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She sat by her window, her gaze to what lie just beyond it. 'My Kingdom,' she thought setting the pen down on the letter she had been working on, 'or soon to be.' She got up, and walked past the glass door to stand outside on the balcony, she was greeted by the lush forest that made her country. She sighed and leaned on the rail, her long brown hair swayed in the wind that seemed to be heavy. She looked down at her necklace, 'tomorrow another will take its place as I become a wife and queen.' She smiled absently.

In the Kingdom of Viram, where the trees grew tall, and the people were unbothered by the business of the surrounding kingdoms, where the princess had to be married to be queen. A country that was always peaceful and never had any wars. In short it was perfect.

But even perfection holds underlying poison.

All sat in the royal court and looked upon the princess with awe, her long brown hair had been twisted into a most elegant bun, and her brown eyes glittered with joy. Her emerald dress had a magnificent train. To them the princess was like the earth they loved, brown – giving. Her groom was a friend she knew since her childhood, he too wore robes of emerald, and his smile barely contained his joy. Their union would be perfect.

But even perfection can be ruined.

She joined hands with him and smiled brightly, "Like the cycle of the world continues, so does this charm in which I present to you on our wedding day… my wife – my queen." He said removing her old necklace (Which was of silver.) and placing a new one, it was gold… gold was a metal that lasted longer than silver.

"And I… as the cycle remains; so shall this charm, my husband… my king." and so she removed his silver necklace and placed a gold one in its stead.

"May we rule justly and fairly," they said in unison.

The evening was perfect.

But perfection never lasts.

"I think not," a voice said, they turned and saw a man, behind him men stood, "Congratulations to the newly weds!" He said clapping loudly,

"You," the princess said, sounding horrified.

"Miss me Princess Aurelia?" He asked mockingly, "Or rather... Queen Aurelia."

"You were banished from this Kingdom!" She stepped forward and away from her new husband.

"You see… my dear, dear niece; nothing could keep me away from your wedding, and your ascension." He smirked, "Especially after my… talk with my dear sister and brother."

"W-what did you do?" She asked fearing the worse.

He drew out a bloodied hand from his tunic pocket and dropped two identical gold necklaces, "I got those the hard way."

Realizing what that meant was like a blow to the gut, she felt her legs fail her and she fell to her knees, "No..." she whispered.

He laughed manically when he beheld her expression, "Now I intend to harvest more!"

Realizing she had to keep the loyal safe she pressed her hands to the ground and a protective shield went up, her uncle's men ran at it and banged away, she hadn't realized that just as she had cast it a man had gotten in and now he had her husband as hostage, "Marcus!"

"Give us the kingdom… or her dies," her uncle threatened. Cold dread washed down her spine, Marcus' face was resolute.

"Don't give in to them," he said, his tone treacherously calm

"I –" She said, she quickly looked around, 'I swore I'd never use it – but I must!' She clapped her hands together, her uncle held a sword to her face; she paid no attention to it as she muttered quickly. A seal appeared beneath her feet, giving her an ethereal glow. Her uncle flew back and the barrier broke. "Since the promise is broken," she muttered darkly as hordes of rebels ran in, she held out her arm, a seal appeared at her elbow and from her arm a sword appeared in her hand, Marcus imitated her action, and a spear appeared in his hand and he quickly brought down his captor.

She ran and her blade met that of her uncle's, "Watch your country crumble before your very eyes!" He growled and kicked her back, he jabbed but the blow did not land on his intended target. Her eyes widened in surprise as Marcus fell back onto her, a deep gash going through his stomach his face already paling with blood loss.

Registering what she had just witness she shifted and dropped her sword, "Marcus," she whispered.

"…duck," he choked out.

She buried her face in her arms as she heard a loud explosion. When she sat up the hall had been demolished, people groaned all around them, but the explosion hadn't come from within. She got up and ran to where a grand door once stood, to her horror she saw more men come out, "It's the end of the line." Her uncle said from behind her, she felt the chain of her necklace tighten around her neck, with a swift movement she grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm,

"For you maybe," she said angrily.

In a shop in Japan the witch Ichihara Yūko stood looking as if she was waiting for something… or rather – someone. Her apprentice Kimihiro Watanuki knew it was probably true, he had only been there for about a day or two but he already knew what to expect from the witch.

Yūko smiled grimly, "She's here."

"Who?" asked the boy curiously.

A seal appeared on the lawn, it was bright and green, a figure appeared, she wore an elaborate dress that seemed royal and looked like it had seen better days/ There was a deep gash was in her side, marring the emerald with crimson, and her hair hung around her face. He'd never seen anyone this disheveled before.

Her sword clattered to the ground, a gold necklace hung in her hand and it was dripping blood, tears rolled down her cheeks "Are you the Time-Space witch?" She asked in a strong and regal voice that contradicted the inconsolable sadness in her eyes.

"So I am called," Yūko replied, her tone comforting yet the pride in her tone was undimmed.

Aurelia fell to her knees, any strength she had before now lost, "Then you will not turn me away… please."

"To stay is a wish… a wish requires a price, this is… after all a Wish shop."

"I understand," she whispered weakly.

"your magic, halved."

"Take it," Aurelia said, they watched her face go odd just before she fell face-first into the grass.