I Am Part Ice And Light

5. Celestria

Princess Celestria's POV: (Day of the announcement)

I look into a black endless hole of a hallway. I hear my heels click and clack with every step I take feeling my whole body tense and flex with frustrating anger and I feel shocking adrenaline running down my back as I feel the lace on my back run against my skin in the freezing tunnel. I lift my hand up in a curled talon manner and I feel the heat in my hand ignite into a handful sized fire in my hand to help guide my way. I feel my vision start to blur from the seeming hopeless tunnels underneath the castle. I take a deep breath and I go to the right side of the wall and I touch the dust clay brown walls. I feel all the dust and dirt in the air and I feel a fuzzy feeling in my head and my face and I deeply breathe then I Release it all through a sneeze . I hear it echo down the hallway probably startling anything else in the tunnel. I quickly run my nose and I redirect my focus. I touch the wall feeling all no longer living things throughout the tunnel. Whether it's a wallflower or a spiderweb. I feel a shock of air run through my lungs then a hot burning sensation in my core and I close my eyes. I feel all the energy shoot though my back and out. Then the tunnel lights up from all the bits and pieces in the tunnel and makes little fires throughout. I look out of the tunnel and I meet with three other possible paths. I feel my hands and body shake from my blurred enmity coursing through my veins constantly. I take another deep breath to calm down. I tiptoe in my heels to the first tunnel on the right and I try to relax my left leg. I place it in front of me lightly to feel vibrations on the floor leading me to the most crowded part of the castle. I lightly feel. Nothing. I go to the next one in the middle and I feel a little something almost a thump. I go to the last one on the far left and I feel a light tap. Then I speed walk to the middle and quickly run into it hearing the tapping of my heels. I start to hear the echoing laughter of young girls upstairs and I start to slow down my pace into a normal pace walk. I walk until I reach an abandoned painting feel within the tunnels where I can still hear young girls speaking together. I ignite a flan in my hand once again and I hold it up to the painting to get a clearer view. It was the only thing not set on fire. I look up into it and I feel lungs still as stone heavy in my chest and my hands as cold as ice. I glance at it once more. I see my mother, 'father', sister and I as children. This painting is probably 30 years old. The wooden frame is old with paint peeling and parts of the paint faded with few cuts along the outline with cobwebs along the corners. I look at my 'father'. I look into his light icy blue eyes with light tinted skin with an oval shaped face with his chin curling out a little bit with light blonde hair and a bear so thick you'd believe he was born with it and as tall as a door frame. He wore a red cape covering his whole upper body with a golden crown with all types of jewels on it and gold bracelets and necklaces. I touch and feel my straight long black hair on my almost bare light skinned shoulders. Why didn't she want him anymore? What did he do? With him on his side in a chair is my mother. I look at her with a tense look in my soul. I feel sparks flick in my left hand with rage so thick I feel my vision blur a bit with thick salty water forming in my eyes. I look deep into my mother's endless stare on the painting as if she could see me. She had long soft blonde hair that reached the top of her elbows in soft natural curls. Her soft light skin is almost like ice with light pink cheeks and her piercing ocean blue eyes like my sister's. How long has it been since I've seen the ocean? Her long small nose that helped shape her oval face that shaped into a heart at the top with the shape of her hair. I glance at her long light blue gown almost the same as my sister's. Why did everything have to be the same with everybody? The top of the dress cut in the middle of her chest with light pearl jewel beading all over the top of her dress on the white champagne silk part of her gown that ran down the middle and ended at her waist with the rest of the blue fabric covering her bottom half. I look at her hands and they're holding both mine and my sister's in a calm and gentle stance with a blank expression on her face but her eyes screamed confliction. I look at my sister who's a good 10 years older. She's already a young woman who's height reached 'father's shoulder. She looked almost identical to my mother but her eyes were a deep ocean blue that kept a peaceful kind touch to them. She had a long light blue dress almost the same as our mothers yet without the pearls and champagne silk. Her hair was tied loosely in the back and she stood on our mothers left. Then I look at myself. I was the youngest and the smallest of the group. I was a little girl probably like 5 years old. I had a white puffy dress with white pearls and petals all over and my hair in a little bun. I'm the only one smiling. Everyone else looks somber like a funeral picture. I look into my face and see my big dark brown eyes and long dainty eyelashes with my light pink cheeks like my mothers with my little curly lips smiling ear to ear. I have my chin pointing down and pulling my hands together as if I'm holding in a laugh as I'm holding my mother's hand gently. I look into a young man's eyes in the painting and I look at my hands with my hands aflame. I feel my shoulder muscles drop in quiet shame as if something is retreating behind my back and drooping like wings almost. I focus my attention on her eyes and I feel my eyes start to water from my self inflicted heartbreak thinking about everything that happened. I look at little me and think 'She could do better'. I hear a huge sound of laughter and people stomping their feet a few feet from upstairs. I quickly pass the painting in long strides and I see a ceiling hatch for the room above and there's little but big enough to see through gaps of what's inside the room. I quietly look through the little gaps and see three young girls laughing and smiling together. One of them, which is probably the oldest, has long