her hands tried to pull the weight off her as two lances of pain shot up from her neck. She had little time to register the pain before he eyelids felt heavy and her knees wobbled. She collapsed to the ground as she felt her strength fleeing from her extremities and leaving her body. Her eyes slid shut and darkness enveloped her.

The nation of Chroma, has once again been plunged into a bloody war, with a complete disregard for the populations of the Chroman nation, and various atrocities being committed by both sides. Now, in the wake of this terrible and deadly conflict, there have emerged certain calls for action, dictatorial action, and an intention to spread general anarchy among the populace of Chroma. By attacking the sovereign government, whose powers could be curtailed by parliamentary motion, the Emerald faction has shown complete ignorance for the procedure of the Chroman Assembly, and have gone against the will of the people. Of course, Crimson itself isn't in the right. It's power itself derives from the outdated concept of monarchy, and Periwinkle supremacy, that has kept the seeds of division sowed in this country for the past seventy years. This Periwinklean principle of military domination, however, has utterly failed, with a large part of the Chroman Armed Forces defecting to the rebels, showing the nature of our control over our armed forces. It is quite surprising, hence, that nuclear conflict itself has not occurred. Another dark failure of the central government is the nearby continent of Kingston, which is controlled by the corrupt banana republic which pleads legitimacy, whereas ruling over it's population with an iron fist, creating a anarcho-capitalist government with undertones of corporatism. After the collapse of any functional government itself on the continent of Kingston, following the Chroman Wars. the Periwinkles neither tried to establish, nor try to develop any governmental infrastructure on Kingston, instead handing it over to a company known for it's shady practices and it's terrible drink, by a farcical committee which seemed to be as corrupt ad the central government of Chroma. Now, with the war breaking out, Chroman governments have absolutely no control over this broken continent, which is already fighting demons of it's own.

Chroma itself as a concept must be demolished, destroyed, and discarded. It is an outdated collection of various states, which function de facto independently, through the authority of an unitary central government, that has failed every single time, to maintain any sort of control over it's own population, mainly because of its oppression, and also because of it's reluctance to transition to democracy. The only solution now is democracy. The only solution now is the total victory for the forces of liberalism, and human rights. The Liberal Party itself has sacrificed all it's principles by joining the Crimson Alliance, however, to compensate, I, Captain Notthedarkweb, shall be forming the Radical Union, a group of soldiers and civilians, in their quest for the immediate, and total demolition of Periwinkle government, the handover of de jure executive powers to a civilian government, and the advent of federalism and republicanism in the continent of Chroma, make the following demands :

1. Permanent ceasefire to the war.

2. Abdication of Empress Sahdee, who clearly has lost support among the people of Chroma.

3. Dissolution of the Chroman Assembly, and fresh elections to be held.

4. Rejection of the former Chroman constitution, and drafting of a federal, republican constitution.

5. Ceasing of all persecution of Emerald supporters by Crimson, and vice versa

6. Establishment of Constituent Assembly, for the drafting of the Constitution.

These are but our short term demands. Our goals are myriad, and diverse, for we support the common ideals of the people of Chroma, and therefore :

1. Creation of a multiparty, liberal democratic state, with guaranteed rights and freedoms.

2. Eventual independence for provinces of Chroma, and creation of a liberal alliance of Chroman provinces under a single de jute civilian head of state, with differing civilian de facto governments.

3. Creation of a single judicial framework, which is impartial, and doesn't judge on the basis of prejudices.

4. The creation of a market economy, with elements of a welfare state.

5. The creation of a free, independent Chroma, where war is but a distant place in the last.

Amen, and help us gain victory, over all those who try to oppress the people.

Amethyst City, Amethyst Cove
May 23, 76 AF.

Isabella stared out the car window at the landscape that surrounded her. If she looked out one side of the car she could see the yellow sands of beaches dipping into the shimmering blue of the ocean, with its white foam gliding across the surface. Out the other side the lush green countryside sloped to meet the rocky, snow-capped mountains that dominated the land. Then there were the large buildings looming ahead of them. The glass windows of skyscrapers reflected the light, making the city sparkle in the morning sun. If Isabella looked at the glass instead of through it, she would have noticed her mouth was hanging open.

"Amethyst Cove is a beautiful land." The woman driving the car spoke up. Mrs. Jeanette Crawford was a social worker for the Crimson Government who had been assigned to keep an eye on Isabella. "It hasn't changed much over the years. In a lot of ways, it's still the same as when I was your age."

"You grew up here?" Isabella turned from her sightseeing.

"I've lived here my whole life." She replied. "Are you from Nordwälder?"

"Yes ma'am." Isabella did not comment further, preferring to watch the landscape as they drove into the city. The rest of the trip passed in silence.

Mrs. Crawford parked the car and helped Isabella undo her seat belt and get out of her booster seat and led her towards a large white building.

"Hoss-pit-all?" Isabella sounded out the unfamiliar word then looked up to Mrs. Crawford for approval.

"That's very good Isabella." She smiled down at the girl who returned it with one of her own. "A hospital is a place where sick people come to get better, and healthy people come to stay healthy. That's why I brought you. We need to make sure you're healthy."

"But I've already seen lotsa doctors." Isabella planted her feet, crossing her arms across her chest. "How come I gotta see more?"

Jeanette sighed and looked at the girl pouting before her. Isabella had proven herself to be a shy little girl. Of course, she couldn't blame her. Being left by her mother in a cave in the middle of the woods while hell raged all over her home. Only to be found by soldiers who scared her half to death, pointing guns in her face. Having to flee to safety through a storm of shot and shell, then being rushed away from her home and family and taken to a strange land where she knew no one.

"Isabella I know you must be frustrated, but please understand that it's for the best." Jeanette knelt to be at eye level with the girl. "We're just trying to make sure you're ok after everything you've been through. It's only a few more checkups, and then you'll be done for now. Ok?"

"For now?"

"Well, you'll still have to see a doctor every so often to make sure you're healthy. And if you ever get sick you'll have to see one so you can get better. But after today you should be done with doctors for a while." She gave the girl a comforting smile.

"You... You promise?" Isabella's expression softened and her crossed arms loosened.

"Promise." Jeanette offered her hand to Isabella. The girl hesitated a moment as her eyes flickered between the woman standing before her and the glass doors of the hospital. She unfolded her arms and placed her hand in Mrs. Crawford's. Jeanette smile widened as she stood up and led Isabella into the hospital.

