Anna's POV

The smell of bubble gum reaches my nose as my hairbrush runs smoothly through my light brown hair. My brown eyes gaze at my reflection of my mirror, studying the beauty of my face.

Bright fairy lights decorate my bright pink walls, while my queen sized bed lays in the middle of my fairly large room, multiple fluffy pillows and stuffed animals having their own place on the bed.

The Brown family, the richest in the entire state. Those rumours were true, I was treated like a princess, spoilt as one too.

"Anna, darling!" My mothers smooth voice reaches my ears from downstairs.

Her tone of voice was too sweet, almost making me gag and throw up the meal I had only just eaten a few minutes ago.

"What mother?!" I yell back, a scowl planted on my lips. Why does she always interrupt my 'Me' time?

"You have a package waiting for you at the front door!" She sings once again before I could hear the click of her heels walk away.

Growling slightly, the silver lined brush in my hands was thrown carelessly onto the desk in front of me.

Pushing myself off my swivel chair, I mutter complaints under my breath as I walk down the steps.

"I didn't order anything." I mutter and bend my knees to pick up the small brown package.

It was small alright. No bigger than my head. A sigh leaves my lips as I shut the front door behind me, my eyes focused on the strange box.

Tucking a stray piece of hazelnut hair behind my ear, my feet make their way back up the stairs to my room while my hands fiddle with the box.

"Lets open this thing up. I bet its just that iPhone I ordered ages ago that the company failed to send in time."

Rolling my eyes I walk over to my large bed and place the package on the sheets. "I told them if it wasn't sent to me the day I ordered it, I didn't want it. Now that i think about it, an Iphone X for the price they sell it at is way too cheap. Probably a piece of crap too."

Pursing my lips together I start to peel back the cardboard flabs of the box, pink Styrofoam pieces reaching my eyesight.

Grabbing the bottom of the box I tip all the contents out on my bed. Throwing the now empty box on the ground, I raise a sharp eyebrow down at what was inside the box before.

"LEGO?" I sneer, my arms crossing themselves tightly on my chest.

"What the hell? I didn't ask for baby toys."

I pick up the Ninjago LEGO box, my eyes scanning the front of it as it was a see through box. A small LEGO guy catches my attention.

Black hair sits on his yellow head, already greying with how old he looks. A long beard sits on his face, blacm as well with a grey streak running through the middle.

In his U shape hand was a stick-- wait no, a staff of some sort. A jewl of some sort sits at the top of tbe staff.

"What a weird looking man." I breathe out, snickering slightly as I poke at the plastic.

"Who are you calling weird, young lady!" The LEGO man sneers back, his staff pointing right at me.

With wide eyes and the fact that a object just scolded me, an ear peircing shriek leaves my lips.

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At the (L/N) residence

"So where'd you hide our LEGO?" Bailey smirks to you as you just walk in through the kitchen door.

"Hide?" You scoff slightly and walk past the table both younger boys sit at, their eyes strained on you, "Why would I need to hide anything?"

"Because," Blake giggles as he plays with his fork, slightly jabbing the sharp end into the wood of the table, "You're embarrassed that we caught you playing dolls."

You nearly trip face first into the now burning hot frying pan that sits on the stove at your brothers words.

Clearing your throat, you send a sharp glance towards them and continoue pouring batter into the pan.

"I wasn't playing dolls." You hiss out through gritted teeth, your knuckles going white as your grip the metal flipper tightly.

"Right." They mutter together, both giving the other a knowing glance.

The room settles down, an eerie quiet now the only thing in the room. The pancakes were done, you were now placing them on two separate plates.

"Here. Eat and don't ask anymore questions." You sigh and place both plates in front of the two young boys.

"Thank you!" They both grin before fighting over the ice cream and the syrup.

Rolling your eyes slightly, you slump down into one of the chairs at the table, your fingers rubbing your sore forehead.

You didn't know how but you seem to have a massive migraine. Your skull throbs with pain making you hiss slightly.

You weren't a fan of taking medication like tablets but this pain in your head was killing you.

Pushing yourself out of the chair you stagger to the bathroom where you open the mirror cabinet and pull out some Panadol.

Closing the door of the mirrors cabnet, you didn't both looking at your reflection as you place two tablet into your mouth.

Trying not to gag, you turn on the tap and watch the water come pouring out into the sink. Ducking your head down you take in as much water as you could without spitting out the foul tasting medicine.

Finally able to swallow the tablet you turn off the tap and sigh. Standing up straight you finally look yourself in the mirror, surprise on your face.

Something was out of place, and it was very unusual. It shook your core and brought back memories of Garmadons time as Lord Garmadon.

Staring back at you were not the usual (E/C) eyes you were born with. Oh no.

Looking back at you were those red eyes that once were worn by Garmadon himself.

Shaking your head, you mutter under your breath, "No, no. Its the effects of the headache."

You rubbed at your eyes with your palms roughly, desperately trying to rub off the deathly colour of your eyes.

When you did open them again, you were able to sigh in releif. (E/C) eyes stared back at you, half lidded in exhaustion.

"It wasn't real." You sigh, your hands gripping the sink as your head lays on the mirror.

If only you were looking back at yourself, you would be able to see your reflection smirking down at you, bright red eyes glowing.

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AHG HOPE YOU ENJOYED! THIS WAS REALLY RUSHED BECAUSE WE HAVE NO POWER AT THE MOMENT. Our power at home will be off for a few more days so I apologies for the lack of imagination for this chapter. Uh, hope you enjoy! Its getting juicy!

- The Winged Mortal