Kingdom of Time (Watty's 2015)

Chapter 1

Innabelle gathered her courage, breathing in deeply. Today, was the day. She was finally going to tell Twila the truth about her birth. It was Twila's 14th birthday today, and with her ceremony of adulthood in two years Innabelle knew she had to tell Twila sooner, rather than later. She opened the door to Twila's room, and watched as Twila carefully applied her yellow paint just like she had taught her.

"Happy birthday sweetie!" said Innabelle.

"Thanks mom" Twila replied, without even turning her head.

A moment of silence passed before Innabelle spoke again,"I-I," she stuttered, "I have to tell you something." That got her attention. Twila put down her paint tub and brushes and scooted over on her bed to make room for her mother, anxious to hear what she had to say. Innabelle slowly sat down next to her daughter and started speaking. "You know how you wear this paint, Twila?"

"Of course," Twila replied, "You told me all dawn children had to wear it" here was the moment of truth.

"Twila sweetie, I-I'm sorry but that isn't true. I told you that so you wouldn't question why you covered your skin color. You, and only you, wear the paint because you aren't actually a child of dawn." Twila sat, stunned for a moment before speaking up.

"Then wh-what am I?" She asked, her voice quivering.

"Twila, you are a child of Twilight."

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Twila didn't know what she was feeling. Sadness, anxiety, betrayal and fear were forming a ball of sorts in her stomach. There was always a part of her that knew she was different, but she never would have guessed that she was a twilight child. But it made sense all the same. It explained a lot of things like why her skin was a pale blue, or why she could use basic magic and not morning magic. But although it did clear things up, it also made things scarier. She knew of the prophecy and the kings royal decree, so she knew that her and her mother would be killed if anyone found out.

Twila looked up at her mother, to find that she looked just as scared as her. Twila didn't know what else to do, so she picked up her paint and started applying it to her arms. Her mother got up and started heading out the door.

"I love you sweetie", She said, but Twila didn't reply, she didn't know how to after that revelation.

Innabelle left the room, and Twila continued to apply her paint. It had once seem like a fun thing, applying it, but now it felt ominous, as if not applying it right would kill her. She realized why she felt this way. It was because it was true.

Thanks for reading this far! The Prologue and first part of this chapter were from Innabelle's point of view, but from here on out it will be from Twila's point of view. Don't forget to remind me to keep writing!