The doors parted and the smell of antiseptic wafted out to greet them. This whole building smelled too clean.

"Take a seat Isabella. I'll be right back." Mrs. Crawford directed her towards some chairs and went to talk to a lady behind a counter. Isabella walked to an isolated chair and climbed in.

This whole place smells wrong. Isabella felt sick to her stomach as the stench of disinfectant permeated from her nose to her mouth. None of the other doctors smelled this strong.

"Isabella are you ok?" She hadn't even noticed that Mrs. Crawford had sat down next to her.

"I'm fine." She lied.

"You don't need to feel nervous about a thing." Mrs. Crawford tried to reassure her.

"Isabella?" A lady with pink hair and blue clothes looked between a clipboard in her hand and the waiting room.

"That's you. Go speak with her. I'll be out here if you need anything." Mrs. Crawford gave her a smile and a gentle nudge to get her from her seat. Isabella hopped up and walked up to the lady who had turned her attention to the girl approaching her.

"Hi there Isabella. My name's Nurse Tape." She held open the door leading deeper into the building. The reek of antiseptic somehow got even stronger. "I like your hair."

"Oh, um... Thank you. I like yours too." Isabella returned the compliment. Isabella's began to run her nervous fingers through her white hair.

"Such a polite little girl. You know this is my natural hair color? I got it from my mother. Is your hair naturally white?" Nurse Tape led Isabella into a smaller room and helped her up onto something that looked like a bed as she sat down on a chair with wheels and rolled over to a screen.

"I guess? I don't remember it being any other color." A clacking sound filled the room as the nurse begin to press buttons on a square before a bright screen. Isabella watched in fascination as images flashed across the screen and small lines grew and shifted as the nurse clacked away. Before Isabella could ask about the device the nurse turned to face her with a small box in hand.

"Ok, let's start with your pulse." She held up the small box for Isabella to see. "This will read your heartbeat for me and tell me how your heart's doing." She clipped the device in place on Isabella's right index finger and began to fiddle with the metal thing hanging around her neck. "And this is a stethoscope. It lets me listen to what's going on inside your body. Would you like to try it on me?" She offered the girl the device but she declined with a shake of her head. Nurse Tape shrugged it off and put one end into her own ears and the other to Isabella's chest. "Alright, now take some deep breaths for me."

Of course taking deep breaths was the last thing Isabella wanted to do. Even so, she obeyed. The stench of antiseptic was overpowering. She felt dizzy. Her eyes closed. Her stomach churned.

"Are you alright dear?" Isabella opened her eyes as Nurse Tape put a hand to her forehead. "You're a little warm, but you look awful pale. Well, paler than when I first saw you I mean." She removed her tools and picked up something Isabella did recognize, a thermometer. It was only in her mouth a few seconds before it beeped and the nurse removed it reading off 99.1. "Well, it's a little elevated but nothing to be too concerned about. Is something bothering you?"

"I don't like the smell." Isabella confessed.

"Oh. Yeah, I guess you wouldn't be used to it, and it can be strong. Tell you what: why don't you help me with the last few tests I need and then I'll take you outside so you can get some fresh air?"

"Ok."

"Great. Now let me see your arm please." Nurse Tape pulled out something that looked like a cloth and laid it out flat for Isabella to see. "I'm going to use this to check your blood pressure. First we wrap it around your arm." The nurse continued to describe the process as she performed it before putting her stethoscope to Isabella's elbow just below the wrap. She took a ball that was attached and squeezed it, as she did the cloth wrapped around her arm began to tighten to the point that it became uncomfortable. It didn't last long though, and soon loosened its vice like grip. "Ok, blood pressure's normal." She unwrapped the thing from Isabella's arm and put it aside. "Alright, this'll only hurt for a second."

Wait, what?

"OW!" A sharp pain shot through her finger. She looked down and saw blood pooling on her fingertip. She shot a glare at the nurse who paid her no mind and instead continued collecting the blood in a small glass vial. Once she had enough, she capped the vial and wrapped a band-aid on Isabella's finger.

"Sorry about that sweetie, but I find it's best to not give kids a lot of time to think about that one." She rolled away towards a cabinet and returned a moment later with a plastic cup. "Alright, last thing. I need you to fill this up for me."

"Fill it up with what?"

"It's weird!"

"It's a legitimate medical test."

"That doesn't mean it's not weird!"

"I'm sorry I didn't give you a little warning about what the tests might be."

Isabella sat on the bench outside with her arms crossed on her chest looking down at the ground. Her face was still tinged red from embarrassment. Mrs. Crawford sat next to Isabella and placed a hand on her back.

"Are you feeling better now dear?"

"Yeah. A little." The fresh air had helped to clear her head and quell her stomach. The sound of clicking heels approached them and Isabella turned to see a new woman approaching the pair.

"Hello there. My name is Ms. Jackson. I heard you weren't feeling so well today."

"I'm ok ma'am."

"That's good. Would you like to come with me? We won't be on the main floor so the smell shouldn't be as strong. But if you do start to feel sick just let me know."

"I will ma'am." Isabella stood up off the bench and followed Ms. Jackson back into the hospital. The stench wasn't as strong this time. The pair took an elevator up a floor, and true to Ms. Jackson's word the reek of antiseptic was almost nonexistent here.

Ms. Jackson opened a door and motioned Isabella through. Her office looked more like a play room. Various toys sat in boxes against the walls of the room. A table and chairs, sized just for children, sat in the middle of the room. A shelf filled with colorful books sat against one corner. A large blackboard ran across one wall while drawings from other children plastered the others.

"Have a seat please." Isabella did as she was told and sat down at the small table. Ms. Jackson approached her with some paper, crayons, and colored pencils. "Here you go. If you want to draw a pretty picture for me, or draw anything really, feel free to do so. I have more paper and more colors if you want them."

"Thank you ma'am." Isabella picked up a red crayon in her left hand and began to doodle a long, looping line.

"Is red your favorite color?" Ms. Jackson asked her.

"I guess." She hadn't even thought about what color to grab, just reaching for red out of instinct.

"Goodness. I just realized I never even asked your name. How rude of me!"

"It's ok. I'm Isabella."

