Previously titled Reaching For My Shadow.

I don't know what I was thinking when I made that title...it makes no sense lol. (to me atleast) you can still address this fic RFMS if you want to. No big changes except minor tweaks here and there.

A Princess's Morning

You know those moments when you can't tell whether you're blind or not at night? Well I experience that everyday and second of my life. There are even times when I can't tell whether I'm awake or not. When I sleep, I see darkness. When I'm awake, I see darkness. I guess it's pretty obvious to you what I'm lacking, my sight. But I wasn't always like this. I can barely recall it, but I know there was a time when I could

"Chelsea!" a familiar feminine voice called out to me from the darkness. "Wait there, I'll go to you." I stretched as I rose from my bed. I felt the soft wool graze my skin as I stretched.

"Julia, I'm fine. Just because I can't see doesn't mean I can't take care of myself." I said as I stepped off the bed. I heard sigh in disapproval from my cousin. I tried to make my way through the room. I want to show that I can be my own person without assistance. I want that day to be today.

"See Julia! I can live alone just fine!" I smiled as I arched my hands in front of me and ran them through the air. It was going smoothly for a few moments. I'm definitely going to show her!

"Chelsea! Be careful, your rucksack is…!" I shrieked as my body tumbled to the floor. My elbows and knees began to ache. I began to search for my rucksack. I felt accomplished as I grabbed it and skillfully brought around my back.

"Ta-dah!" I posed triumphantly with one leg bent and my arms stretched out. Did I finally get through to her? There was silence around me but I heard my thought race across my mind.

I definitely showed her. I knew it, today is the day. This is not another failed day

"Chelsea, I'm behind you."

I felt a lump cower in my throat and then I bit my lip. I turned around and flashed a smile. "I totally knew that. I was messing with you Julia!"

I could imagine her giving me a look of pity.

"Come on Chelsea, let's get you ready" Julia cooed. I sulked as I lowered my head and felt her hands lightly push my back. She brought me to a chair and rested me down on it. I felt her fingers run through my hair as she began to comb it gently. "What do you want me to do to your hair today?"

I gave her a smirk. "Why do you even bother asking every morning?" I heard a light chuckle. Then I felt a cloth being wrapped around my chestnut brown hair. It fit loosely but was soon tightened to fit comfortably on my head. When I felt Julia's hands off of my hair I stood up and was then guided to the bathroom.

As we walked through the halls I began to listen.

I heard the sound of sizzling and the sound of toast being popped from a toaster.

"Is Aunt Mirabelle making bacon and toast for breakfast?" I mused. I heard a gasp of surprise. "You can hear that from here? You're sense of sound sure is keen," Julia praised me. I felt modest; I wish she could praise me for something else other than my sense of sound.

"You can hear the baby chicks chirping from your room? That's amazing!"

"I wish I could hear the sound of seagulls from my room. You're so lucky you can, Chelsea!"

"I wish I had a pair of ears like you!"

It would be nice if she could one day praise my sight. It's been a long time since I received one for that.

"Here's your toothbrush." Julia said as she handed me a toothbrush filled with toothpaste. I began to brush my teeth. I love brushing my teeth, as weird as that may sound. I like the taste of mint, that probably explains why I love mint chocolate chip ice cream.

"Wait here. I'll go grab you a change of clothes. Don't move," I heard footsteps fade away.

I hate this.

I hate this routine I do every day. I truly to hate this. I hate how I'm treated like a princess. It's not like I don't appreciate everything Julia does for me every day but I really want to things my own way. When I was younger, I was always told to speak my mind, even if people won't like what I have to say. But this time is different. I'm treated like a baby. My words seem to transform into gibberish whenever I ask Julia or Aunt Mirabelle about being alone and taking care of myself.

My ears flinched as I heard the sound of footsteps inching towards me and becoming louder by each independent step.

"I'm back!"

She helped me change into my clothes. Then she led me down the dangeroussteps while holding my hand.

