Reincarnation of the Queen

"So this box goes to Lily. This box goes to Mickey. This one to Marcus." I counted out loud. "Now where did that last box go?" I asked myself as I walked backwards. "Umph!" A scream ripped through my throat as my legs hit the bag of what felt like a large trunk. "Margaret Millicent Moonacre, dear, are you okay?" My grandma asked while she ran upstairs to the attic, where I was.

"I found an old trunk up here!" The bones in my hands moved towards the locks. My hands drifted over the large, brass locks on the front of the old trunk. "Why I haven't seen that old thing in seven decades!" Saying that my grandma was surprised would be an understatement. She knelt down beside my larger frame.

"This trunk has been in our family for over one thousand years. It is said that there was once a king and queen who lived in what is now Northern Sweden. They loved each other very much, so much that that the king made a number holidays, kingdoms, and castles for the queen. One day a kingdom from Belarus declared war on the Sweden king and his kingdom. While the war was going on outside, and the king was busy fighting, a spy for the Belarus kingdom came into the master bedroom and killed the queen along with her unborn child. Even though the king won the war the love of his life had died and he became desperate to have her and the child back to life. So in order to bring his queen and child back to life he made a deal with a witch, Lilith. Lilith's deal was that the king would have his family back but they would be brought back to life in the early twenty first century. Now the king did not agree with this because he would be dead by the early twenty first century. However, Lilith said she could give him, the queen, and the child the curse of immortality if the king worked for her until the twenty first century. After the king heard that he agreed." My grandma said with a certain amount of darkness. "Is that all?" I asked. You see I was always very interested in history, especially kings and queens. "I suppose so." She replied "That story is just an excuse to keep this old trunk. You know the trunk doesn't even open. It never has." My grandma added with a sigh. "I want to try and open it!" The words came out of my mouth without a thought and they were very true.

"Go ahead, try it." My grandma challenged. I shuffled closer to the trunk. My hands had barely brushed along the locks when, CRANK! CRANK! CLICK!, the locks snapped open. "Ahhhhhhh!" My grandma and I screamed. "Holy Mooshrooms!" I said in an undertone.

Inside the trunk was five beautiful ball gowns decorated with real crystals and fine lace. Three sets of necklaces, bracelets, earrings and normal rings. Off to the side of the trunk were a pair of crystal high heeled shoes. To the right on top of the dresses was an amazing gemstone and diamond crown looking like it weighed at least three pounds. To the left on top of the dresses was a painting of the queen.

The queen had long blonde hair, light blue eyes with a dark blue ring around them. She had fair skin with light freckles dusting her face, neck and shoulders. Her nose was button like and her cheekbones and jawline looked like they could cut steel. She was an all around goddess in her light blue off the shoulder ball gown.

I pulled out the painting and crown and gingerly laid them on the floor. Then I pulled out a dress that was a bold blood red and held it up to my body. "Try it on." Grandma urged. "Alright." My smiling giving away that I was going to whether she wanted me to or not. I quickly slipped the dress on and to my surprise it fit like it was tailored for me. Then I put on the silver crystal heels and crown. My reflection looked like the queen in every way.

By now my grandma had went downstairs to look for a camera. I was lightly trailing my fingers along the fabric of the dress when I heard "My Queen." In a thick Irish accent. The dress flowed around me when I turned to look at the owner of the voice. It was a man in a long black coat and a fancy tailored suit. Immediately I knew who he was and who I was, really that is. "My King!"

"You're supposed to be dead." My voice quivered. "I could say the same thing to you." The king, Leonard Alexander McCoy, replied. "Princess Margaret Millicent Moonacre. The only child born to King John Moonacre and Queen Theodosia Moonacre. Married to King Leonard Alexander McCoy and mother to Michelle Marie Moonacre." Leonard stalked towards where I was standing as he said this. "I wish. You and I both know that I lost the child when i killed." I almost couldn't finish the sentence. "Don't cry love. I have something you will want to see." Leonard shushed me and wiped my tears away. When he stepped to the side of me I could see a child standing on the other side of the room. Our daughter. Megan Marie Moonacre. She had light blonde hair that she had gotten from me and big brown doe eyes from her father. Megan looked at me intently as she said, "Hey Momma!"