Cursed Heart

Prologue: Part 1

Hello people! Above is a picture of Ambrosia as a child! This might be a bit of confusing chappie, and it's only part 1 of the prologue, but yeah! Btw please don't hate Ambrosia, she's really a nice person, just has some issues in this... idk. She's a child. Hope you enjoy~

[Ambrosia's POV]

I woke up to a dull, gray light filtering through my bedroom window, and jumped out of bed, quickly getting dressed in a simple black shirt and dark gray pleated skirt, along with my white headphones, then running to the bathroom and brushing out my long black hair. I smiled at myself in the mirror and decided I was ready.

I ran down our short stairway to find myself in the kitchen. Oran smiled at me from his spot at the stove making fried eggs. Asher didn't look up, just stared sullenly out the window, like usual. 'He hates me...' I thought sadly, but smiled back at Oran, happy that one of my older brothers liked me, at least. Mom and Dad were nowhere to be found, probably at work already.

Oran sat a plate of fried eggs and a small bowl of yogurt in front of me with a smile. "There you go, princess Ambrosia!" He said, ruffling my hair. I giggled happily. Asher looked at me with a bored expression. Nothing new there. I stuck my tongue out at him and he scoffed. "Children." He muttered. "Hey! I'm only 3 years younger than you!" I retorted, twisting my mouth indignantly.

[Yumi's POV]

I walked into the throne room and bowed to his majesty, then got onto 1 knee. "Your highness, you called?" I asked, my head bowed low. "Yes." He said, looking down at me. "Fabian and Kera Kori. They must be eliminated. They are a threat to us." his highness said solemnly.

I nodded. "And who is the... victim?" I inquired, a devilish grin forming on my face. "The small girl. Her name is Ambrosia. You are dismissed." Came my response.

I laughed as I exited the room and entered hyperspace, locating the small house that made up the Kori residence. "So, young Ambrosia. Time for an adventure."

[Ambrosia's POV]

It is 3:00 right now, mom and dad are still at work, Oran and Asher are coming back from school. I'm sitting in the yard, playing with mud and grass, until I hear the voice of a young man, no more than 18 years old. "Excuse me, is this the Kori residence?" he asks, looking at me inquisitively. I smiled and nodded at the stranger. "But everyone's out right now,so will you play with me??" I begged, my large brown orbs rounding to look like sad puppy eyes.

The man chuckled and nodded, crouching down to be at my height. "What are you making there?" He asked, nodding to my little mud sculpture. "A dragon!" I replied, my eyes sparkling. Dragons are my favourite animal. The male nodded, his pink hair bobbing up and down. "I see. So what's your name?"

"Ambrosia" I said

"I'm Yumi."

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From that day on, Yumi would always come to her house before her parents and brothers were home, but would always leave precisely a minute before they got back. The 4 year old Ambrosia was happy with her friend, until 1 day... 7 months later...

Kera's POV:

I woke up late on a Sunday morning, and quickly washed my face, got dressed into my regular black kimono, and pinned my long dark pink hair into a bun. I then rushed downstairs, thankful that I didn't have work that day.

The very energy in the kitchen was different. There was no happy, smiling, running around 4 year old that was usually Ambrosia. Instead, she was silent. The 'smile' that was plastered across her face looked like she had never smiled before in her lifetime.

I gave her a sharp look that was full of worry. "Ambrosia?" I asked, brushing a lock of raven black hair out of her face. Fabian, Asher, and Oran stared at us, but mostly Ambrosia, faces full of worry. Well, except for Asher. He seemed glad that she had shut up for once in her lifetime.

The black haired girl turned to face me like a lifeless marionette. "Yes?" She asked dully. My blue eyes widened. 'This is not my Ambrosia' I realized, unexplained goose bumps popping up on my skin.

If only I had known what was to come.