#princess vara

[grimlocksword]

Journo Calls Super Princess Peach SEXIST & CRINGE Over Emotion Mechanics...

[crimsonsoulpower]

I just know Deva slept on the couch for at the very least three whole nights for his "more beautiful than you" "joke" of his.

No way a princess like Vara is putting up with all that. Man had to be taught a lesson. 😤

[zici]

Right The Wrongs

Hey everyone, this was just supposed to be a hc, I thought up in the server(https://discord.gg/qAu8tqTjfQ) but it evolved into a fic(?). Please don’t mind any and all grammatical mistakes and typos, for I’m not proofreading the whole content. And a big thank you and love you to all the peeps from the server for live reacting❤️‍🔥😭🏃‍♀️✨

Part 1

So varadeva divorce happens and vara is with a baby. Now the baby is old enough to walk by the time deva breaks the seal. Now deva is brought to the court and he’s presented with two choices either hand over Aadhya as she has khansaars seal and take over his previous position of being the Salaar or yield his rights of being the Salaar, the shouranga heir and to cut off all ties with any Khansaarian until death. 

Relinquishing his right to the throne, Varadha and lastly unbeknownst to him, their daughter also. Jus when he puts the pen down. He hears a kids laugh from outside the room. He takes one look at vara. And starts sprinting towards the door. Vara quietly commands baba. And baba exits through another door. Deva is already out when he sees baba hiding someone from his view and walking to a room opposite to him.  A small hand peeks above babas shoulder. And deva let’s out a silent gasp and tries to reach for them. To turn baba around look at that someone. But before he could do that he’s being overwhelmed with men pushing him away. Any other day he would flick them off of him but today he’s mentally unstable. He sees baba getting inside the room. And vara appears at the doorway. Looks at him bitterly eyes red and closes the door. Deva is shouting at the top of his lungs. 

He’s pushed out of the Mannar mansion. He slaps his forehead for making the stupid decision of signing the papers. He’s not worried about a stupid piece of paper but what he’s worried about is vara will now have a reason to send his armies against him in case he tries to meet their kid breaching the contract. And armies he can handle, but their kid wouldn’t have a home to live in if their parents are at a war against each other. It starts to rain heavily and his tears disappearing in the rain droplets and walks and walks without any direction in mind he’s forgotten abt Aadhya Bilal and amma murmuring I’m sorry Varadha over and over again.

For next 7 years, Varadha is dealing with rebellions against his rule. And he can’t even bring deva back cause of the contract. Also his loyalists wolves in sheep clothing are waiting for a moment karta lets up and makes a mistake. One night vara with heavy heart goes to his daughter’s bedroom talks about her father, the Salaar of Khansaar, his husband and the only love of his life.  She’s very angry at deva and badmouths him but Vara admonishes her saying please don’t get angry at your father he loves appa so much and he loves you the double but she goes as if! he doesn’t even know me vara chuckles sadly brushing her hair out of her eyes bids her good night with a kiss on her forehead to behave good until he’s back attend classes and her training. The very next day she hears about Appa’s death as his tent had been ambushed by vedha, finally Radha Rama wins.

The entirety of Khansaar is thrown into chaos as karta Varadha is no longer alive. They know of the princess but she’s too young to get be installed as Karta. And all of Khansaar is eyeing the throne and they want the princess to be eliminated. Baba quickly absconds the Mannar mansion with the teenage princess without as much as mourning for Varadha. The shourangas welcome them with scorn for the one and only reason that the princess has shouranga blood flowing in her. Baba tries his level best to contact deva but in vain. The princess develops hatred against deva. For abandoning her, appa and baba.

It’s been seven years since then, baba has died, Radha Rama has claimed the throne and the princess presents herself as alpha on the fateful night they took up shelter in the shouranga territory. She’s 21 now and she’s craving for revenge, with deep rooted hatred for her Appa’s murderers and her father Deva. She’s 21 now and she’s craving for revenge, with deep rooted hatred for her Appa’s murderers and her father Deva. But it’s not as easy as it seems to be with them on the losing side so the princess descends into madness, and ambushes the dinner Karta Radha Rama schedules as a celebration for almost winning the battle effectively weeding out rebellions, alone.