"That's a nice name. Do you know your last name?" Ms. Jackson

"I... I don't remember..." Isabella paused her drawing and stared down at the paper.

"Well that's alright. Does anyone ever call you any nicknames? Izzy? Bell? Bella? Or is it just Isabella?"

"Just Isabella." She resumed her doodling.

"And how old are you Isabella?"

"I'm six years old."

"Do you know when your birthday is?"

"October 31."

"Halloween?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Do you know how to spell your name?" Isabella nodded. "Can you write it on this paper for me?" She slid a new piece of paper to Isabella. She changed pages and began to spell her name out.

"I-S-A-B-E-L-L-A" She spoke the letters aloud as she wrote. "Isabella." She looked up and smiled at Ms. Jackson.

"Very good dear." She smiled back and wrote some more things down on her clipboard. "Do you think you could write a little more for me?" Isabella nodded. "How about writing: 'The quick brown fox jumps over the very lazy dog'?" Isabella moved down a little on the paper and wrote out the sentence as requested. "Excellent work. What about 'The five boxing wizards jump quickly'?" once more Isabella transcribed the sentence. "Perfect Isabella." Ms. Jackson smiled and reached for the paper Isabella had been writing on, took it, and added it to her file. Isabella resumed her doodling.

"Now, what about your parents' names? Do you remember them?" The smile ran away from Isabella's face.

"No... I always just called them Mom and Dad." She cast her eyes downwards.

"It's alright Isabella." She felt a hand on her shoulder. "We're looking for your parents right now so we can get you back to them." Isabella sniffled but nodded all the same. "Why don't you go find a book on that bottom shelf over there. Can you read?" Isabella nodded again. "How about finding a book and reading it to me?" She got up and walked over to the bookshelf and started to examine the plethora of books before her. "Remember to get one from the bottom shelf. The others are for older children." Isabella picked up one with a wolf on its spine and returned to the table.

"The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing." Isabella read off the title and opened the book to its first page. The page had a drawing of a wolf looking at a flock of sheep. "A wolf once decided to change his nature by changing his appearance, and thus get plenty to eat." She went to the next page showing the wolf covered in wool. "He put on a sheepskin and accompanied the flock to the pasture." She turned the page again showing the wolf among the sheep with a human in the back looking none the wiser. "The shepherd was fooled by the disguise." The next page showed the sheep and the wolf beneath a starry sky. "When night fell, the shepherd shut up the wolf in the pen with the rest of the sheep." She turned the page again to reveal the wolf being carried by the shepherd. "But when the shepherd wanted a sheep for his supper, he took his knife and... killed... the wolf." She turned the last page, which held only text. "Wearing disguises can often get you in trouble."

"That was very good Isabella!" Ms. Jackson clapped her hands as Isabella closed the book and set it down on the table. "You did a great job." She returned to writing things down on her clipboard. "Well, I need to use the little girl's room." She announced when she finished her writing. "Do you?" Isabella shook her head, feeling heat rise in her cheeks as she remembered her earlier trip. "Ok then. I'll be back in a few minutes. Feel free to keep drawing, get a different book, or find a toy you'd like to play with. I'm going to lock the door until I come back ok?"

"That's fine." Isabella watched as the woman closed and locked the door behind her then resumed her doodling.

"Well, so far she seems to be about where she should be for a six year old. She can read well, and her writing is fine. I'll have her do simple arithmetic and some logic tests later." Doctor Anna Jackson looked over her notes. "She still hasn't said anything about her family. I suspect she knows more than she's told me though." She looked up through the two-way mirror disguised as a chalk board at the little girl drawing at the table.

"To add to that all of her tests have come back normal." Nurse Tape piped up. "I doubt she's suffering from any memory loss but we could try a CT Scan, MRI, or something, I would advise against that however. I think it would be superfluous and would probably only scare her."

"I agree." Jeanette added in. "I've seen nothing in my time with her that leads me to believe she isn't a normal girl who has been dealt a very rough hand. Well, other than her appearance I mean." She cast a glance at the girl. "Have you uncovered anything to explain why she looks like that?" She turned to Nurse Tape.

"Not without some deeper testing. If I had to guess, I'd say she's albino." Phoebe shrugged and looked down to her clipboard.

"By the way: what was with that book she read?" Jeanette grimaced. "The shepherd kills the wolf? In what world is that appropriate for a six year old?"

"I've been meaning to look over my library and reorganize some. Never got around to it. Sorry about that." Jeanette frowned at her while Phoebe looked at the ceiling trying to avoid either of the older women's gazes. Anna's watch beeped at her. "Well, that's my five minutes. I'll see if I can uncover anything else." She turned and left the observation room.

A knock on the door drew Isabella's attention from her drawing. A moment later the handle turned and Ms. Jackson returned.

"Hello again Isabella." She sat down at her chair again and placed a new piece of paper in front of Isabella. This one had a bunch of math problems on it. "I'd like to see what you can do with this. Don't worry too much about if you're right or wrong, and if you can't figure one out you can just leave it blank."

Isabella took her crayon and began to work on the arithmetic. The addition and subtraction were straightforward. The multiplication was difficult. The division left her scratching her head. All the while Ms. Jackson sat writing notes about her progress.

"Did you know you stick your tongue out when you're concentrating?" Ms. Jackson commented. "It's pretty cute to be honest." She smiled and Isabella felt color rush to her cheeks as she retracted her tongue into her mouth.

"Finished." Isabella chimed up after giving up on the last division problem. She pushed the paper back across the table to Ms. Jackson; Who picked it up and began checking answers and writing notes on her clipboard.

"You did a good job Isabella. You got eight of the addition and seven of the subtraction right. You got two of the multiplication and none of the division but that's ok. This wasn't meant to be graded it was just to see where you stand." She kept the smile on her face and her voice even as she explained the pop quiz. "I wanted to see how much you already knew. It's fine that you don't know how to divide and aren't great at multiplication. Most children your age aren't. You're right where you should be." Isabella nodded as Ms. Jackson took the paper back and put it among her growing stack. "Now, how about we do something fun?" She stood up from her chair, walked to a cabinet, and returned with a puzzle.

"I concur with your opinion. She's a normal girl who's been dealt a rough hand." Anna Jackson spoke to Jeanette and Phoebe.

"All of her tests have come back normal. From a medical perspective, she's in fine health." Nurse Tape added. "There is one problem though."

