1 Prologue

It wasn't as dramatic as I thought it was going to be. My death, that is. The way father explained it to me made it sound like I was going to be marched around people, made to be a spectacle. He begged me me to stay silent, for the sake of my family. When I cried, and begged for him to take me home like I promised he stared at me with cold blue eyes like ice. It looked like he wanted to wrap his hands around my throat and wanted to silence me himself. He delivered on his silent vow. Instead of paraded around, I was quietly chained to my cell. My mouth stung and tasted like blood. Instead of silenced by death, my father removed the wagging flesh that could have exposed him or save my pitiful life. Now my mouth was willed with blood, my tattered clothes barely clinging to my tiny frame.

'I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...' I speak, but all I could managed was tears flowing down my face. The dungeon was dark, barely lit by dim torches lining the walls. The only noise other than the eerie noise of my chains jingling was the dripping was water from the ceiling. It was cold, and my feet felt numb. The ground was wet underneath me, unable to move with my hands lifted above my head and unmoving. I could only wait, praying for salvation. I was a good daughter, I did everything I was told. I was filial, did everything I was told and supported my family in whatever they asked. Why was I being punished for those things? I supposed what they asked me lead to someone's death, but they told me that I would be safe. They would take care of me. I suppose when they said that, they meant a different meaning then what I first thought. I was slowly drawn out of my deranged silence by the sound of approaching footsteps. From the amount I could tell that it was more than one person approaching down the dark hall, and I braced myself. Even though I was dehydrated and my eyes and face were swollen from beating the tears still flowed. I didn't even raise my head when they stopped in front of my rusty cage door.

"Mercy Roswell." A strong and simmering voice boomed outside. I knew who it was, I didn't need to raise my head, I just stared at the dirty stone floors covered in my blood. The rusty door swung open and the people filed in. I was like an animal on a cage being poked by children. Humiliated, and trapped.

"For your crimes you have been sentenced to death by the Crown," The voice continued. I saw the black boots of a man stopping before me, as well as blinding white and blue.

"Your charged are the following. Kidnapping, assault, poisoning, treason, murder, and murder of the Imperial Crown Prince." As the list was laid, I managed to weakly raise my head. I gurgle because I couldn't talk and blood fell from my mouth. A pair of gold eyes were looking at me with hatred and anger, while the blue crystal eyes next to him were filled with contempt and amusement.

'Sister... help me...' I tried to say to the white and blue figure. She smiled at my gurgling. It made my skin crawl. My Eyes slipped on automatically, and the aura around them were a blazing and unnerving. The man's was a boiling red, rolling off him in spikes of rage. My sisters was the most unnerving. Hers was a cheery and beaming yellow sun, glittering with glee as if she had been waiting for this moment all along. Her long white hair flowing around her like a beam of light. Her simple white and blue simple yet extravagant gown that clung to her body. As a saintess, she was wearing appropriate clothes. Tulle over the poofy skirt, and floral lace around the bodice and around her neck. Her sleeves opened up like bells, with floral lace around those as well. The man next to her was her polar opposite, covered in black and red like his aura. A black suit with a blood red cape over his left shoulder. His usually fringed hair was pulled back with wax making him look even more severe. Anger radiated off him, but instead of heat it seemed to cool down the prison. He put his hand on the gold hilted sword sheathed on his side and yanked it out. The legendary weapon still glittered like diamonds in the dim light. When he did, my sister started to smile but suppressed it. It was like everything fell around me as I finally came to the realization that she was enjoying my suffering.

I was truly alone in the world, I just never realized until this moment. All I could do was lower my head as the man took one more step forward.

"You're a pathetic villianess, a maggot on this earth. For your sins, your death will not be painless." He raised the sword which sparkled in the dark and I just stayed still. As he brought the sword down with a mighty swing, I could only close my eyes. As the sword hacked against my flesh, even though it was searing pain my mind was more torn. As the blade ripped against my throat, blackness took over me.

If I could do it again, I wouldn't listen to them. I would live my own life, but now it was cut short as I floated in the cold sea of death. It was like my soul was covered in cold water as I just existed in pain.

"What are you looking at?" The dark man looked towards the brilliant woman surrounded by blooming flowers scattered around her. Polar opposite of darkness and light. His red eyes looked down to her, as she stated into the Garden of Limbo with a sad smile on her face.

"She wasn't supposed to end up like that." The pure white woman looked up at his crimson eyes. His pale corpse like skin almost glittered from the light she radiated. Her emerald eyes looked up at him, almost as if pleading.

"Her soul has already found her place. There's nothing I can do." He sat on next to her, the flowers around her withering from his aura.

"They were supposed to make the world better, not destroy each other." Her sweet voice was filled with emotion. She didn't have to look in the mortal world to know that her heroine was being spoken as a villian when she had a pure heart. The man was also a little dismayed at the outcome. They had been specifically created to ease their Curses and make a new narrative, but that vile family corrupted their plan since they couldn't influence the living directly.

"Do you want revenge, my love?" He slipped his strong and war torn fingers between her fragile ones, his deathly cold meeting her blinding warmth. She remained silent for a moment.

"I want to right her wrongs for her." The man leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead, weaving his free hand through her silver hair.

"There is a soul that hasn't been placed in The Garden yet. I think she would be a good match." The pale woman looked up to her, the baby blue accents on her lace dress shimmering she bit. "You would do that for me?" The devilish man reached and grabbed her warm hand, pressing his cold lips against the flaming skin.

"For you, I will do anything." She looked over with hope in her large doe eyes.

"What about Aion?" She looked a little deflated, but he knew she was still happy because more lush greenery was sprouting around them.

"I'll convince him, so do not worry." He leaned forward, ruby eyes sparkling like flames.

"For you Diana, I will give you the world."