This story came to my mind when I saw a post on pintrest that showed your villain-name. Together with @missggullet we searched our villain-names and there we have this story! Enjoy while reading!

Far far from here, there is a land, not many people know of. The land is called Nightmare. Nightmare hadn’t always been Nightmare… Once it was a sweet land called Dream ruled by the Lady of roses and happiness and Doctor Day Redeem. But one day everything changed. The Lady had a magic rose, kept in their castle. The magical rose was what kept the land in one big harmony. It was what made everything happy and kept the piece. Doctor Day Redeem had a magical clock, which made the daylight. That one day both the rose and the clock got bewitched with dark magic. Very dark magic. The objects and their owners were one and the same day Doctor Day Redeem and Lady of roses and happiness turned into someone entirely else. That day Dream turned into Nightmare.

“ victor climbed onto cassandra's back, wrapping his little arms around her neck and garbling excitedly. it was rare to see him without his sister, but the smaller deshayes twin seemed to like taking advantage of his newfound autonomy."voler!" he exclaimed. "voler!" “                     ━━━━━━━     @twinbond​

          Surprising  as  the  sudden  contact  may  be  ,  it  is  a  welcome  one  ━  Cassandra's  quite  the  soft  spot  for  children  ...  perhaps  ,  after  so  long  with  Mother  ,  their  own  maternal  instincts  are  developing  .  In  truth  ,  they've  already  developed  a  protective  instinct  over  the  twins  ,  clinging  to  their  own  idea  of  being  another  big  sister  once  more  .

          It  is  not  unusual  to  see  the  two  separate  ,  but  ,  when  initial  concern  passes  ,  comfort  takes  its  place  .  The  Deshayes  have  placed  some  trust  in  Cassandra  .  Trust  .

          It  will  not  be  taken  for  granted  .  

          Gloved  hand  raises  to  gently  squeeze  the  smaller  ,      and  the  smile  spreading  is  one  of  childlike  joy  .  A  rarity  for  one  as  impish  as  she  .  

          "    If  it  is  up  you  wish  to  go  ,  then  up  it  is  !  "    Ensuring  Victor  is  secure  'round  their  neck  ,  swarm  separates  from  legs  &  carries  them  off  ground    ━    not    too  high  yet  ;  they  don't  want  to  overwhelm  him  !  

     They’ve  been  peeking  from  the  shadows  ,  fascination  sparked  initially  by  shared  choice  of  weapon  before  a  swift  strike  ends  prey  .  Intrigue  and  admiration  .  She  certainly  has  the  talent  for  keeping  up  the  hunt  ,  but  ...  there’s  more  behind  her  swings  .  Purpose  .  Cassandra  feels  a  certain  kinship  ,  perhaps  ,  something  they  can’t  quite  explain  .  It’s  only  been  felt  with  Bela  and  Daniela  before  .  

     The  devotion  to  protect  those  you  love  .  

     Whatever  may  be  the  cause  ,  Cassandra  eagerly  takes  opportunity  to  skip  to  Charlotte’s  side  ,  grabbing  trailing  cloak  to  wave  playfully  ---  first  to  Charlotte  ,  then  Victor  .  

     “  I  couldn’t  help  but  notice  ...  “  Temptation  to  reach  for  Charlotte’s  blade  ,  held  back  just  in  time  .  Instead  ,  Cassandra  proudly  raises  own  sickle  .  It’s  dirty  .  Nails  scratch  at  dried  blood  --  almost  embarrassed  --  before  blade  is  tucked  ‘way  once  more  .  “  You  have  taste  in  weaponry  ,  don’t  you  ?  My  sisters  prefer  the  same  ...  “