"And that is?" Jeanette inquired.

"We have no vaccination records for her." She admitted. "It could be risky to place her among other children right now."

"Well, that's the point of herd immunity, isn't it?" Jeanette asked. "If she hasn't been, or can't be, vaccinated being surrounded by vaccinated children is good for her."

"Yes, in theory. Though it's still something to consider. If we don't find her parents I mean..." Nurse Tape looked down to the ground.

"Alright, well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Jeanette stopped the conversation. "Right now my main concern is finding her a place to stay."

"She did mention she was getting hungry." Anna interjected.

"And finding her lunch!"

Lapis Lazuli, Nordwalder
December 21st, 75 AF

“Welcome back everyone. Please get settled. Now I know you all know who I am.” Hawkeye grinned. “I have a favor to ask of all of you.”

Silence followed as Hawkeye gave his request. A tacit acceptance of duty. Some nodded in approval, others sat wide eyed, incredulous that he hadn’t asked sooner.

Not a soul dared to turn down the favor Hawkeye requested. He radioed to the Captain to get the Dreadnought underway.

Captain Rosethorne gave the signal and the Dreadnought Invicta hefted skyward. The thrumming engines roared and the dull blue pulsars flared with vigor. The massive aerial battleship climbed through the clouds.

“Captain,” Hawkeye requested. “Please proceed to target.”

“Helm, make your course 117 magnetic, standard altitude and speed.” Captain Rosethorne commanded with a quiet cool calm demeanor and wry smile.

Hawkeye pondered over the plans again and again. This was going to be dangerous mission and required delicate precision. The sun maneuvered across the sky as the Invicta changed course toward Vermillion Union.

“Great Analtaco…” Hawkeye muttered the bastardized former name of Vermillion Union to himself. “I can’t believe I have to return to that wasteland. I remember back when the 501st made a stand there, north of Los Dopicos and repelled the Orangered advance. They were the only regiment not to fall back or waver.”

Somewhere northwest of Los Dopicos, Vermillion Union/Great Aurantiaco
December 25, 75 AF 0900

The air was unseasonable; cool and crisp for the bared dusty plains, the sun had not risen high enough to bake the ground. The Crimson prisoners stood for roll call. They’d been there for hours, and expected to be for hours more.

The Emeralds built this prison camp with rapidity, using a horseshoe ridge on the edge of the northwestern plains to save on build costs, with the natural curve and steep walls, and a sheer cliff face to the sea, escape was impossible for any lone prisoner. Guard towers and fencing were only placed on the north and east sides of the camp.

Silence reigned over the predawn hours of the camp. The purple sky coalesced to a maelstrom of blood red streaks interspersed with blotchy gray clouds. The hulking ironclad painted with Periwinkle insignia breached the ridge like a whale through the surface of the ocean, and fired upon the two massive guard towers. They rent asunder from the staccato puncture of ordnance. Cracks in the wooden facades raced skyward. Both towers wobbled and fell in a simultaneous crumble. Dust and debris scattered like stacked playing cards in a whisperless utterance and rained upon the grounds of the camp. Streaks of light blue fanned from the skyward battleship as jetpacked troops poured from the heavens. They swooped and dove, some grabbed guards and ripped them from their posts. They flew up to the firmament and allowed gravity to enforce its penance with unyielding abandon. Others grabbed prisoners, shocked from the acoustic shadows of the opening volley. First rescued were victims of obvious torture, and troops flung extra jetpacks to those who looked healthy enough to fly. Agent Hawkeye grabbed the first prisoner he saw, a cream-colored mare with a ruby red mane with multitudinous injuries and like many others, made for the decks of the Dreadnought. With the prisoner ensconced, he turned and dove off the deck towards the mayhem. Men, women, and ponies were secured on the decks of the Invicta in moments. Doctors, nurses, and orderlies poured out to the decks for emergency triage directed by Dr. Pembroke.

The camp was bereft of life. Agent Hawkeye and two other troopers hit the ground and honed in on the distress signal beaming from a tiny inconspicuous out-building. They burst through the locked wooden door and hauled out three power suits stored inside and shuttled them to the ship.

Agent Hawkeye sent a quick missive.

//>>>MSG: SECURE COM CIPHER: HOHOHO

//FISHY: NAUGHTY LIST PURGED. SANTA ON TIME. HEAD TO SHOP. TINS SAFE. #9494FF CLEAR – HAWK

//END TRANSMISSION

The Dreadnought turned hard to port and steamed for New Cerulean with utmost haste. Agent Hawkeye would hand the prisoners over to the proper authorities and the Dreadnought Invicta would set sail back to Nordwalder. The PBI had executed its first mission since the Sundering of Periwinkle.

#An Appeale To Common Sense

##OR

#On The Crimson Shadow Threatening Our Land

###By Adam Lathier Lennox

##Written In the Year of Our Lord 77 AF

My fellow countrymen.

For too long have we been overlooked by Cote D'Azure, crushed under the yoke of taxation while our interests and welfare have been will-fully and shamefully ignored by our so called representatives.

This sentiment is not ours alone.

In the East, many other sovereign territories have likewise became dis-illusioned with the transformation of our once grate nation into the increasingly authoritarian hegemony it now stands as. These Emerald nations took it upon themselves to say 'No more. No longer shall we stand idle while the Crimson regime bleeds dry our lands to fund corruption and oppression.'

Yet, when approached by our brothers in POTATO, to help aid the restoration of democracy and freedom, what was the response of the Cabinet? Indecisiveness, declaring it was not the Republic's fight to enter. In response, Duke Owens-Stark II abdicated, publicly announcing his disgust. To quoth his famous line 'Gentlemen, you can shut down the coal plants. My father is spinning in his grave hard enough to power the entire island.' Before he left, he called upon volunteers and 'true patriots' to enlist in Emerald and restore our nation to glory once more.

Last year, the Crimson forces took the Island of Warriors. Since that date, they have harassed and bullied innocent merchantmen in our sovereign waters - with fake excuses of anti-insurgency measures against Emerald - in thinly-veiled attempts at intimidation and strong-arming. Yet our governing council continues to claim neutrality, even in the face of this aggression.

I will assume you all have heard the news about the small Emerald force that was dispatched into our nation in a show of solidarity and force. Crimson has responded to this purely symbolic movement by escalating the situation into preparation for a full scale invasion.

