(A/N: hi everyone! This is my first Six the musical book. So, please no hate. *ahem* this chapter will take place in the POV of a certain French-Korean girl who's name is from a flower ;3)

"Ok, I got the paint tubes of crimson, scarlet, vermillion, viridian, light green, lake blue, violet, and lemon yellow. Now.. I'll need to head home so I can put my purchases away.." I mumbled to myself, moving a medium-length lock of my dark brown-blonde hair from my eyes. As I was walking, I didn't realize I was walking straight into someone until I heard a loud "Anna, watch out!" Which sounded.. English? I looked up but it was too late. I felt my body falling to the ground with the bag of paint tubes joining me. "Ouch.." I whispered, rubbing my back in pain.

"He! You alright there, Miss- woah.." I looked up and noticed I was underneath.. Anna of Cleves from Six?! "I.. I am so sorry your majesty! I really didn't see you!" I exclaimed before I felt the German queen carefully lift me up as if I weighed nothing. She noticed the tubes of paint had fallen out of my bag and helped me with picking them up. "Thank you, Your majesty for helping me!" I said, bowing down to her out of respect. "Nein, it was a pleasure.. uh.. what's your name?" She asked me as I smiled.

"My name is Magnolia. Magnolia Roux."

"That's a beautiful name, dear. Reminds me of the flower~"

I blushed slightly at that. You see, my favorite queen just happens to be Anna of Cleves and.. the one I kinda have a.. crush on.. "thank you. Now I have to be heading home before my cousin gets worried.." I said, Trailing off. She smiled softly at me and leaned down, kissing my forehead. "Be safe now." She told me. Hoooly lord, I felt my face was gonna melt from she just did to me! I nodded my head and proceeded to walk to the forest. Looking behind me, I made sure no-one was following me.

Carefully walking through the woods, I reached my destination; my house. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out my house key and unlocked the door. Going inside, I closed the door and shut it behind me. "Princess Magnolia!" I heard Jason cry out from his spot on a chair, tinkering with one of his toys. "Hey, Jase. I got the paint tubes I wanted and.." I trailed off, my soft caramel browns meeting his lime green ones. "And what?" I grin and hold up a pack of paintbrushes. "Got these beauties for half-off!" I proclaim proudly before walking to mine and my cousin, Helen's art room.

"Hey, Helen! I got the tubes I wanted and some new brushes!" I tell him as he is drawing something. Gently shaking my head, I placed the tubes and brushes down on my stool, walking to the next room which had a sink. I opened the cupboard and took out a plastic cup, filling it with warm water. I went back to my stool, putting the cup onto a little stand I kept it on and picked up my drawing pencil. Before I sat back down, I tied on a smock and put my hair up. Tapping the rounded end on the pencil against my lips, I began to draw my painting.

It was simple yet beautiful: a dark sky with a silver moon, stars and a ocean.

I opened the tube of permanent black and placed it in one of the grooves of my palette. I began painting the canvas a deep night black while humming. After the black dried, I began painting the moon, mixing white, gray, and, silver. When the moon began to dry, I started working on the stars, painting them silver. After doing the stars, I proceeded to paint the ocean in a gorgeous array of greens, dark blues, purples and little spots of white, gray, and, silver to represent the moonbeams traveling to the water's surface.

I still didn't know the truth.. why was Anna of Cleves, my favorite queen and crush, there? I'll bet it was a manifestation of my heart.. I shook my head, not wanting to fall for someone I just met. The reason, you might ask? Well.. I was killed by the one person whom I thought loved me, despite me being related to Helen Otis, aka Bloody painter. He killed me because he wanted revenge for his little sister who was brutally murdered by him. I still have the scar on my back although I hidden it with a tattoo. That was then I met the creepypastas.

Slenderman told me that I looked extremely like my mother, the queen of the CPs back in her day, but with my father's skin and eyes. They also told me many people attempted to court my mother but, in the end, she chose my father. I smiled watching my work dry quickly and picking up a pen, I signed my name onto the corner of my new painting using a silver ink pen. Placing my painting onto a nail I used to place my artwork on so it would be ready for sale, I went into the room and poured out the used water, rinsing it. I noticed that some paint was being stubborn, so I used a toothbrush to get the paint off.

After putting the brushes in the drying rack, I untied my paint stained smock, throwing it to the floor. Undoing my bun, allowing my hair to flow over my cleavage. Mother always said I inherited her bewitching looks and build and Father's skin and eyes. Even as a child, People viewed me as the near spitting image of my mother and said I was so beautiful, just like her. Walking back to my room, I removed my blood red sweater and black skirt and into a vermillion crop top and white shorts. I sighed once more softly.

What I didn't know at the time, was that Anna of Cleves was real and she was enamored with me.