"Chelsea, glad to see you!" I heard a voice say. I smiled. "Same to you, Aunt Mirabelle," I joked. Julia led me to an opened chair. They tied a cloth around my neck and began to feed me. I always tell them I can feed myself but they always insist.

I knew the morning routines were finally finished when I heard the loud clanging of the dishes being dropped into the sink.

"I'm going," I said as I stood up from my seat.

"Be careful, stay on Verdure Island. Julia, go watch her," Aunt Mirabelle commanded Julia.

"No, it's alright. I can take care of myself." I assured them. I imagined Aunt Mirabelle having a frown form on her lips. "I always go out by myself and come back in one piece. Don't worry about me. Good luck on the store!"

I heard a deep sigh. "Alright Chelsea. Come back safe, you hear. By the way, a new animal shipper is coming within an hour, so get back before then. Tell Lanna that for me, dear."

I nodded in the direction of her voice. I walked out of the door Julia had held opened for me.

I walked to the back of the house, a route I have memorized over time, and rest my back on the sturdy wall of the house. I grabbed a sharp rock that I kept specifically in between two large boulders. My thumb grazed the sharpest point of the rock.

The rock began to pierce through a light layer of the wooden wall. I carved a short line next to three others. My hands pressed onto the now four carved lines.

"The 87th failure?" I heard a feminine voice chime from behind me. I turned and gave the person a smile.

"Hello, Lanna," I greeted my best friend.

"Hey Chelsea. I guess today was another failure?" she mused. I nodded as I twirled my finger around a lock of hair.

"So what's going on in the island lately?" I asked I drew absentmindedly with the sharp rock onto the firm soil.

"Lately there's been a lot of new tourist. The farmer Mark seems to be doing a good job with his farm."

I nodded. He was one of the many faces I never saw. I never even saw my best friend's face. The only faces I have actually seen were Julia's and Aunt Mirabelle but it was a long time ago.

"By the way, did I tell you about that tuna I caught the other day?" Lanna asked as she snapped her fingers. I nodded my head but she began to talk about her fishing adventure and how she fought the fish for nearly an hour. I was listening but then a few minutes later I heard two unfamiliar voices.

"Where should we visit next, honey?" A female asked.

"I don't know, where do you want to go, sweetie pie?" A male asked the female.

"Let's visit the Witch Princess's cottage. I heard she can grant wishes and fix what is broken."

"Why would you want to go to WitchPrincess's house, my darling?"

"Well I saw you limping before and I want to see if she can help your ankle."

"Awww, that's so sweet of you, baby! I love you!"

"I love you too!"

The voices trailed away as did the sound of Lanna's story.

The Witch Princess can fix what is broken? What a lie. There's no way there's magic in this world. I bet the Witch Princess is just a miracle doctor who will wrap a plain normal bandage around the guy's ankle. But then again the woman said she could grant wishes. What a bunch of lies. But it would be nice if it were true.

I began to ponder whether or not it was really true. My thoughts were crashed when Lanna finally concluded her story.

"Then I caught it and I ate it!"

I smiled in her direction.

"Wow, it sure is late." I said out of the blue.

"Yeah. It's been almost an hour since we started talking." Lanna said.

I jolted as I heard her words.

"How long has it been? Like exactly?" I hastily asked.

"About an hour and 10 minutes."

"I'm late! I have to go back. Bye Lanna!" I said as I quickly ran to the front of the house.

I was about halfway there but then I had bumped into someone to my surprise.

"Watch where you're going…," a rough voice said as I stepped back.

"I'm sorry!" I apologize as I bowed hastily.

"Hey,…I'm behind you. Wait…are you…?" the voice slowly died down.

I'm used to this kind of reaction. The entire island gave me the same introduction.

"Yes. I have somewhere to go," I said as my hands touched the walls of the home, I frantically searched for the door. I gasped as I felt the door swing open. I guess the stranger had open the door for me.

"Thank you," I said before walking in.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Aunt Mirabelle!"

"Sorry I'm late, Miss Mirabelle." The same voice had said at the same time as I did.

I followed the voice and turned in that direction. He's the new animal shipper?

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