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== Brystal ==
Brystal kicked up some water, and it sent ripples in every direction as the drops rained down and hit the water’s smooth surface. Brystal smiled a bit, something she didn’t often do.
“Brystal,” a sharp clear voice said scattering her peace, even the water seemed to retreat
“Yes Orion?”
“What are you doing out here,” Brystal turned around to look at her brother as he spoke “again?”
Brystal bit her tongue to stop herself from biting back a reply, so she shrugged in response, and her brother pushed his glasses up his nose and sighed with an exasperated type of anger.
“Answer me.”
Brystal sighed and kicked the water again, “I was hanging around the pond, happy?”
Her brother straightened his glasses, and bristled, “No I am not happy, Father told me to make sure you did school, and that you started acting Lady-like.”
Brystal kicked the water with more force this time, “I finished school.”
Brystal purposely left out that part about her father, and being lady-like, the last time she had said something, she and her brother and gotten in such a bad fight they didn’t speak to each other for the next seven days. It didn’t bother Brystal, she was fine if her far too nosy pants brother was out of her business for just once. 
“Quit kicking the water!” Orion flared up
Brystal rolled her carmel colored eyes, and luckily she had gone back to facing the pond, so Orion didn’t notice. 
“Now get back to the house, and start learning, you’re very lucky, and you’re just wasting the opportunity, like-like- mom did!”
Brystal got up so quickly it was as if by magic she was suddenly in her brothers’ face, her usually softly tanned facial features was now consorted in rage and she was sure that there were red blotches in her cheeks.
“Don’t.You. Dare.” She breathed hard in his face even though he was older, and she was about a couple inches shorter, “Insult mom.”
Brystal stormed to the house leaving her brother trying to compose himself so that his way too small attitude could match his sister’s large, hot-headed one.
Brystal heard distant cries that were her brother trying to call her back, so that they could have a face off just like every night, and day. It was always the same argument;
You’re a girl, you’re probably the only girl who can afford school for miles, and you go sitting by the pond each day wasting your time!
Mom was stuck in her head! She had the same potential but she never used it! You’re going to end up just like her!
Back and forth, it always went, Brystal yelling at Orion, her face was already red, and her hands clenched in fists, shouting words that she hoped would hurt her brother bad. Orion shouting how he hated having a useless little sister that only did one thing; make him look bad at work. The arguments are always going back and forth, each having their rage grow, and grow larger, and larger. 
The shouting gets louder.
Tempers high, faces red, ready to have hurtful words hurled out of their mouths Brystal and Orion would stand like that in half an hour when Brystal would have to go back home and face the music.
For now she could peacefully walk the streets and cool off, not to mention get some insults ready for when she would yell at her brother. Brystal was walking quickly, and didn’t notice where she was going, until she ran into someone.
“Oof- sorry!”
It was an old man, with his gray and white hair gelled down and big round glasses perched on his rather round nose.
“Oh, nothing to be sorry about, I guess I should have been paying attention, old man like me,” he added with a wink of one of his crinkled gray eyes
Brystal relaxed, she just couldn’t help it, it was as if the man’s good nature was contagious, Brystal smiled at him, “Sorry, it was my fault, sir, I wasn’t paying any attention.”
The old man beamed at her, “No, no, it’s quite alright, I’m Mr. Bendowsky, you?”
Brystal curtsied, the only thing she really remembered from her proper ladies class, “Mr. Beandownsky, I’m Brystal.”
The man grinned even wider, “Bend-ow-sk-ee, what is your surname Miss Brystal?”
Brystal dipped her head again in respect, “Sorry Mr. Bendowsky, my surname is-” Brystal hesitated and bit her lip, but the old man continued to smile at her, and Brystal gave in, “Farewell.”
Mr. Bendowsky’s eyebrows shot up, and he dipped into a small bow, “Miss Farewell.”
Brystal flinched, she hated how she was treated like royalty, she wasn’t though, it didn’t make sense, but her father said she should be proud, Brystal would be more proud if she could pursue the career that she really wanted.
“Well why don’t you come in?”
Brystal nodded, unable to speak, still lost in her thoughts, but when she entered the shop she gasped, and looked around her eyes, marveling at everything.
Every book.
“Welcome to the library!”
== Brystal ==
"Wow." she wished she could has said more, but... it was just too much to take in
"Hello?" Someone asked
Brystal turned around and saw a boy about her age with hair between black and brown, his eyes were gray though, the same shade of gray as Mr. Bendowsky's eyes, but that was the only thing had had in common with Mr. B
"This is my grandson, Tom." Mr. Bendowsky introduced
The boy, Tom, tensed, "Is she allowed in here?" he emphasized the word "she"
Brystal gave him a hard look, "I can read you know." she told him, she was liking him less and less, he obliviously was taught that girls were weak, and they were just supposed to cook, do house-hold chores like some object you can throw away when it's worn.
