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The Queen
When the door swung open it revealed a moon-shaped room, wrapping around a large staircase like that that you would see in a mansion, with carven banisters and white stairs, accented with a deep brown walnut wood. The tiles of the floor were made of Mother of Pearl, and the walls were of pure wood, of all shades, and textures and kinds, made into pictures on the walls. Pictures of a culture that seemed heavily set in nature. The roof was tall and ended in a glass dome, which provided the only light. Most notable in all the room, was the figure that stood on the wide staircase.
She wore many layers of light purple and peach, shimmering in the light. And her bodice was a spring green. Her face was of pure white, with rosy cheeks and peachy eye shadow. Her pastel purple hair was half up in a bun, and shielded by a thin vale in the back, coming from a crown of pearls and fresh blossoms. Her eyes matched her hair to perfection, and her lashes were a deep violet. Though tall, she was skinny, with slim arms that seemed unable to lift more than a sparrow, and a figure small enough to slide through a hole only fit for a child.
Over her shoulder hovered a ruby-breasted hummingbird, with colors so vibrant, they hurt the eyes.
Her pink lips parted in a smile, and she spoke in a beautiful, yet powerful voice, not fitting to her frame.
“Welcome, Strangers.” She held her arms out to the side, and her sleeves, made as if from a wedding veil, rippled and came to life. Sweeping behind her on a gentle breeze. “I am the Queen of Lillen, and I have pulled you here from your worlds to save my people.” She clasped her hands in front of her, and let her words sink in for a few seconds before easing down to sit on the steps. Using an unseen force between her hands and the objects, the Queen pulled chairs from the next room for those of average human size. “I’m afraid I have no seat for you, dear Dragon,” She apologized, looking into Snakes face. “Sit, the rest of you. I know you will wish an explanation for my actions, and it would be unfair for me to deny and withhold.” She waited for those who chose to sit, arraying her many layers of light skirts comfortably about her. “Lillen once was the most fair land you shall ever see,” she flicked her hand, with fingers like twigs, at the glass dome, and it changed to a picture of a paradise. “It was living, it was beautiful, it was peaceful. But then they came.” Flicking her hand again, the picture was of burnt skeleton trees, and charred ground. Soldiers led by a dragon. Her face grew grave, her smile died on her lips, and her voice sounded strained. “They destroy our land, our people. But…” A tiny green sprout appeared among the black and the ash. “But, you are our hope. Our Fireweed who will take back the ground. I have seen visions of your world, even here I see some of you wearing armor or bearing weapons. You can slay the dragons who lead the Gilgannings, you can destroy the soldiers.” The bird around her chirped and danced in the air in delight, for he felt his home would soon be new again. “If you do not wish to fight, you do not return to your worlds.” She swept her arm over the floor, and it too changed, swirling like a whirlpool of the sea, looking as real as life. “This palace is made of magic, therefore, I have complete and utter control over it.” She smiled once again, and held her finger up for the hummingbird to rest on. “You are here to be the saviors of Lillen, to fight a war we cannot fight, to help the weak. Once you have succeeded, I will send you home to the exact time and place that I pulled you from. Until then, you will be treated as a guest of my palace. My son, Fennin will be your guide.” Waiting a few seconds, she ended saying, “Speak now, before the war, or remain silent.”
Nahim
Nahim rose from his seat quickly,
“I will not fight another war,” He replied harshly, “I speak, I cry, NIH!” His voice echoed through the entire room. He huffed, and pushed the great doors open, marching out into the garden.
“Follow him,” The Queen commanded her hummingbird, “Make sure he does no harm.”
"You need French Toast."
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Snake
He sat down on the floor, tail curled around his legs, as the queen of this kingdom explained what was going on. One of the characters angrily stormed out, not wanting to fight their war for them.
Snake didn’t mind going to war for some other kingdom. It’d be enjoyable, and he could use a break from Hector’s forces…..plus, maybe this’d prepare him for when he’d have to confront the ImperialWing king himself. Chief could lead the Icewraiths and SpartanWings in his absence. He’d always been better at it anyway.
His brain then locked on to what the queen had explained. The kingdom had magic, and it was more powerful than his, since he evidently couldn’t use it to go home. But apparently they couldn’t use it in war?
Strange.
“If you have such power,” he asked, “why don’t you use it to fight these invaders? My home has done that for centuries. At least one member in every generation of my family has had the power to bend the world to our will, and the inheritance of this magic is how we chose our heirs. I am the latest in my line to have it, thus I’m expected to take the throne and battle the enemies who currently encroach on our territory using my power.”
Not that she needed to know this…she’d probably seen it when she was watching him. She knew what a dismal failure he and his family had been at overseeing his kingdom.
Maybe she wanted to help, and that’s why she’d brought him here? To teach him?
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I don’t have time, but I really want to explain the Icewraith-ImperialWing War lore to you all lol. I’m gonna have to do it tomorrow or something.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Oh, that sounds interesting!
