[The outfit in the picture is yours, showing front & back view.]
CHAPTER ONE
3RD POV
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A beautiful girl danced around in the garden, the silver star on her forehead glimmering in the sun. Her name was Y/N, Lord Aphmau's daughter. But Y/N always knew something was up. She didn't have features like her mother's, more like someone else's. But who's?

It had been twenty years since Herobrine's attack, and Y/N had just turned seventeen. Nothing really changed on Irene's Island through the years. There was the small birthday parties, the occasional 'Welcome Back' parties, but nothing new or exciting, especially in Pheonix Drop. At least, to her.

To Y/N, life was a story to be told. She kept a diary and sketch pad just for the one day something new and exciting happened! Unfortunately, that day never came . . . yet. Y/N was a talented artist in the drawing and sketching part. Coloring and shading too! She found herself to do quite well with writing and reading, loving to stretch details out to create tall tales for the little children.

{{YOUR POV}}

I took a seat on the dew covered grass, cradling a yellow tulip that had been pulled our without its roots. Whoever had done this should have been more careful . . . I carefully plucked the petals off, as the flower was unfortunately already dead, and placed them around the fairy house I made.

I had built it out of twigs and broken sticks, shiny pebbles and lush green leaves, along with bits of grass and pretty flower petals. Quite a sight, if I do say so myself. Fixing my headband on my forest of thick [short/long] hair, I stood up with a sigh.

I tapped my chin, my soft skin radiating off heat. What should I do now? Go to the library, or the art gallery? My family had a huge library! I would go there to read fantasies of princesses fighting off monsters, to the nonfiction books about the Divine Warriors and the ShadowLord! I would go there so much, I barely needed my bedroom.

Then, there was the art gallery. The walls were littered with paintings of Aphmau, me, and everyone else that was family or friend! I would go there to take notes on what to improve in my art, and also try to sketch the people in the portraits.

Just as I turned around, I saw my adoptive sister, Lillith Garnet. She was older than me by just a couple months, but I was taller by a surprising eight inches.

[This picture has Lillith's clothes, showing front & back.]

   "Oh hey Y/N! What's up? We barely talk, even though we live in the same house!" Lillith squeals. This girl is your everyday, girl stereotype. She loves being a princess, she wants to grow up to have a handsome and kind prince, she wears tons of dresses, and bits of makeup. She doesn't wear a cake load, but hey, it'd still keep the boys coming.

   Lillith could walk into a random village and already have a long line of suitors waiting for her. I didn't envy her though. She was too innocent. She doesn't know how to fight, doesn't know swears, barely gets in trouble (even for things she did do), and has never even been faced with a real problem. It's pretty sad.

   "True, but there's really nothing to talk about." I state the fact bluntly. There honestly wasn't though! And as the daughter of Aphmau/Irene, you would think I might be a bit nicer. I'm not exactly a people person, though most would expect me to be mainly outgoing and optimistic. But whoever said that would be the case?

   "C'mon! Of course there's something! Any cute boys in your life?" Lillith bats her eyelashes. I scoff, slowly walking away.

   "My love life is nonexistent Lil, you know this." I remind her, my expression only slightly sour. Lillith was my opposite. My exact opposite. She was what you called a 'proper lady'. I was more of a nerd, but I didn't care. After all, well-behaved woman seldom make history.

   "Really?! You can't keep doing this to yourself!" She calls out as I leave. Actually, I could keep doing this. I didn't chat with the people of the village, I have no friends, just relatives that are much older than me. Lillith was so bad at being mature, you'd be surprised that she older than me!

   "Lil doesn't know what she's talking about." I told myself plainly. "People spend seven minutes a day hugging, and probably even more canoodling," I pushed the door to my house open and trudged inside, closing it behind me. "I have no time for romance though!" I stroll down the halls for a few minutes until I reached the library, my annoyance disappearing.

   "I mean, I've never thought about it . . ." I mumble, pulling out a book labeled The Mark Of The Dragonfly (Really good non-Wattpad book!). "I don't have much of a social life either," I opened up the book, trying to distract me from my thoughts.

   "But is she right?" I thought about for a second, looking up from my reading.

   "No. She is not."