Tom's expression turned slightly surprised and he smirked at her, "Really? Are you a boy in a girl's dress?"
Mr. Bendowsky put a stop to the argument that was building up, "Tom," he said in a sharp voice, that almost made Brystal jump "Be nice, perhaps this is why business is slow."
"No of course not." Tom actually seemed ashamed, and Brystal had to bit her cheeks to stop herself from smirking, Tom still managed to shoot her a look of hate, Brystal grinned a bit.
Mr. Bendowsky straightened up, "I have work to do, Tom, why don't you show Brystal around the shop. I have a feeling she's in the advanced readers section." he winked at Brystal, and gave Tom another sharp look that seemed to get to Tom, and he sagged a bit.
They walked past selves in silence before Brystal said, "So... what's the advanced readers section?"
"Here it is."
Brystal squeaked excitedly a bit, and she reached for a book, flipped it open, wondered why it was so thin, and read the first line, out-loud to prove to Tom that she could read, 
"I run. You run. They run."
Tom started laughing, and Brystal would have as well, but she knew this wasn't a joke, "You seriously think I'm stupid?"
Tom stopped laughing and smirked, "You were dumb enough not to realize that I wouldn't take you to the proper section."
Brystal glared at him, "Want me to tell your grandpa?"
Tom actually stiffened, "Fine, over here."
They walked again, but this time the silence was from anger, and not awkwardness. Brystal reached a glass door, and Tom pushed it open, Brystal came in excited, having a feeling that this was the right place.
But there was someone already there.
A girl no less.
== Tom ==
"Hi Lydia." I said
The girl looked up, I had met Lydia a few weeks ago, and we started off the same way I did with Brystal, except Lydia was calmer, she started to chat happily and she had a kind nature, just like my grandpa, but there was something else about her, and it made Tom a little weary around Lydia. 
Her skin was dark, but her eyes were a milk chocolate with a transparent layer of yellow.
"Hello Tom." she said with her slight french accent "Who's this?" she looked politely at Brystal
I opened my mouth to answer, but...
"I'm Brystal." Brystal butted in like the annoying fly she has become in my life
"Lovely to meet you, as you might have guessed I'm Lydia, Lydia Green" 
Brystal's eyes widened and she curtsied, "Your majesty."
Lydia dipped her head in acknowledgement, and I cleared my throat, trying to hide my satisfaction that Brystal had found someone she should respect, I made a mental note to hang out more with Lydia.
Both girls looked at me, but with different expressions, I wondered where Brystal got all her fire, Lydia on the other hand was calm. I mentally shuddered scared of what might happen between them, but nothing happened yet.
"What is your surname Brystal?"
Brystal bit her lip, but probably because Lydia was a princess she said so anyways, "Farewell."
My eyes widened and I dipped my head in respect, my face heating up, and I was terrified. 
What if she told her father? I would get executed. What if she...? I stopped myself there, if she told her father anything, he would have me killed, or worse... have to marry her.
I looked up, and Brystal was smirking, the color that had rushed into my face all rushed down, it wasn't an evil smirk, but it wasn't comforting either, and I knew I was more pale than her white dress.
"There a problem Tom?" Lydia asked concerned
Brystal's eyes were taunting, daring me to cower, daring me to admit my fear, I wondered what would happen if I didn't, she smirked a bit more, and I tried to compose myself.
"No." I choked out, trying to smooth my words "None at all."
Other than the fact that her father was possibly more powerful than the king himself.
== Lydia ==
I wondered why Tom looked so pale, and worried, yes I knew who Brystal's father is, but I wasn't worried, probably because I was royalty, although if her father wanted to be in charge he would be. I was calm about that though.
"I'm reading this lovely book, want to read it with me?" I tried to invite Brystal
"I'm good." she said and picked a random book from the shelf than sat in a corner furthest away from me.
"Why does she not like me?" I asked Tom, I hated it when people didn't like me, I always tried to become their friend, but that hardly worked out for me, still, my father was always proud of me for trying. I would be prouder if I actually succeed
"I don't think it's you," Tom told me, and Brystal shot a glare at Tom, I was surprised
Ladies weren't supposed to glare, and never have I ever seen someone glare like that, their expressions burning and boring into your eyes. Brystal went back to reading, and I did the same.
Tom just looked awkward, then it started to get awkward, and finally he left.
