Amber: 

Betrayed, the voices inside my head mused, betrayed by your own blood. She wants to kill you- spill your guts onto the pavement, just like everyone else. Kill her. Kill all of them. 

The headaches and murmuring were overwhelmed me, everyday, as I struggled to come to terms with my sister's words.

Because you never listened! All you want is revenge, revenge, revenge. Her voice soared above my thoughts and my eyes fell to the bottle of moonshine I drank for a day now. Headaches were becoming frequent, and respite came only when I used dark magic.

Nights were lonely in this inn alone, and I missed the presence of my sister, despite what she had done to me. Even so, I couldn't bring myself to fully hate her, and channeled my anger toward Ella. 

Dark magic came at a dark price... and my sanity was paying the price. I lifted my eyes to the mirror across the room. Staring back was a girl- her face as pale as paper (sunlight now began to burn my skin, so I covered myself whenever I went outside), her dark locks clumped together and tangled, and brown eyes so full of hate and anger. Maybe Evelyn did have a point, but I refused to acknowledge that.

With a snarl of rage, I leaped forward and drove my fist into the reflective surface, my breathing heavy. "Goddamn it," I swore, feeling irrational anger bubble up to the surface. 

"GODDAMN IT!" I roared, anything, just anything to drive away the madness. The voices seemed to cease their murmurs and taunts, but wisps of evil cackles could still be heard. I knelt on the floor, looking at the scattered pieces of the mirror and held my hands out in front of me. 

Chanting a spell in a low voice, I watched black mist from my fingertips to the shards, creating a blurry image. I repeated the spell and the shards seemed to focus, at last, until I could see Evelyn. 

"...and then, scrawled in blood on the mirror was 'humans can lick too,'" Evelyn was saying to three... pirates? What the hell was my sister doing with pirates? 

The whispers taunted quietly, Your sister prefers the company of barbarians over her sister. Kill her now, we will help you. Her blood were be enough for the spel-

"Enough," I breathed, focusing of the image ahead. 

One of the pirates snorted, "That is hardly a scary tale, Eva." 

My sister shot him a teasing glance, "Oh Smee, if you want a scary tale, just look in a mirror." 

Explainable fury poured out of me and I snarled in anger, letting the wraith of my magic shatter the shards of the mirror until the spell broke off. Evelyn's laughter haunted me- I couldn't remember the last time she had been truly laughed like that. Not with me. 

Oh but you do, the voice taunted, their whispers dripped with honey, don't you remember? 

Remember. 

As if the word itself triggered something deep in me, I recalled the last time Evelyn had laughed with me. 

nine years ago 

"I think Derek likes you," My younger sister remarked staring at her reflection with a deep frown. I paused from braiding her delicate, golden locks. 

"What makes you think that?"  I asked quietly, and against my will, a soft blush rose to my cheeks. Derek of Galadornia was just a friend... one that I had given my first kiss to. Even if there were talk of an arranged marriage between me and Derek, (which would be unlikely considering Mom strongly disproved of arranged marriage) I was sure he didn't see me more than a close friend. 

Aveline shifted in her seat, not uncomfortable, but restless, "Don't tell you're blind to his totally longing and love struck looks he shoots at you when you're not looking."

I finished with the braid and gently wrapped the hair into a bun, ignoring the fluttering of my heart, "It's called flirting, Aveline, don't tell me you've never done that. Besides, Derek does that with everybody. 

My sister, at the age of nine, had already a long line of suitors, and girl Aveline was, she flirted relentlessly. At the age of nine, to remind you. She was smart girl, eyes too wise for her age, and already poised like a Queen. Avery wield raw magic, able to shape her magic in a myriad of forms. 

Derek was a fourteen year old prince that happened to be my best friend. And because his father's kingdom was so close, the King of Galadornia attened Court often, and almost always brought along the heir to the Galaldornia throne. 

I then noticed Avery studying me in the mirror, "You know," She replied slowly, a mischievous grin lighting up her beautiful face, "you say Derek's name differently. Like how Mom does it with Dad." 

"Does not," I denied, my cheeks going even more red. 

Aveline shrugged, "All day, you're like 'ooooh deeeerek is sooo strong' and 'oooh, deeerek is sooo smart.'"

I began to tickle Avery, "Take that back, Ave, right now." 

She let out a laugh full of amusement as she batted away my fingers, "Never!" 

haven't written a chapter in Amber's point of view since forever. I kinda had fun writing about her going mad, so maybe I'll write more chapters starring Amber :)