We can no longer wait in the wings of this war. We must pick a side. We MUST stand for freedom and democracy, and I encourage all able-bodied citizens to prepare to resist Crimson at all costs. Not only for our countrymen who have already made the ultimate sacrifice in Nordwalder, Raider's Pinnacle, and the Marsh, but for our homes, our families, and our very way of life. Take up arms. Defend the hills and the cities. We must not falter in the face of Imperial aggression.

###Onwards unto Innovation! Onwards unto Freedom!

#ONWARDS FOR EMERALD!

The brave Emerald soldiers were resting in a camp near Chrome, awaiting a call to battle that should come any second. Snoo had to be surrounded if it was going to fall into Emerald hands again and they knew it. Thirsty for some Crimson blood, they enjoyed the last moments of peace with a nice hot cup of tea to cool them off on such a warm day. Lolziscience™ confirmed!

“Boy, I sure can’t wait to kill some Crimsons!”, exclaimed Joe. “After that stupid dinosaur thing they did, the Crimsons deserve to die. And I’ll be glad to take their lives”, Bob followed up, “Say, isn’t this a little odd? Given that we should be invading in 10 days, Marshal Arrem should have already told us something about the battle. The reds don’t even know we’re here yet. Total losers.”

And yet, time went on and there was no sign of Arrem. Well, you know, at least until he finally showed up. Walking to the control room, he avoided the questions of the curious men. He pushed the button on the speaker and loudly announced: “Listen up my happe laddies, since you all seem to have forgotten about this, we won’t be battling anytime soon. Why, you may ask? Because the national Menstrual hygiene day is coming up. So, get out of here and go spend times with your families. There’s plenty of time for battling, but only one day a year when we can break taboos and raise awareness about the importance of good menstrual hygiene. And for the record, I expect you all to remember the Global Handwashing Day and the World Toilet Day, okay? Good. Dismissed.” Noticeably upset by his teammates’ forgetfulness, Arrem left the camp and went to a nearby pub to calm his nerves.

Great fireballs blossomed amidst the once-lush vegetation consuming all life in their path. Choking black smoke filled the air as it poured into the sky in thick billowing columns. The very earth itself shook beneath the tromping feet of hundreds of infantrymen, the stampede of power armored ponies, and the treads of the heavy armored vehicles as they surged through the narrow pass. Men stumbled on rocks and debris, many more fell to the ground, never to move again. In the sky above the battlefield, aircraft engaged in their own struggle as missiles and cannon fire cut through the once blue skies. Stray fire and debris from destroyed aircraft added yet another hazard for the troops on the ground. Though this place resembled Hell, it was Nordwälder.

Crimson forces swarmed against the unceasing hail of bombs and bullets. They had been ordered to cross Penitent's Pass and push on the Kloster Monastery; once they arrived they were to secure the facility, dig in tight as a tick, and hold the position against any Emerald advance. The Emeralds battle plan appeared to be cut from the same cloth, and they were now blasting the Crimson troops with everything they had to slow their advance.

"Keep moving! We have to keep moving!" Sergeant Savage's throat hurt from all the screaming. Trying to be heard over the ceaseless explosions, the whistling of shells, the roar of the jets, and the rumbling engines of the armored vehicles was a losing fight, but that couldn't stop him from trying. His throat and lungs burned from the suffocating fumes of the tanks diesel engines and the thick smoke from the all consuming fires that raged all around them. Still, he pressed on, exhorting his men at every step.

Savage felt his feet leave the ground about the same time his face met it. He turned his head to see what had one been a thick tree reduced to a smoldering stump. All around him men lay on the ground suffering from various shrapnel wounds. Other troops stopped and tried to gather the wounded. Another shell exploded in the canopy showering the troops with the wooden remnants of what had once been an ancient tree. The cries of the wounded rose to dominate the deafening cacophony of explosions and engines.

Savage knew he had to get his troops out of the open. They were already falling behind the armor that was supposed to provide cover for them and with the casualties they had incurred made them ineffective to continue the push. Another explosion forced his head down. When he looked back up a cloud of dust rolled down the eastern rock face of the pass, behind it the darkness of an exposed cave.

"Second squad on me!" He barked the order and rose to his feet making a mad dash towards the cavern. Another explosion threw him to the ground and showered him with dirt. Savage struggled to his feet and continued to run, clambering up the rocky slope as he dove into the cave.

Inside the air was cool and damp, a stark difference from the hot dry inferno raging outside. Other troops began to pour in, transforming the cavern into a makeshift casualty collection point. Savage sat down on a rock, took his helmet off, and ran his fingers through his hair. As he moved his right hand explosions of pain rippled through his shoulder earning a hiss of pain.

"Let me take a look at it sarge." Doc Roe approached him, speaking with his thick Marshian accent. Savage turned and put his back to the medic and the cave entrance allowing him to examine the wounds. "Caught some shrapnel the hard way," Roe explained "gonna have to cut it out." Savage heard Roe draw his knife and plunge it in without hesitation. His eyes screwed shut as the knife began cutting out the shrapnel that was embedded in his shoulder. Savage grunted trying to keep the pain under wraps, but he felt tears forcing themselves to the corners of his eyes. Roe paused his impromptu procedure to withdraw bandages from his pack allowing Savage to open his eyes.

Deeper in the cave Savage saw a brief flash of movement, white moving against black. He brought up his left hand and Roe halted his work. Savage grabbed his rifle and a flashlight and moved towards the source of the movement. He jumped around the corner and flicked on the flashlight. A mix of a shriek and hiss greeted him as he illuminated the diminutive figure.

What he saw was a little girl, her pale skin and hair caked in dust and dirt from the cave; her trembling hands shielded her eyes from the blinding light. Fresh tears cut streaks in her dirty face. She wore a dress of deep crimson with white sleeves and black accents.

"Oh fuck me!" Savage shouted the expletive before he could catch himself. "Doc! We got a kid over here!"

"You gotta be shitting me." Footsteps rushed over as Savage took a few cautious steps towards the terrified girl only to be shoved aside by Roe as he snatched the girl up.

