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Who?

"Who is Isabella ? Who's Emile !? I don't know anymore!" She sighs and looks over at them.

"5 years later.."

she stands outside the house in the playground like before. Emile is running around playing and laughing by herself while teasing the butler into playing with her.
"Pleeaaasseeee! Come on let's play!!"
"I'm sorry ma'am but I cannot. Father's rules"
"Oohhh come on!" She pouts at him, giving puppy eyes, desperate for him to join.
"I'm sorry ma-" the father walks out and Emile starts shouting and running towards him. "Daddy! Daddy! Please can Denis play!" He smiles as she hugs his legs, patting her head. "Now now Emile calm down. He can play but only if you be careful okay?" She smiles
"yay!!" Then runs towards Denis the butler. "Let's play!!" Grabbing his hand and running off with him.
"He was always my best friend wasn't he ?" She smiles to herself.
"It was so fun. I made the most of it."
Her smile fades.
"Wait.. how would I remember that..?" She has another flash back.

"Come on Isabella! We have to dance at the party or else it's not a party!"
Isabella rolls her eyes and snarls.
"Honey," She turns around and looks at her, finger under her chin with a little smirk.
"You go up there and dance, everyone will love to see your dance moves." Emile's eyes glow up.
"Really!?"
Isabella laughs.
"Yea cause it's like watching a clown preforming for us live."
She keeps laughing and turns back around, continuing getting ready. Emile looks down frowning.
"Oh.. okay.." she walks away.
"She was such a cruel heartless bitch to me.. I never saw that till now. I thought she was so cool and strong.."

It's later that night at the party. The king and queen are sitting in their special seats. The princesses sit in theirs. Isabella looks at Emile and smirks, plotting a plan. Everyone starts arriving, family and friends from overseas, other side of the country, everyone. Emile seems happy, she wants to meet everyone since she's never seen them before, it's her first party apart from her child ones, this is a grown up party. A few hours pass and everyone's having fun , helping themselves to the buffet, drinks, everyone's talking. Apart from Isabella. She's sitting alone by the fountain. She holds a glass full of wine, taking a sip every few minutes. "Isabella! Why aren't you inside partying?" Emile runs out the door towards her on the balcony. Isabella turns around and gives her a cold stare.
"I don't want to. I don't like people." She continues drinking as she faces forward trying to ignore her.
"Come on it's fun! You'll love it! People want to see you!" Isabella starts to smirk a bit.
"Really? Hm.." Emile's face lights up.
"Yes! Please come join!" She pouts. Isabella pats her head.
"Will do." She stands up off the fountain side and makes her way inside, followed by Emile. "Ugh so many people." She mutters to herself. "I hate it."
"Come on it's not that bad !" Emile walks faster to go closer to her side. Isabella rolls her eyes. Maybe I can embarrass her in front of everyone. Yea.. that sounds good. She thinks to herself. She looks around and her face lights up. That's it! I'll trip her up and she'll fall into the table! She tries to hide her smirk.
"Hey Emile what's that?" She points st something on the table.
"Oh that's-!" She walks towards the table.
It's my moment.
She sticks her foot out and trips her up, making her fall onto the table, spilling the drink and food. Everyone turns around and gasp, some running over to help. Everyone looks at Isabella with anger knowing she had done it, as she's laughing at her.

Over the years Isabella has been doing cruel things to Emile, humiliating her. Though the karma for that is for everyone to hold a grudge upon her, filled with despite and disgust.

It got so far Isabella couldn't live there anymore. She started arguing with her parents because they found her behaviour appalling.
"I don't care anymore! I'm leaving this f**king place!"
"Isabella you can't just leave."
"Watch your tone with us young lady." Her mother says, hands on her hips.
"Oh yea well just watch me." She storms off to her room, packing her things without a slight feeling of guilt. Without hesitation she carries her bags and storms out her room.
"Isabella! Where.. are you going?" She looks at her bags and then her face.
"I'm leaving. What does it look like I'm throwing some party?" She gives her a hateful stare.
"No! You can't leave we need you here!" Emile cries. Isabella laughs.
"As if they need me. I'll be on my way now. Goodbye." She stares at her with a deathly look as she walks away, and out the door.

A few years went by as they lived without Isabella. The queen got very sick and was on her last lines. She was later diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. Her body could no longer fight it and so she sadly passed on, leaving Emile in even more distraught as her father was suffering from loss of the love of his life it left a deep, deep hole in his heart. Seeing him in such pain hurt Emile even more. Sooner or later it was due to happen but she wasn't prepared. There was even more pressure because since the queen died and the oldest daughter ran off, she was left to be next in line to take lead of their country. The father needed a break from his work and so it was all on Emile.

One night, while Emile was gathering her papers from her table in her family's personal library, the silence making her every sound echo, was about to run to her room as she was finished her hard work she has done all day. Exhaustion took over, her eyes as dark as the night sky, she hasn't had much sleep lately from all the work, though she tries her best. It's not just the work, she stays up late worrying, thinking about her mother, her father, her sister, the people, everything. It keeps her up till sunrise which is when she's awoken to her daily duties. Stress. She walks into her room, closes the door, slams all her papers carelessly onto her bedside table and collapses on her bed. A heavy sigh escapes her lips as she closes her eyes for a few seconds to then get back up and change into her nightwear. She rubs her eyes and lets out a yawn, walking to her balcony to close the curtains. As she grabs them she takes one good look at the view before closing them and lifting her bed sheet to then climb under and curl up, passing out within seconds.

It's a normal day. Except...I'm here, sitting at the dinner table, with my family. My mother, father and sister. They're all acting normal, like, my sister is too? She's not angry our as sour faced as usual. Somethings wrong. But.. I'm enjoying the time I have here. I miss them and how happy we could've been together. It was like heaven.
"Have some more tea sis." Isabella clicks her fingers and the tea pot levitates off the table, I dared not to question. The pot comes closer and starts pouring into my tea cup. It then slips slightly and burns my hand.

"Ow!" Emile cries as she pulls her hand back quick and waving it around the air to cool it.
"Sorry sister." She begins to look up slowly as the room darkens.
"Sometimes we're meant to burn." She stares at her, eyes as dark as the corners of the room. Pitch black. Shivers sent up Emile's spine as black tentacles begin to swarm their way from behind Isabella towards Emile, slowly wrapping around her arms and her neck, making her stiff and unable to move. Emile was screaming yet not a single noise escaped her lips. All there was, was a ringing so strong it could turn you deaf just by thinking of it.
"I'm coming for you now don't you worry." A horrible, spine shivering, shriek of a demonic voice was over powering.

In a click of a finger she woke up with her heart pounding in her chest. The voice just kept ringing and ringing through her head. She sits up and looks towards the curtains, to quickly then run over and opening them, looking out for anything.

"She's coming back.."

She dressed in her daily outfit and ran down the stairs, preparing everyone for the trouble she knew was coming. She sat down at the dining table, breakfast placed in front of her. She scoffs her food and her father comes to the table, sitting down across from her.
"Uhm.. darling are you sure.. you're not.. overreacting ?"
She stops and stares at him.
"Would you rather I DIDNT do anything about it or take it as a sign?!" She slams her hand on the table as she stands up. "We could possibly die and be attacked unprepared whereas if we're prepared now we'll less likely die!"
"C-calm Down sweetheart I'm sorry! It just sounds a little crazy you're listening to a nightmare you had.."
She death stares at him as she slowly sits back down, sitting for a while with her eyes closed, letting out a sigh. "I know. It's weird but you never know."