curly blonde hair that's almost white with light clear skin with a chin like my 'father's' with a small petite waist with a long light blue silk dress and she was smiling as if there was no tomorrow. As she was standing on a little pedestal while the seamstress was finishing her dress The youngest girl in the room was probably her sister because they had the same facial features but this only had ocean blue eyes with light brown hair that just passed her shoulders. That's a light curly too. She had almost the exact same dress on as her sister's but it was a light purple silk with silk buttons going down the middle from top to her lower waist. Then the last girl was obviously not related to them because she was shorter than them with straight pitch black hair that ran down her back with a small round race with pink cheeks with freckles and was curvier than the other girls. She wore a light pink dress that was almost identical to the other girls' dresses yet it was cut lower on her chest showing more. I hear footsteps coming into their room and I can't see their face yet but immediately everyone's expressions changed from young and laughter to calm and professional. The girl in the pink became silent as she sewed on the last hem and grabbed her little sewing kit and was about to leave the room and then I saw the figure's face. My sister. I feel a lump of anger in my throat and I feel my eyes get slightly misty and I feel my hands start to heat up. Fire. "Keona you can stay" says calmly as my sister raises her hand gently and slowly to her own ear height. Keona stops dead in her tracks as she was swiftly walking to leave the room but gently walks to an old thin wooden yarn chair and slowly sits on it as if she's walking on broken glass. The other 2 girls looked at their mother. The oldest tried her best to be assertive by looking into her eyes while the other one didn't even try and she just shyly looked at the floor. The oldest one spoke first. "What do you need, mother?" She spoke in a gentle and soft tone like her mother but with a hint of hesitation as if she would know what her mother would say. "Oh Taylor, it's nothing I just thought of spending a little time with you and your sister since we've been very busy planning your birthday ball" She still spoke in the calm and Collected voice she always had and smiled lightly and contently at the end of her sentence. It burned me to see her there. As if nothing happened, as if I never existed. As if I was never her sister. I felt my heart drop a little and I placed my left hand on the wooden wall that connected to the floor of the ceiling above me. I could only see through the very thin gaps between the floors and holes. This was the only room in the whole castle with wooden floors. I was never allowed in this room. For good fucking reason. I place my left hand on the wooden panel that connects to the wooden flooring above me and I watch my sister feeling my heart feel even heavier and my head spin and burn on her hair ends. I hear my sister speak again. "So as you know I need your help planning the....." I feel my heart beat faster and my arms start to shake from my utter furry and I start to feel my head spin and I feel a hateful burning feeling within my stomach and I start to feel my hands heat up. I feel my face start to ache from my scowl and I feel my whole body tense. Yet I'm still as a statue because if she sees me right now there's nothing I could do. I'm all by myself right now. I look at the three girls and they're just sitting there taking it like they care about what she's saying. I start to smell a smoky and ashy scent and it tears me away from looking at my sister. I quickly glance at my hand on the wall. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! My eyes shoot wide open from the little fire on the wooden panel. A little smile goes through the small cracks I'm the wooden floor and I close my eyes and cam down and feel a tingling feeling in the left side of my back and I calmly breath out and stop the fire completely. I hold my breath and I glance at my sister to see if she noticed. I look almost straight into her eyes and it feels like I've made eye contact but I hold my look to see what she does. She quickly looks away. I see her keep talking like nothing happened and she suddenly stops and sees a little of the smoke and stops dead in her tracks of speaking and politely gets us and asks the girls to leave the room for she forgot something on her mind and needed to rethink alone. The girls gladly obeyed obviously not wanting to ask what's wrong to not trigger her. The girls all leave together calmly eyeing my sister to see what was really wrong and I see the girl in pink furrowed her eyebrows and look really confused but she just shakes her head and walks away along with the princesses. I quickly back up from underneath the ceiling and my sister hurried over to where the smoke was coming from and gets on her knees to see if she could see through the little gaps. I see her glare her eyes and they start to glow a light blue and she whispers "Celestria". She drops her head and calls the guards "Yes, my Queen is everything alright". Her fingers start to curl around the wooden gaps and I see thick frost start to slowly cover the floor. "Where is the King" "Oh he is back from his trip from Longingsburg. He is coming off the boat right now, you know how he enjoys to help the sailors with their work" "Tell him to come to our chambers are soon as he touches land. I need to discuss an important matter. It is life or death." I just calmly watch my sister start to freak out over the thought of my presence in the castle and it puts a little smile on my face. I wish things could've been different but she made the choice to kill off everyone I love including herself. I hate to think of it but I still love my sister even when she took everything away from me. I don't know how to explain it but my hatred does. But it was her choice that ruined everything. I thought about just attacking right then and there but there's guards and they were not part of her choice. I know there's guards that would die in the part of trying to fight me but I'd rather have their pride kill them than have their blood on my hands. I just want her and her son.