The Fateful Tale of the Sisters Two

Blood

My name is Ela, and I'm nothing special. I have an average family of four, I dwell safe inside the protective walls of the kingdom like anyone else. I have hooves and a horn, not everyone had a horn, but most in my home city have them, so mainly unicorn population. I have the same blood that was passed down to everyone from the first of us. But my blood, though the same as anyone else's, did set me apart. My average family lived in the biggest house. My hoves walk places you can only dream of. My horn is bigger and has a set of wings to go with it. My blood is red. It is liquid. It is also royal. And I didn't know what that meant.

"Netty! Come out come out wherever you are!" I called into the intricate marble hallway. Silence. The only sound was my deep purple hooves clopping against the mosaic in the floor. This was my favorite game. "Annette, I'm coming!" I yelled at ten drapes. Empty. I looked up, was she flying? Clear sky's from here to the Fire Swamp. "Come out come out wherever you-" I heard I'd from the throne room, where we arn't allowed. I heard it again. A bloodcurrtling screech of agony. Pain. Fear. Against my better judgment I ran. To the scream. I wasn't anywhere near the throne room but still heard the terrible cry. I ran and ran until I couldn't anymore and then I kept going. I got there and saw my worst fear. Blood identical to mine, with two bodies lieing limp in its still warm bubbly pool. The two bodies were very different. One had a beutiful coat, almost appearing to be on fire, the fire now still, still and dead. Her empty eyes once held the light of the sun, her once fabulous sunset-purple mane tousled and stained with the blood once brining her life. The stallion next to her was midnight blue, the same as me, but he had iridescent black patches that shimmered the mysterious way darkness can. It was no clean murder, one of his wings was across the floor, the other missing many feathers. I would have gathered more details but other than the disgusting amount of gore there's nothing to note. The bodies were torn to shreds, it was terrible, I couldn't look at this... this... tragity my eyes welled, my vision blurred, and for who cares how long my screams joined Annette's. Who would do this, who could, who could have so much hate, corruption, why? Why did they take theese lives? Why did they steal from me my own, my only two parents? Why!

They were asleep, they, they must have been making... punch to surprise us and, and just got tired... they had to be. Then Annette screamed again. "Stop Netty, they... let them sleep you... you'll wake them... they'll wake up soon." I squeaked, not sure I believed myself, sure that I didn't. "No... nothing can wake them up ever ever again." My pained sister choked, her voice cracked with the crushing weight of her grief.

I sat there for a long time, I didn't cry, but I wanted to, it might have made it easier. Annette continued to scream out in agony. I couldn't do anything, so I just whispered to her. "It will be okay, I'm still here, I won't leave, they're in a better place..." I barely believed myself, but even though I was six, I understood I needed to be there for my sister, I could cry later. I don't know how long I sat there, curled up under Annette's white feathered wing, now red, stained with blood from the limp bodies of my parents. I cuddled into her damp coat of once white fur. Then she coughed, and I didn't care. Maybe I'd get sick but so what? My mom and my... it's so hard to say... my dad... they were... gone... She coughed again and I noticed somthing weird. Her body didn't move at all. I dislodged my self from her scared body, you could almost feel the pain in her flesh. I stood up from the cold ground and inched slowly towards the quivering body of my father. Annette stayed where she was, like a horrified statue staring unblinkingly at the nightmare come alive we just witnessed. My bones felt like stone as I crawled the few feet to my father's side. He coughed again, a terrible amount of blood poured from his mouth. His empty eyes lifted slowly "El- Ela..." he grunted before regurgitating more hot bubling blood. "It's okay, I'm here, we'll get you help, it-it will be fine, maby mom will be okay too, I-" "We both know it's to late..." he interrupted. A tear escaped my eye. "I love you... I don't know what I'll do without you, I need to learn to raise the moon, and to make stars... I need you... don't go... please..." I whispered afraid speaking to loud would make him die faster he looked at me in the most meaningful way I'd ever seen. "It'll be okay... go- go get... your... sis-sister..." he breathed, obviously in mortal agony. Annette stepped forward. "I'm here father... I'll always be here." He smiled, then winced and more body fluid exited via his mouth. "I love you both, as all our kingdom will, rule with kindness as equals together, stay close in memory of me, and stay your happy selves... I-I'm sorry I will nev-er be there to walk you down the isle o- or be your children's grandpa... I'm sorry to burden you with sadness, but keep our kingdom safe, together, and neither of you will be more important, because no matter what you will love each other... and you will help our subjects to share love... now... g-go and find who did the this to your mother and- and I. Stop them and ma-make sure they never hurt anyone else the way they hurt you two... I love both of..." His eyes became more empty than I thought they could, and he slowly let his head drift to the ground and he was gone. I'd never laugh with him or cry on him again. I'd never see him smile and then want to do nothing else but smile back. I'd never get to have the moments in life no one should loose. But I lost them. All of them. Forever...