Brystal relaxed and came over, another surprise for me, but it also gave me something to think about and new information: Brystal didn't like Tom, possibly even hated him. I knew it wasn't my right to pry, but I was curious, and it wasn't every day I got to solve small mysteries, not to mention my life is just a circle, I wake up, eat, pose for pictures, eat, and sleep. Perfect order, and an apparently perfect life. Now don't get me wrong, a lot of books have princesses hating their lives, but I'm not like that. I just wish I had more adventure, and I actually could help.
"What is it with you and Tom?" I asked Brystal
"Nothing except for the fact that he made fun of me, and-" Brystal stopped and narrowed her eyes, I had feeling she expected me to know what she was thinking. 
Of course I didn't though, "And...?" I prompted
"He was taught about how ladies were lower class," her face darkened some more "and he believes it."
I shook my head, "That's not true."
"How?"
I bit my lip a bit, "He just... he..."
Brystal rolled her eyes and went back to her corner, propping up her book above her eye level so that she couldn't see me. Or maybe I wasn't supposed to see her.
I sighed and went back to reading my book, another fail, at least my father would be proud.
Too bad I wouldn't.
== Brystal ==
The invitation came the next day.
For the wedding.
For her father's wedding.
Brystal ripped in apart, shredding it with her hands, nails, teeth, anything that would destroy it. 
It had happened a week ago, Brystal was coming back from her first day at the library, and saw Orion waiting for her. She rolled her eyes, and thought, Great, he's going to lecture me. Brystal tried to shove past him and into the house, but Orion's grip was strong, and there was something... wrong.
"What?" she whispered, for some reason
His eyes were full of pain, and he whispered, "Look through the crack."
She did as he instructed, and there was her father. With a girl that looked hardly older than Orion. Brystal's blood boiled, and her temper almost flowed over the edge, but somehow her brother's touched cooled her down, when it should have enraged her even more.
"I... I know." he chocked out, and Brystal was surprised, to see tears glistening in his eyes.
She hugged him, and he patted her back, not really sure of this gesture as it was her first, "Go upstairs, I need a second." he told her, and let go
Brystal nodded, she stole one last glance through the crack and felt hatred turn like tar in her stomach, she wanted to hurt someone, and she wanted to rip something. But Brystal went to bed using a spare staircase in the storage room outside the house. She slipped into uneasy sleep, and when she woke up, she could hardly remember anything, but the rage that had filled her.
She came downstairs, and heard shouting. Brystal frowned, What was going on? Orion doesn't yell, only at me.
Except this seemed to be an exception because he was screaming at their father, and Brystal watched form a corner, then joined in, fuming her cheeks steadily growing red, and her heart racing and blood pumping through her ears, making her yells louder.
She finally stormed off, and went to the library slamming the door with such force, the Open sign fell down, and a fair few books dropped from the shelves like dead flies.
That was a week ago. This is now:
Lydia, took Brystal's hand, and tried to comfort her, "You know, if I were queen, I could try and set it off, but my father is in full support, and I've been trying, I really have..." her french accent was light, and her transparent yellow eyes were filled with desperation and fear
They were sitting on the edge of a cliff that overlooked the sea. Suddenly a voice came from behind, "Brystal?"
Brystal turned around, and saw the boots of Tom Bendowsky, "Finally noticed have you?" she glared at the white invitation in his hand that she recognized as a copy of the one she had ripped that morning.
"I'm sorry." he looked down at his feet
Brystal got up to her feet, and Lydia let go of her hand, Lydia backed away, sensing Brystal's temper rising, "So, you like the colors? Like the font?" she said sarcastically her voice full of sweet malice
Tom swallowed, "Look Brystal, I'm trying to say sorry-"
"Yeah, well in case you haven't noticed, you should have said sorry a week ago, when you were rude to me, and how you have to say sorry, for MAKING FUN OF ME WHEN I'M IN THIS STATE!" she yelled, her voice carrying around
Tom cringed, "Brystal, I'm sorry-"
"NO YOU'RE NOT!" hot angry tears spilled out of her eyes, and she hated herself for crying
Brystal turned away from him, and stalked away.
"BRYSTAL!" two voices yelled in a panicked harmony
But Brystal couldn't hear them through the rage coursing through her, and her next step was on thin air. She fell from the cliff, and screamed, but there was nothing she could do.
And she fell to the ground.
== Author's Note ==
Hiya everyone! ET/Elephants here! So, I advertised my story, and suddenly realized, hmm... I left a HUGE cliffhanger, and I want to publish my works someday, so sharing all of this, probably isn't the best option. I'll leave you guys here, and hopefully you enjoyed reading so far! Let me know who your favorite character is in the comments! :) Thank you for being so supportive, and thanks for being patient! :) Love you all! 
-ET out.