The Queen
“I cannot use my magic to cause harm. I can only heal what is broken, and sprout what is dorment. I am not my power in human form, I am simply the carrier of my power. If I were to kill or wound with intention, my power would leave me the instant I did so. The only ones who can use their power for such purposes are my son and my nephew. They are the Protectors of our time. Similar to the tradition of your people, we have one or two men each generation who can use their power for anything that will help preserve and protect our land. But my son is only 22, and my nephew younger by one year, they have not grown strong enough to withstand the war, though they have already tried.”
"You need French Toast."
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Ok! So I was fooling around and now don’t have enough time to write out the whole Icewraith-ImperialWing history! Ugh, I’ll get to it soon, I promise.
Snake
He listened to the queen’s explanation. It was interesting how similar their culture was to his.
At least she had a convincing reason as to why she couldn’t use her magic to fix everything.
He had a convincing reason as to why he couldn’t fix everything back home too, but he wasn’t going to think about it right now. It wouldn’t help anyone.
He stepped forward and bowed his head. “Then I will do everything in my power to help you, as you seem to be in the same situation as I. Where are your son and nephew? I’d like to talk to them.”
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
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Kate
Are you kidding me? Thought Kate.
The queen had pulled them all here to clean up her mess—as though Kate didn’t have enough problems of her own—and some people, at least the dragon, were going along with this?
“Look,” said Kate. “You’re not the only one with problems. My home happens to be in the middle of a war as well. I don’t have time to be sucked into one in another dimension!”
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đź“š Appreciator of BooksQueen Silvae
“Thank you, dear dragon. Fennin and Tren stand on the balcony near the dome above me. They will be down in a minute, if they hurry.” Shouts came from high up above the staircase, like someone yelling
“Race you!”
Queen Silvae turned to the young woman.
“Did you not hear me? I said I would return you to the exact time and place you left. And, I hold the key to your return. Try, your magic is not strong enough. Your power is weak, I can feel it. Storm off like the other, but both you and he are forever stuck without me. Yes, cruel to force, but cruel to let die.”
"You need French Toast."
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Kate
“Very noble of you to force other people to risk their lives for you,” sneered Kate. “I’m not going to do what you say even if it means I never leave!” She turned and briskly walked out.
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đź“š Appreciator of BooksKate apparently didn’t understand the Queen’s last sentence
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully đź’•)It would be fun to do a persuasive essay on Queen Silvae. Maybe a comparison one too. Idk, I just feel like she needs someone to defend her.
she seems really mean, but if you could save the entire world by forcing a group of people to fight, would you?
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Kate apparently didn’t understand the Queen’s last sentence
That’s because I didn’t either XD. Is she saying that it’s better to force them to fight than for her people to die? In that case, Kate simply wouldn’t agree anyway.
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for some reason my last RP didn’t tag all of you, weird.
Snake
Another character stormed out, saying she wouldn’t help even if she was stuck forever.
Snake didn’t move. He’d stick by his decision.
He wasn’t exactly a fan of being here either, but he was in fact stuck here until he fought, he might as well do it. Maybe train somebody in the process.
He’s just like “really Kate? I hate this idea too but that’s just immature. And I know immature.”
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
And now, the promised History of the Icewraith-ImperialWing War:
(this is only a rough draft. This is the first time I’ve actually written it down lol)
The Icewraiths were proud to have been the first to discover it. No one knew quite how to describe it. It was different from the abilities the JediWings and SithWings possessed, but perhaps more powerful.
But Kote, the first Icewraith king and the first with the magic in his talons, didn’t want to use it to conquer and destroy other dragons–not their neighbors the MandaloreWings and SpartanWings, nor the JediWings, who were at war with them at the time. He used his powers in the war, but once it was over, he vowed only to use his magic to help the tribes, and had his children pledge the same.
Fast forward several thousand years. Kote’s descendants are spread through multiple tribes, taking their genetic disposition for magic with them. The ImperialWings have a new king–Hector, who, unbeknownst to him, has some Icewraith blood. His powers manifest a short time before he takes the throne, but it soon becomes clear he is much more…..aggressive than his ancestors.
Meanwhile, the Icewraith kingdom is in shambles. Snake’s father was betrayed and ousted (he’s probably dead by the time the story happens). Young Snake (whose birth name was David) and his brother (whose name is Eli, but that’s not important) are sent to two opposing cities. Snake trains as a mercenary, and his sneaky, deadly tactics give him the name we now know him as. He quickly becomes something of a leader to the dragons living in the surrounding area.
Hector sets his sights on the floundering Icewraiths and declares war on them. The SpartanWings, a small tribe of fierce fighter dragons, friendly to the Icewraiths and historic protectors of dragon royalty, realize they must help their allies find a suitable monarch to lead the kingdom against the ImperialWings before it’s too late. The SpartanWing chief and his half-Icewraith cousin travel across the star system searching for a descendant of Kote who carries the magic in their talons.
