Casting Shadows (a Creepypasta book)

Icy's backstory (BONUS CHAPTER)

(The picture is Emily, Icy before she turned.) So i thought some of you might enjoy this, this is Icy's backstory! I'll do others for a request or something or just is I feel like it. Enjoy, it's all in Icy's point of view btw. Oh and... If there is some random stuff I have re watched all the doctor who for like the twentieth time and so like. Yeah. Oh and question, if you've seen the show who's your favorite girl [in doctor who]?

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How dare he look at me like he owns me! My father looked at me from across the room, telling me to bow, I rolled my eyes and did a curtsy for the Grand Duke, more like grand dork with those glasses on his face. I laughed to myself before going and sitting next to my mother, my father on the other side of her. They're smells battling each other, my mother smelled of Apple blossoms from our garden, she often spent time out there, now that I am sixteen I go out and help her sometimes, mom never let's the servants harvest them, she says there's no point for them to when we have our own hands and feet, it's better than planting the garden, all that mud would mess up my dress. Dad smelled of beer, though the substance wasn't allowed in the kingdom, only fancy wines mother enjoyed, the intoxicating smell of dad was smothered by mothers, leaving me with a happy scent. I breathed in, leaning back slightly, letting the scent enter my lungs then exhale.

"It's getting late honey, you should go to sleep." My mother told me, looking over at me as she smiled, I agreed. Guards walked over to me as mother stayed, having her afternoon tea with father, then he shall leave for the day off to another kingdom for business he said I wouldn't understand. I laid awake in bed, my imagination wondering far, to far to reach and bring back for a sound sleep. I heard talking from the other room, soon it turned to yelling, I heard a teacup smash, hurried footsteps that had to be my mothers clicking shoes and everything silent, finely I closed my eyes, sleep engulfing me.

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A week has passed since father left, mother barely gets out of bed, apparently father had left mother, calling her names, telling her all her flaws. Father. That name doesn't fit him. James. Yes. That's better. I got out of bed as usual, the servants got me my clothes, my crown, and my throne. That's right my throne. With mother depressed I had taken over the throne, I was beginning to become impatient with her groping.

"Anything you would like us to do ma'am?" A servant asked, walking up to me. I looked at her, biting my lip I agreed with myself it had to be done. I couldn't wait till they are over ripe, even in the freezing weather they will grow.

"Pick the apple blossoms." I said flatly, leaning back in the throne, I waited to see my mother come and object but no sounds were heard.

"Ma'am it's freezing." The serpent pleaded, I nodded.

"I supposed your right." I agreed, closing my eyes lightly, I had a splitting head ache.

"Go check on mother." I told her, she nodded and left the room. I pulled a book that sat next to me into my lap and began reading till I was interrupted by screams. Standing up from the chair I ran to my mothers room, servants began following after me, I looked to the side to see the one I had sent to check on mom was up against the wall. Dead. I gasped and ran into the room, mother was laying on the bed, her legs swung off as if she were about to stand up and run. I pt my hand over my mouth and turned around, unable to look anymore, I walked out quickly and left the castle.

!>!>!>!>happier time skip<!<!<!<!<(She's now 20)
"Emily, your hair is to blonde to be true." Gavin told me, I laughed as he ran his hand through my more white than blonde hair. I laughed before pulling from his grip.

"Correct." I agreed, he stood up, forcing me to too, his face changed as if someone was talking to him but no one was around and I wasn't speaking, he started walking to the door. I stood up and walked after him, "Gavin! Gavin where are you going?!" I yelled at him, I grabbed his arm as he opened the door, wind hit me forcing me back some as I released him.

"I have to." He mumbled, I shook my head as I stood up.

"Stop! At least put on your jacket!" I called, he shook his head again.

"No time." He mumbled again as he walked into the snow. I ran after him till he got into the middle of the garden he turned around.

"Gavin!"

"Where am I?" He asked.

"Come on! I don't know what's gotten into you just come on Gavin!" I yelled as I struggled through the snow. The blizzard picked up until I couldn't even see my hand when I held it up in front of me, the wind slapped my face as I walked, I could here screams in the distance I felt a tear fall mowing it was Gavin's, all I wanted to do was help him, who was doing all this? I fell over into the snow and stayed there. I didn't attempt to get up knowing I'd fail. My heart was frozen through yet it continued to beat.

Thump. Thump. Thump... Thump. I let out a breath. Knowing it was possibly my last. I watched till the white missed disappeared in the start night before closing my eyes.

"Gavin..." I mumbled lightly, using up all my hair. I could feel myself sitting there but I knew I was dead, my body was literally frozen. My hair was lined and snow flakes, a crown laying on the side of me sideways, also frozen. I felt myself die but I was still alive at the same time. My eyes stayed close for what felt like a eternity till something weird happened. The snow around began to feel warm, I turned my head, seeing snow still piled beside me and above me. I sat up in it, feeling like it was normal for me to be cold. I sat up and looked around, the blizzard was dying down as I sat up, as it it was calming as it saw me. Confused to be alive I looked at my hand, my skin was now white as snow, my fingernails naturally turned light blue, I smiled at the beautiful colors. I stood up, my once white dress had turned black. I turned around to see man blocking my view of the castle.

"Hello." He said as if it was normal for a tall, skinny, faceless man to be standing in front of me.

"Hello is not a proper introduction. This is. I am Icy Royalty." I then bowed, unsure where I got the name from but I liked it.

"Fine fine. I am the all fabulous Trenderman." He declared back, I laughed, glancing down at his sweater vest and scarf.

"Sure. Now, please, tell me what has happened."

"You've been part dead for awhile now, anyway, I know nothing about you except your name and that you are now a creepypasta."

"A Creepypasta?"

"Yes."