An explosion overhead shook the cave as stone, dirt, and dust fell from the cave's roof. The girl screamed and Roe pulled her into his chest shielding her from the falling rocks. Once the dust settled Roe sat the girl down on a rock, turning his flashlight on and angling it away from her to keep from blinding her. Savage reached into his pack and pulled out a chocolate bar. He tapped Roe on the shoulder and presented it to the medic, who in turn hovered it before the terrified girl and whispered something into her ear, stroking her hair to calm her down. After a moment the hands that had been knitted tightly in her lap made a tentative movement, then reached up, and plucked the bar from his hands. She failed several times at unwrapping the delicacy as her shaking hands failed to catch the small edges on the wrapper. Roe reached in and helped her unwrap it, taking care to ensure she would not misconstrue his movements as if he was going to take the treat back. As she started to nibble on the chocolate bar, Roe took his canteen from his belt and unscrewed the cap whispering to her again. She nodded and he pressed the canteen to her lips and she began to gulp down the proffered water.

He continued to whisper to her and for the first time she began to whisper back. Roe put the back of his hand to her forehead checking her for fever, then put his fingers to her throat reading her pulse. At his behest she lifted her arms above her head allowing the medic to examine her back and torso, then a quick look at her arms and legs. After several minutes the process was complete. He whispered a few final words to the girl before standing up and turning to Savage.

"We gotta get her out of here sarge. She's fine as far as I can tell but she can't stay here."

"Where are her parents?"

"She don't know. Said her mom left her here when the fighting stared. She said she'd be back for her but well, you know." Roe trailed off.

"Alright, I get it. She can't stay here and neither can we. But we gotta get her out first. I'll get her back to the FOB and take some of the wounded with me. Stay here with the rest, I'll come back when she's safe got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Jenkins, Powell, Rosario! With me we're taking this girl back to base!" A chorus of affirmations rose to meet him as he took a few careful steps towards the girl. He removed his pack and set his rifle against the stone.

"Hi there," He squatted down before her attempting to look at her face, she refused to meet his eyes. "My name's Ernie. What's yours?" He gave her a smile.

^"Isabella."

"Isabella? That's a pretty name. A pretty name for a pretty girl." He caught the slight movement of her lips as they twitched upwards for just a moment, and a trace amount of color rushed to her pale cheeks. In that same moment her eyes met his; her blood red eyes. Ice ran through his veins and a chill went up his spine. He shivered but otherwise suppressed the sensation. "Can I pick you up? We need to get you out of here. It isn't safe." Isabella give a tiny nod and that was all Savage needed. He put his arms around her waist and lifted her up. By instinct her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He felt a fresh lance of pain as her cold hand found his shrapnel wounds. Isabella gasped and recoiled beginning to squirm in his arms. He shushed her and directed her to wrap her arms around his neck. It took her a moment but she calmed down. Once she was secure in his arms, she buried her face against his neck; her warm breath sending goosebumps pimpling across his skin. He stood and began to move to the mouth of the cave.

"Salter let me borrow your helmet." Savage did not wait for a response before he reached down and took a helmet from one of the wounded men. He placed it on Isabella's head and before he could make any adjustments it slid down obscuring her eyes. Isabella tried to remove the helmet but Savage stopped her and began fiddle with the chinstrap, drawing it as tight as he could to provide her with a snug fit and ensure it wouldn't fall off.

"Let's move!" He shouted the order and broke into a jog, feeling Isabella bounce in his arms. He adjusted his hands to keep one on her back to keep her from moving too much. Their hiatus in the cave allowed the main line of Crimson time to move forward, meaning there was far less artillery and fire being thrown against the party as they rushed to the safety of the Crimson base.

They did not know how long they ran for. It couldn't have been more than fifteen or twenty minutes. The party arrived out-of-breath, but no worse for the wear. Savage moved with as much care as he could muster as he disentangled the frightened girl from his upper body, and set her on the ground. She refused to move, staring wide-eyed at the bustling hub of activity. He knelt down and pulled the helmet off her head and swept her bangs out of her face. He presented his hand to her, which she accepted after a moment's hesitation, and he led her towards a medical tent. A few nurses rushed to greet them fretting over the frightened girl.

Isabella plastered herself against Savage's side hiding her face against his thigh as the nurses crooned over her. He knelt down to try and talk with her, for the first time taking in her appearance in the sunlight. Her skin and hair were both as white as snow, but she was covered in dirt, dust, and grime. Her long hair was tangled, matted, and dirty.His heart skipped a beat as he noticed the blood covering her left hand, forearm, and sleeve, but then he let out a sigh of relief as he realized it was his own. He wrapped his arms around her and tried to comfort her.

"These nice ladies are gonna look after you ok Isabella? They'll take care of you until we can find your Mom and Dad. I know you're scared but I need you to to brave for me ok?" She turned her face to meet him. Savage felt a wave of calm wash over him as he looked into her big red eyes.

^"Ok." Her meek voice squeaked out of her throat. He wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace. After a moment she reciprocated the movement. Before pulling away he paused and kissed her forehead, then turned her towards the nurses that fidgeted a few feet away, and with a gentle nudge incited her to move towards them.

The nurses flocked about her like so many mother hens and led her into a hospital tent. Savage watched her, waiting for her to disappear out of his sight. Before she did, Isabella turned around and cast one last look at him. He gave her a smile and a wave, then turned and led his squad back to the front.

#Beryl Studios, Laedon, Turquoise Moors

Scott MacGregor paced back and forth in his office. With the loss of Beryl Studios Daja, he was hard pressed to fill his quota of television shows for the Crimson territories. He greenlit a number of reality shows of dubious quality, such as How Long Can People Stare At Paint Drying and The Furry Experience, but none of them was deemed worthy of the timeslot leading into the popular show Marshal Rockdale's Correspondence. He slammed his fist on the table. If only those Daja traitors didn't keep Frog Families and Periwinkle Vice for themselves! Then I wouldn't be in this mess. I'm done, I'm fucking done. I'll just approve the next thing I see and be done with it.

The next thing he saw was a pitch for a children's show called Harvey And Friends. MacGregor burst out laughing when he saw it. Of course this is the first thing I see. Whatever. Fuck it. The reaction to this shit being played in primetime is worth my losing my job.

"A-hoo-hoo-hoooo kiddies!" Harvey the Crimson Dinosaur burbled, "We're going to have fun today!"

"Yay!"

Harvey skipped to a giant toybox.

"Aren't toys fun? Let's play! A-hoo-hoo-hoooo!"

