How do you make the right decisions?
Experience.
How do you get experience.
Wrong decisions.
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I opened my eyes, finding a new surrounding then the one I'd fallen asleep too, I was no longer suspended against the wall but sitting on the ground with another girl in my arms. She was wearing a white dress, heavily damaged and falling to pieces as mine once was and she wore the same silver twine belt that I had. I was wearing jeans with a tight fitting pink shirt and a matching silver twine belt. The girl in my arms was trembling, hugging me in return for the hugs I offered her as my gaze surveyed what to be a similar cell to the one I was really in but we were huddled in the corner. I seemed aware this was a dream, it didn't feel real, it felt fake but at the same time, not. It's hard to explain really.

Both of us were bruised heavily, dirty and clearly underweight. I was running my fingers lightly through the other girls' knotty white hair, mumbling a song under my breath. Just loud enough to be heard buy the girl I was assuming was my friend.

Two little princesses dancing in a row
Spinning fast and freely on their little toes.
Where the light will take them, no one ever knows.
Two little princesses dancing in a row.

I mumbled the song under my breath over and over while the other girl cowered in my arms, trembling in fear. She reminded me more of myself the eyes I was looking though. Was this my memory?

The metal door swung open making us both cringe back. She let out a whimper and buried her face in my shirt. Tyson walked in smirking down at the two of us. I tightened my grip on the nameless girl.

"Hello girls, are you enjoying your stay?" He snickered as his two goons from before walked in behind him. "I hope you are comfortable."

She let out another whimper and cringe back as I let out a hiss. "Go away Tyson, haven't you done enough?"

"Not until I get what I want." Tyson chuckled.

"And what do you want?" It wasn't my voice, it was at a slightly lower pitch and harder and louder than my normal voice.

"Pixie born and Dragon born are not meant to work together. I need to divide the group apart." Tyson shrugged as if it was the simplest thing he had ever said. "It will make things so much easier for me in the future."

"So? What's this got to do with us?" I hissed, holding the girl closer as she refused to look up.

Tyson shrugged. "You and Thomas have become a little to 'friendly' with each other. He wouldn't leave you without a reason, if you were gone for example." He snickered.

I could feel anger and frustration boiling within me and well as fear and concern for this other girl. "Then why don't you just kill me already? She doesn't even need to be involved in this." I nodded to the girl who looked slightly younger hiding further in my arms. "Do what you want with me, let her go, please. She won't say a word." I begged, clutching the girl tighter. Why won't I just say her name already?

"Simple, if we should need the help of the Pixie born at a later date we would need three. The answer is then simple, we need to move the Pixie born to another, the little one for example." He gestured to the girl hiding in my arms. "She is after all, the closest thing you can get to the real thing."

"That won't work." I sneered. "I am the final Pixie born. I bonded with Dream, I and only I can be the final Pixie born. She can't so leave her out of this!" I demanded.

Wait? Alice was the final Pixie born and bonded with Dream... Does that mean I am Alice? That can't be right... can it?

"That is why you're here. We want to prove that. Boys if you would." Tyson gestured from the goons behind him to us two girls.

I let out a small growl and held the smaller girl closer. "Touch her and you're dead." I snarled but they didn't flinch. Helping the frightened girl to her feet, I stood in front of her protectively as she clung to my shirt for comfort.

"Alice, you've become too guarded. You were cuter as the timid little Pixie born. Where'd she go?" Tyson snickered.

I didn't say anything but held the girl closer as the two men advanced. Out of the corner of my eyes I could make out one detail, standing out against the dim light.

A shooting star mark, the black star on my collar bone with a purple trail, falling down my arm.

Then everything faded black.

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I woke up suddenly and let out a small gasp. I was seeing Alice's memories, but does that mean I am Alice? I looked to where the mark should be but there was no trace of it. But why? And why were my eyes a different colour to Alice's? It wasn't making sense. Who was the little girl I was holding? She looked a lot like me but she seemed to be much more like I am then the memory perceived me to be. How was I so brave in the memory when I'm such a coward now?

Closed my eyes, feeling my chest rise and fall with a deep breath, if only I'd known this earlier then I would have been able to avoid Tyson. I'm so stupid, I should have stayed with Thomas. He said he would keep my safe. But I was too afraid to realise it.

I opened my eyes again and looked around. The cell was spotlessly clean and everything made of shiny grey metal that reflected blurred versions of myself. The room was freezing cold and since I was only wearing the light pink dress given to me by Amy, I was shivering slightly and something told me it would get worse. My cheek was still stinging slightly from Tyson hitting me and my whole body felt as if it was made of rock, my stomach felt hollow which means I'd slept for several hours and I was once again feeling thirsty.

A tear fell from my eye and ran down my cheek. I don't want this. I don't even know what I want but I know I don't want this. A small sob escaped my lips and more tears fell, what does Tyson want with me? I felt so sore, weak and tired I was completely defenceless, which means that Tyson could do whatever he wants with me and I wouldn't be able to even struggle.

