I Killed The Main Characters

The mansion was grand, towering with high ceilings and sparkling chandeliers that hung like stars above.

Marble floors stretched out in every direction, reflecting the warm golden light of the evening.

The air smelled of polished wood and fresh flowers, and the soft hum of conversation filled the halls.

Servants moved gracefully through the crowd—maids in their black and white uniforms, butlers in tailored suits—all part of the noble household that served the Bluerose family.

At the center of it all stood a girl, no more than twelve years old, her blue hair cascading in soft waves down her back.

Her eyes, a striking shade of blue like the ocean, gleamed with happiness. Experience the best from m|v|l|e|mp|y|r

She wore a pure white dress, intricately embroidered with silver threads, the fabric shimmering with each movement she made.

A delicate silver tiara sat atop her head, amplifying her beauty and grace.

Amy Bluerose stood tall, her smile wide and proud as she awaited the crowd approaching her.

The people moved slowly towards her, a small group of nobles and servants.

Among them, she spotted her mother, but her face wasn't clear. It was blurry, as if covered by a fog.

In fact, none of the figures had clear faces—just vague, shadowy outlines of people she knew should care for her, people she thought loved her.

Yet, even without their features, she could feel their warmth, their presence. And so, she smiled wider, excitement filling her chest as they neared.

But then something strange happened.

The crowd didn't stop in front of her.

They didn't acknowledge her at all.

Instead, they walked right past her, as if she were invisible.

The butlers, the maids, the noblemen—all of them moved forward, ignoring her entirely.

Amy's smile faltered, confusion spreading across her face. Her blue eyes, once bright with anticipation, began to dim.

"Mother?" she muttered softly, reaching out towards the figure she believed to be her mother.

Her small hand clutched at the woman's gown, but instead of the comforting embrace she had hoped for, the fabric tore. She was left standing there, clutching nothing but a torn piece of cloth in her trembling hand.

Her mother didn't even turn to look at her.

The confusion turned into a hollow ache in her chest. Her expression went blank, and she glanced down at the torn piece of her mother's dress.

She felt abandoned, discarded. Slowly, Amy looked up, her eyes searching for the reason they had passed her by.

The crowd was heading towards another girl, a younger one—perhaps only eleven years old—standing just a few steps away.

Her hair was black as night, but her eyes were the same piercing blue as Amy's.

The girl wore a sleek black dress, adorned with glittering jewels that caught the light. Her tiara, brighter and more extravagant than Amy's, gleamed like a crown of stars.

The crowd had gathered around her, praising her with words that stung Amy's ears.

"Such grace…"

"Her talents are unmatched!"

"A true genius, one destined for greatness!"

Amy's chest tightened, her throat burning as she swallowed back the bitter taste of jealousy and sorrow.

She sank to her knees, the piece of cloth slipping from her fingers as her hands rested limply in her lap. Her mind raced, trying to understand how this had happened.

How had 'she' been forgotten?

How had her younger sister, the girl she had always seen as just a child, become the center of attention? The chosen one?

'That's how it turned out,' Amy thought bitterly to herself, her voice quiet and cold in her mind.

'My sister... She stole my spotlight, my future, my birthright.'

She had always believed she was special. People had told her she was a genius, a saintess, someone born only once in a thousand years.

The empire itself had sung her praises, calling her the future of the Bluerose family, the one who would carry their prestigious name to even greater heights.

But then her sister had come along.

Her younger sister had shown a level of magical prowess that eclipsed even Amy's, her talents undeniable.

The family elders whispered that her sister was the 'true' heir, the one with abilities beyond measure.

It was as if Amy's accomplishments meant nothing in comparison. The more her sister grew, the more Amy's own light dimmed.

The family chose her sister to be the next head of the Bluerose House, and suddenly, all the attention, all the love, all the admiration shifted away from Amy and towards her younger sibling.

It didn't matter that Amy had worked hard, trained tirelessly, and carried the weight of those expectations for so long. In the eyes of the family, she had been replaced.

But it wasn't just her sister's magic that had sealed her fate. The family believed her sister was purer, more suited to lead.