"Yay!"

Harvey and the kids spent about 5 minutes playing. Afterward, Harvey jumped to his feet.

"Let's sing the sharing song! A-hoo-hoo-hoooo!"

"Yay!"

♫"It's good to share

So that everyone gets a turn

Unless they're an Emerald

In which case they burn!"♫

"Good job kiddies! Now, I have a very special surprise for you! A-hoo-hoo-hooo!"

"Yay!"

Harvey and the kids skipped over to the back room. Muffled screams could be heard coming from the closet.

"A-hoo-hoo-hooo! Looks like one of them has come to. Guess that means he's the lucky winner!"

Harvey pulled the man out and wrestled him onto a gurney, which he quickly strapped the man into.

"You see that uniform? It's the uniform of the enemy, Emerald. We're all loyal Crimsons, so you know what that means? It means we get to kill him! A-hoo-hoo-hooo!"

"Yay!"

Harvey danced to a nearby shelf, on which there was a can of gasoline. He skipped back to the unfortunate Emerald soldier and started dumping the gasoline on him.

"Don't, don't do this!" the soldier begged, "Please!"

"He's begging for his worthless life. How pathetic! Of course, we aren't going to spare him! A-hoo-hoo-hooo!"

"Yay!"

"You're, you're sick! What the fuck is wrong with you, you psycho!"

Harvey viciously slapped the man.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Harvey bellowed, "THERE ARE CHILDREN PRESENT! You can't say bad words. Apologize!"

"Apologize? Really? Fuck you, asshole! Seriously, you're a fucking hypocrite! You can't kill people in front of children!"

Harvey laughed, "That's true. Unfortunately for you, Emeralds aren't people."

Harvey lit a match and set the man aflame.

"See, kiddies, can you hear him screaming? That's one less dirty Emerald! A-hoo-hoo-hooo!"

"Yay!"

A second Emerald soldier attempted to flee while they were watching the first burn. Harvey noticed and pressed a button on a remote. The tile underneath the soldier opened up and he fell into a pit of acid.

"Careful, kiddies! That's sulfuric acid, if you fall in there, you aren't coming out! Well, I guess we'll just have to move on to the last guy. I have something especially fun in mind for him! A-hoo-hoo-hooo!"

"Yay!"

The third man was still unconscious. He was already strapped upside-down to a wooden post.

"You see, kiddies, there's a reason he's upside down. In order to stay alive, we need blood to be pumped to our brains. By setting him upside down, gravity will keep more blood pooled in his brain area, so he won't die too fast from blood loss. A-hoo-hoo-hooo!"

Harvey skipped to his closet and pulled out an absurdly rusty chainsaw.

"Wake the dirty Emerald up! I need to see the fear in his eyes! A-hoo-hoo-hooo!"

"Yay!"

The kids threw some water on the soldier's face. He groggily came to, as Harvey revved his chainsaw.

"What, wait... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Harvey positioned the chainsaw between the man's legs, and began to cut deep into his crotch and into his abdomen.

"Don't forget to salt the wound, kiddies! A-hoo-hoo-hooo!"

"Yay!"

After the last soldier met his demise, Harvey skipped back to the toybox, with the kids following.

"Well, kiddies, it's the end of the episode. You know what that means, right? Time for the Harvey Song! A-hoo-hoo-hooo!"

"Yay!"

♫"I love you, you love me

We're a happy family

With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you

Won't you say you love me too?

I hate them, you hate them

They're sworn enemies like enemies should be

With a great big stab and a shot from me to them

Won't you say you hate them too?"♫

Empress Sahdee dropped her remote out of disbelief out of what she just watched.

"What was that!? Ugh, that was disgusting. What were they thinking putting that on the air? Send out a contract for that dinosaur's head! I won't allow this garbage in Crimson!"

Masked finished tinkering with the TV in the Vanquish's officer stateroom.

"Finally! Now we can watch Marshal Rockdale's Correspondence without resorting to downloading a shitty torrent of a phone recording."

Morgan laughed, "It's literally the only TV show I know of in Crimson."

"Yeah. Sucks that we have to wait half an hour for it to start, though. I'm going to get a bite to eat. You in?"

"Nah, I already ate. I guess I'll just watch this Crimson TV for now."

As Masked was returning from his meal, he saw Morgan running to the bathroom. He heard her vomit and decided to ask her what was wrong.

"It's horrible!" she sobbed, "Whoever thought that show was a good idea should be shot!"

"Oh, come on, it can't be that bad."

"Just watch it."

Masked returned to the stateroom just as the chainsaw scene was playing.

"It is that bad. What the fuck is wrong with Crimson?"

After the split-off, the rebels have been adamant on their position of being the Periwinkle successors, however that can't be true as long as the current monarch (empress Sahdee) lives. With that being said, it has been wrongly assumed that Crimson aims to restore the Periwinkle Kingdom, and while that would increase our legitimacy, it is in no way progressive. We aim to move the world forward, not cling on to tradition.

After we're done re-unifying the continent of Chroma, we aim not to proclaim New Periwinkle, but to create a new dynasty of Crimson. The Emerald rebels may have the name "Periwinkle" however it will no longer have the legitimacy of her majesty Sahdee looming over it.

While it is true that Emerald is the legitimate successor of Periwinkle, with Sahdee being replaced by Prince Lolz one the war has been won, it absolutely associates itself with the title of Periwinkle. Emerald will build a new Periwinkle. The new thing to strive to be is to be an improved Periwinkle. After the Federation is done unifying the continent of Chroma, it will move on to proclaim the new dynasty of Periwinkle and "Periwinkle" will regain all the legitimacy it once had.

While it is true that Crimson is the legitimate successor of Periwinkle, with Sahdee remaining queen-empress of the realm, it in no way associates itself with the title of Periwinkle. Crimson is the new Periwinkle. The new thing to strive to be is Crimson. After the Empire is done unifying the continent of Chroma, it will move on to proclaim the new dynasty of Crimson and "Periwinkle" will lose any legitimacy it once had.

Boom background lore.

This is a footnote to the Complete Guide to VU's segment on the Tang Factory, which mentions the existence of the Tang Colonies. As it's a fun environment to work with I decided to write this lore so I could use the Tang Colonies stuff before nfmienfuchostsateiuystan turns Kingston into the Shadow Realm or whatever. 