That’s where Snake comes in.
aaaaand I’m out of time to type this and have to get off soon, so turns out this’ll be a two-parter.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
That sounds really interesting! I can see that it’s sort of fan-fiction-y but it’s also pretty original. I like it 🙂
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NAZYRA
She watched people leave, eyes flicking between the doors and the queen standing on the stairs. The woman was forcing them to fight some kind of battle? There was no way! Nazyra barely knew the basics of Essence wielding, she would not last long at all. But neither could she be trapped here, Spires knew where.
Familiar shapes formed around her, lavender Essence coalescing into contracting balls of anxiousness. She stood to face the queen, unable to hide her panic. “You’ve stolen us from our homes, only to send us off to our deaths?”
SYNIAN
“Dear Umid, a little help here? Maybe grab a ladder, or…” Synian trailed off, trying with difficulty to crane his neck downward enough to spot the man.
“Don’t you have a personality stashed away somwhere that could help you?” Umid said calmly, looking quizzically up at where Syn still clung to the wall.
He considered, it would be nice to trade Pshycs, if he managed to reach one. He awkwardly bashed his head against his shoulder, triggering one of his mindstones. Immediately, his shoulders drooped. “Ah, no, it didn’t work,” he suddenly wailed. “I’m going to die, pathetically—”
“Synian, you’re barely ten feet up. You aren’t going to die.”
“—after years of running from those cursed Veils. My legacy shall end because my hand got stuck on a stone wall.”
He heard a hum. “What previously poor soul did you take this mind from?”
“I don’t know, Umid. You think I take the time to study people’s life histories before I steal their personalities?”
“Well…” Umid cleared his throat. “You know what, I’ll go look for something to get you down.”
“It won’t matter.” Synian lamented, his voice growing more inconsolable. Where had he found such a depressing Psych? Oh well, too late now. He was content to wallow at his own funeral. Sad and alone.
His silver and black haired friend was back a minute later, carrying a long wooden ladder. He set it silently against the wall, soon appearing at Synian’s side and reaching out a hand. He did his best to help Syn in the precarious situation, but even when they reached the top of the wall, Synian couldn’t suppress his angst at the idea of falling.
Especially when he did just that. He backed into the parapet and tumbled off the wall with a loud cry, only to land with a hard splash in a small river. “Ahghng.” He gurgled tearfully.
Above him, Umid simply shook his head, dropping the ladder on this side of the fortess and climbing down until he stood next to where Synian was pitifully dragging himself out of the water.
Umid looked at the castle, where a man was currently storming out the doors, a strange bird like device buzzing after him. “There is something off about this place, Synian. I think we should go and investigate.” Umid paused, glancing down at him. “And maybe we can find a towel for you along the way.”
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:@princesachronicle22 @anyoneelse
Queen Silvae.
“Maybe it is so. I’m sorry if it is. I did not handpick you, you were chosen by my power, for it and I are like symbiotes. We are one, but it has a mind of its own. Why you were chosen, I don’t know.”
Yeh, along the lines of. Sorry, I get a weird style sometimes.
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Nahim
Another war? No! Nih! A thousand times forget it! He had enough PTSD, enough loosing friends and family, enough duels to the death, enough betrayal, enough watching…no, he still couldn’t think about that. How thankful to Ehyeh he was that was not really Mandin, the screams still came into his dreams. Enough fighting monsters, enough loosing limbs, enough getting almost crushed by a palace, enough Krogens, enough wounds, enough scrapes with death.
“Augh!” He yelled, angerly throwing his fist at air. Bop climbed up to his shoulder, chirping to him. “I know, I know. But listen, I’m tired of war.” Bop chirped a reply. “I don’t care. I can accept being a twenty-one-year-old warrior tired of war. It’s happened before.” Bop folded his claws and chattered. “Ouch, that hurt. Have you been reading my journal again?” Bop’s purple eyes liked downwards. He tapped the tips of his claws together. “You little yrge. “
Bop chippered, jumping from Nahim’s shoulder to the ground.
“Nih! I don’t care that you brought Master Dare into it. He’s dead. Besides, I already made the alliance with the dragons, what more would he want? If he was here, I bet he would be just as angry as I.” He just would be better at hiding it.Â
Bop tried to reason with him, but Nahim paid no attention.
“Converse time is over, little bud.” With that, Nahim stormed through the front gates, thrusting them closed behind him in Bop’s face.
This land can become desolate, that Lady can watch her family die, watch her friends get tortured. Get broken in body and spirit. Then she will understand why I don’t want to fight…but then, if I don’t help her, it will all happen, won’t it? Do I want someone else to bear my same pain? Nahim’s hands fisted. Looking at the smoke winding up from the far off horizon, he turned around, finding Bop, with sad eyes looking up at him, pleading.
“I’m sorry, Bop. Will you assist me?”
"You need French Toast."
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