While Amy had been bold, confident, and sometimes a little too ambitious, her sister played the part of the perfect daughter.

Quiet, graceful, obedient. She was everything the Bluerose family admired in a future leader.

And Amy? Amy was too fierce, too stubborn. Too much.

It was dark and twisted how it all made sense. She had been cast aside not because she wasn't good enough, but because her sister had been 'perfect.'

Too perfect to ignore. And now, Amy was nothing but a shadow.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar scent—her father's cologne.

It was rich and comforting, a scent that always reminded her of safety and love.

She looked up, wiping at the tears that had begun to blur her vision.

Her father, tall and dignified with his proud blue hair, was walking towards her. Relief washed over her.

'Father… Father loves me. He always has. He wouldn't leave me behind like this.'

She smiled, her hands lifting toward him, ready to feel the warmth of his embrace.

But, to her horror, he walked right past her.

She caught a glimpse of his face—unclear, like the others—but the scent of his cologne lingered as he joined the crowd surrounding her sister.

"No… No, Father, wait!" Amy whispered, her voice trembling as she reached out toward him, but her fingers grasped nothing but air.

Her tiara slipped from her head, falling to the floor with a sharp clink.

The delicate silver shattered into glimmering pieces, scattering across the floor like broken glass.

Each fragment caught the light, and for a brief moment, Amy saw reflections in them—memories of her father telling her he loved her, of him smiling at her, of him holding her close. All those moments she had cherished now felt like lies.

Her vision blurred again, but this time it wasn't just from tears.

Her father, her sister, the crowd—they all turned into silhouettes, shadowy figures with no faces, no features. Her world was crumbling.

Amy's dress, once pristine and elegant, now felt heavy and torn, like it was weighing her down.

She glanced back at her sister, the figure who had stolen everything from her.

Her younger sister stood tall, her tiara held high, her dark dress unblemished. The grin that spread across her sister's face was wide and cruel, and it made Amy's heart stop. Her sister had won, and she reveled in Amy's defeat.

Suddenly, everything went dark. The walls of the mansion disappeared, the chandeliers faded into nothing, and the silhouettes dissolved into the black void around her.

A single red spotlight beamed down from above, casting its harsh light on Amy, making her feel exposed and vulnerable.

Her once-beautiful face looked soulless in the light.

Dark bags hung under her eyes, her once-clear blue eyes now empty, lifeless.

Black mascara ran down her cheeks, mixing with her tears, pooling onto the floor beneath her.

She tried to wipe it away, but no matter how much she rubbed her eyes, the blackness continued to flow, staining her fingers, her skin, her dress. It blinded her, suffocating her in her own sadness.

The world had crumbled around her, and she felt as though she would drown in the darkness.

But then, with a sudden jolt, she was back.

The dim light of the Ravenwood cafeteria replaced the void, and the sound of clattering dishes and laughter filled the air.

Amy blinked, her vision clearing. She looked down and saw her hand gripping the edge of the table, the wood beneath her fingers cracked and splintered from the force of her grip.

The emotions that had overwhelmed her in that dark dream still lingered in her chest, burning hot with anger.

She glanced up and saw Noah sitting across from her, his presence calm and composed. The sight of him made her stomach twist.

'… He's stealing my spotlight too. Just like my sister did.'

The realization hit her like a wave of ice.

Noah.

She had always thought she was the only one who could carry the weight of a legacy. But Noah… he was taking it all from her, just like her sister had.

He was the one getting praised, the one who was winning the attention she thought was hers by right.

Amy stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. The noise drew the attention of the students around her, but she didn't care. She couldn't stay there.

She couldn't sit there and watch herself once again forgotten in favor of someone else.

Without a word, Amy stormed out of the cafeteria, her head held high despite the storm of emotions tearing at her insides.

Behind her, she heard the concerned whispers of her classmates. Some of the noble girls followed her, calling after her, asking if she was alright.

But Amy didn't respond. She couldn't.

Because deep down, she wasn't alright. She wasn't sure if she ever would be again.