Following the Good Tyme Olde Tyme Crazy Crap Store Corporation's merger with the Tang Corporation in 10 AF, the two companies have gone from strength to strength as the famous drink rose to prominence in Chroma. By the end of the Third War, Kingston had been left conquered and administered under Governor-General of the Kingstonian Colonies Maggie Thatcher, who, as part of a programme of rigorous privatisation, sold the entire territorial government of Tangerium, San Naranja, Tango Fields and Scarlata Pinpinela and all state-owned assets within them to the GTOTCCS Corp in 47 AF, leading to the creation of The Tang Colonies.

The GTOTCCS consolidated its effective fiefdom within Kingston by buying out all the agricultural land suitable for the cultivation of citrus fruits it could get its hands on; In 54 AF the colonial government of Kingston gave the GTOTCCS autonomy within Kingston as the South Kingston Special Administrative Region, which included permission to issue compulsory purchase orders on land it controlled as well as raise and equip an independent military force. The result was that within 10 years GTOTCCS controlled almost 78% of land within the SKSAR and accounted for 89% of GDP; Of this, 68% was derived from the fruits of Tang-farming and the remainder came from administration of the region and the equipment of the SKSAR Defence Forces.

The Great Division in 75 AF had led to a breakdown of order within Kingston as Governor-General Thatcher lost much of the funding, as well as the Periwinkle military support, needed to maintain such a large and restless colony. In an attempt to hold onto limited control Thatcher granted independence to regions of Kingston considered sufficiently developed to act on their own; Thus, the SKSAR gained independence as the Tangerium Free State. The TFS declared neutrality regarding the Chroman Civil War, prioritising the defence of its own considerable territory against warlords who were popping up rapidly in the collapsing remains of the Kingstonian Colonies, and, having repelled an attempted incursion by Vuorian warlords loyal to Olaf Olaffson in early 76 AF, remains one of the few remaining functional governments on the continent. Tangy.

In the territory of Snooland, among the lush green grasses, lies a gigantic complex of buildings. Lying outside the great urban conglomeration of Snooland, the Chroman Academy of Liberal Arts has for long been one of Chroma's finest institutions of higher learning. Although despised by the other more technologically proficient institutes, the Academy has produced the large number of famous people in the history of Chroma, into whose history we shall not discuss.

The Chroman Academy of Liberal Arts was firmed in the year 46 AF, by Professor Timbo Lawrence, previously of the warden of a small school in the city. His belief was that Chroma's populace was massively undereducated, and to reduce this illiteracy, he would have to do his part. Therefore, the Academy begin it's life as the Reconciliation College , which is the oldest member of the Academy. A neoclassical building, it was hailed for its design.The initial years were slow, but by the year 50 AF, the Reconciliation College had become renown among the members of the Snoolnader populace for it's high quality of learning, and also the fact that it had free food. Larger numbers of students than ever before started to join the college. The first Dean, Timbo Lawrence ordered the construction of a second college to accommodate all the new students. Thus, Blackstone College was formed, so called because of it's distinctive black paint, which is accentuated by it's baroque design, with gold tops and dutch gables.Therefore the Chroman Academy of Liberal Arts was formed. The curriculum of the Academy consisted various subjects, from economics to political science. All students were obligated to take one major, along with 2 minors, one of them being a research subject. Such an environment created the expected result, political activism

The first famous student of the Academy was Roland Trombone, who obtained a degree in anthropology from Reconciliation College, then went to the Vermilion Union to start a small regional party, that eventually shook Chroma. But first, we must see what made Roland Trombone the man he was. Mr. Trombone, as we said, studied anthropology. He did so with great fervour. He was not exactly a hit with the women. Regardless of these deficiencies, Mr Trombone wrote a highly influential thesis, titled "The Inherent Failure of Seriousness", which contends that all human suffering has an anthropological cause, that is, seriousness. Such radical ideas didn't win him many supporterd in conservative Snooland, which was still being wreaked by internal conflict. Disappointed with Snooland, Trombone went away to VU to pursue his goals.

But it didn't ended there. A year after Trombone left, a growing contingent of students forced the Academy to build another college, known as Unity College. It was this college that'd prove the hotbed of political activity, with many a great event happening here. Roland Trombone, to pay respect to his former university, accepted an offer to open the large palatial edifice made of sandstone, which gave it a distinctive ochre hue. Once there, however, Roland begin to recruit students to his cause, which now had a name, the Silly Party, which had merged with Roland's party (name unknown). The students, tired of the constant pressure put on them by demanding tutors, were dazzled by Roland's ideas, and therefore a large number of qualified people, who believed in turning the Silly Party into a legitimate political organisation supporting right wing federal nationist ideals.

Therefore, the Emerald movement was formed.

Meanwhile, a reaction was brewing against the growing power of the Students Goate Alliance (as the party was now known a sthe Happe Goate Alliance). The resistance first stemmed from the influential student Maurice LeFay, who was infamous for leading a left wing student organisation known as the "Red Alliance", more commonly known as the Reds. The Reds spread mayhem and terror, and for a time, Snooland feared to venture outside their homes. However, the Reds finally sickened of their terror, and turned into a legitimate left-wing student body, known as the Crimson League. This is the first documented use of the name Crimson in Chroman politics. The Crimson League grew in size and stature, and began to represent the general opposition against the Student's Goate Alliance, which came to be known, colloquially, as the Emeralds by now (again, the first documented use of the word in Chroman politics). Both organisations tore at the very heart of the Academy, and threatened to bring war to the island. The Crimson League eventually became the paramilitary wing of the Opposition to the Happe Goate Alliance, and the name was adopted by the Opposition to create the Crimson Alliance.

A new twist was introduced into the tale when the Academy became the base of the polytheistic Neo-Romuvan cult, which professed a belief in pagan Wiccan traditions. The religion soon grew, and spread across the university, due to it's simplicity and lack of religious text. The basic ideals believe in ancestor worship, and a basic respect for nature. The religion soon spread, carried across by students who soon assimilated into Snooland, turning it into the largest denomination in Snooland. Due to it's emphasis on ancestor worship, it was considered seditious, as a they were believed to be orangered sympathizers. But lobbying by various groups prevented the religion from being banned, and it has now begun it's spread across Chroma, as well as the few remnants of Kingston, and hopes to bring simple worship to everyone.