The sound of footsteps echoed from outside making me flinch and whimper. I watched the door cautiously, not knowing who to expect and not knowing what they would want. I burst into tears, so utterly terrified of everything, I didn't know what else to do.

The door opened and Nimbus was standing there with a plate of what looked like different type of fruit cut up into bite sized pieces and another bottle of water with a straw. I felt so pathetic for crying and I struggled to stop but I just couldn't.

Nimbus gave a soft sigh, setting aside the items he was carrying and pulling a tissue from his pocket, using it to gently wipe my eyes. "Did I startle you? I'm sorry, I thought you were asleep."

I managed to calm down somewhat, I still didn't know whether or not to trust Nimbus but I knew he was nicer than Tyson and hadn't hurt me yet. Nimbus also generally tried to be gentle with me, he spoke softly and quite obviously pitied me. I definitely felt safer with him than I did Tyson.

"Hey." Nimbus caught my attention as he wiped away the last of my tears and pocketed the tissue. "I managed to sneak you something better to eat then that awful grey stuff." He showed me the plate after picking it back up off the floor. "I fed the sludge to my Trubbish, he seemed to enjoy it more then you did."

I gave a small, weak nod and looked down at my feet, dangle freely, trying to hide my falling tears.

Nimbus sighed and sat the plate back on the floor. "Hey, it's okay. Look at me for a sec."

I slowly looked up, peering at him fearfully from beneath my lashes, tears still flowing freely but I was scared he might hit me like Tyson did if I didn't obey.

With a gently touch, Nimbus reached up and caressed my cheek, using his thumb to wipe away my tears. His touch was soft and his hand was warm against my freezing skin. "It's going to be alright. I'm sorry that all this is happening to you Shimmer."

I blinked a few times and he moved his hand, his touch left warmth on my cheek and seemed to take away the left over stinging feeling Tyson's hit had left. "Why are you doing this? Why are you being so nice to me?" I whispered, closing my eyes and hanging my head helplessly.

Nimbus gave me a look of pity and sorrow. "Tyson is my older brother and I hate him. You probably don't remember but when you were here before I brought you food. The only reason why I'm staying here is because I want to make sure that you're taken care of and no one else here probable would give a damn about you. I could never forgive myself if I left another human to suffer, especial someone so fragile."

"You knew me before?" I asked, surprised but still quiet.

Nimbus nodded slightly. "I didn't know much about you. You never spoke to me and barely moved from the corner you'd sit in with the other girl. I know Tyson tried to get rid of one of you but I don't know what exactly happened to either, you're here but I don't know what happened to the other one, I only brought you both food and water. Neither of you would say anything to me, not you name, who you were, anything and I was never told. I don't think Tyson trusts me with that. I'm sorry that I couldn't be more help." He said looking completely sincere about what he said.

I nodded. "It's fine. Thank you though, for being nice to me." Sighing softly at my inability to properly express how much his kindness comforted me.

Nimbus smiled a little and picked the plate back up and held up a piece of the fruit. "It's no problem. I know Tyson can get really scary when he doesn't get his way, but I promise you, I'm going to make things as comfortable as I can for you. Unfortunately, only Tyson has the key to let you down so I can't do that for you." He frowned looking up at the cuffs on my wrists.

I accepted the fruit. It was soft and juicy. It was sweat and helped get rid of a lingering bitter taste in my mouth. "It's alright. You're doing this for me, even though you don't have to."

Nimbus held up the next piece of fruit, this one was a different colour and tasted different but just as sweat. "Well you're still human, no matter what Tyson might think."

For the rest of the plate of fruit I was silent. Drinking water when Nimbus offered it to me and accepting all the fruit. All to soon the plate was empty and the water battle drained. I was still hungry and still felt hollow inside but the small amount of fruit was enough for now.

Nimbus sighed. "I have to go now." He said quietly. "But I'll see you soon, okay?" He headed to the door.

I nodded to him and bowed my head, hearing the light flick off and the door lock. After a moment, I raised my head again, my neck was beginning to feel sore from having hung down so often. I spent a few minutes shifting positions but got as comfortable as I could with my head resting against my arm, it wasn't that comfortable but it was the best I could do right now. With an unsettle sigh, I tried to let myself drift off to sleep once more.

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For starters, the song at the start does not belong to me. I got it off a movie called Tin man and it belongs to that movie not me. So what do you guys think? So you still think Shimmer is Alice? Or someone else? Some of you are catching on while others... not so much... I'm liking your different theories.

Some are saying that Alice is Shimmer and vice versa. Some are saying they're related. Some are saying Shimmer is Alice reborn. Some are saying that Shimmer is a clone of Alice. This chapter make you think anything different? It's amazing how much thought you're all putting into this and that makes me happy to see all you're different thoughts and ideas. Only I know the truth and I've got most of the next 1 or 2 chapters written/planned depending on how long I make the chapters. What are your thoughts on Nimbus? Suspicious? Not suspicious?

Welp bye~!!!!