She slashes all the pigs seated for a feast, throat parched with war cries, eyes red body drenched with the blood of her Appa’s murderers and murderers of her kin back in shouranga territory, bile rises up her throat to look at people ready to bite into flesh when their men are laying down lives in vain, ready to kill their siblings, ready to separate a daughter from her father. She finally goes up to Radha Rama, who looks up to the princess sneering still very much regal, white hair peeking out from her long braid and opens her mouth to talk but the princess slices her neck dejectedly saying You don’t have the right for last words, Auntie.

She walks out of the hall drenched in blood looking like Kateramma herself, setting fire the whole way to the throne room, she stands in the middle looking at the throne as her surroundings are engulfed by fire, lifts her sword up pointing to the throne and turns around slowly her sword now pointing to Deva who is now running towards her as she drops dead onto the floor. Deva runs into the fire holding the princess close to him wailing at the Gods standing tall in the throne room. The princess strictly commanded her army and kin to never let Deva know about Khansaar and most importantly Appa’s death , she said That man, who is not worthy to be called a father didn’t think twice before signing a stupid paper over a woman very much aware he would lose the right of calling Appa his husband, so why would he now run back when he hears about Appa’s death?! I don’t want his false show of tears nor his fake concern!

Deva has never looked back fearing Varadhas wrath and he first hand knows the evil reality of war and he doesn’t want his kid to grow up in a war ridden society and prays everyday for his husband and kid to live happily far away from him and the deaths he brings. He runs away to Ladakh drowns himself in alcohol and construction work. He had become a recluse. His only stops were home, work and the alcohol shop. He stares at the wall in his house replaying his last bitter farewell with his family time and again, how things would’ve been different if he hadn’t signed the papers, if he hadn’t stopped the seal and if he hadn’t left Varadha but nothing changes he’s still here in the dark about to doze off to a alcohol induced slumber instead of hearing his husband and kid calling him for dinner. One day, fourteen years later he gets a letter from Khansaar.

And it’s addressed to Devaratha Raisaar Shouryanga-Mannar, surprised he still has his birth and martial surnames intact. Hope glimmering in his eyes, thinking hundreds of possibilities that his husband has forgiven him and ready to have him back or their kid might be have been installed as a Dora or as Karta!? And he’s been invited for the ceremony but his racing mind suddenly stops at the first sentence; Karta Varadha Rajamannar had died 14 years ago. Radha Rama is now Karta. Your daughter had been leading us shouryangas and whatever traditional faction of Mannar is remaining to dethrone Rama. But victory is bleak. And she’s now determined to burn along with the entirety of Khansaar. She never listened to reason, it didn’t matter when it came avenging her Appa. We are not sure if anything of Khansaar will remain before this letter reaches you. Oh, her name is Devi.

Deva is on auto pilot, grabs his keys to his jeep, while covering his mouth and shouts into his palms muffling his angry wails, tears running down his face never blinking and starts his road journey to Khansaar, not stopping for sleep or food but only when the jeep is out of fuel or is broken down. His face swollen because of tears, not letting his mind think fearing he would break down and die in an accident before meeting his daughter their daughter it physically hurts him to even think about his love, he doesn’t deserve to.

He reaches Khansaar after 2 days of travelling which is splattered in red and covered in smoke, not a single soul around. He climbs the stairs leading to the sacred halls of throne room only to witness his signature sword pointed at him by an young woman with long black hair in tresses, and face streaked with kohl and covered in blood and starts sprinting towards her but then she drops onto the floor making his heart stop and legs to speed up not caring his for legs catching fire. He gathers Devi into his lap and finds that she already is dead. He loses his mind and cries and wails and beats his fists to the ground. Cursing Khansaar for their plight. Devi, you shouldn't have been named after me, says Deva regretfully.

He has lost both his husband and daughter at the same time. When exhaustion and lack of sleep catches him, he deliriously starts talking to Devi as if she were a baby. You have Varadhas nose! And my feet and hands! You will be inheriting Varadhas entire library filled with ancient scrolls and scriptures. And my weaponry! Everything belongs to you. I’ll take you to my favorite place tomorrow, it’s our secret place! Your Appa must be running late, but let’s first go to sleep? Then he closes his eyes clutches Devi tightly against himself as the flames are drawing in…

Deva opens his eyes, his cheeks wet with tears, finding himself back in their bed clutching Varadha tightly.

To be continued...

[skaldish]

Till en viss det förstår jag personen som skickade hatet. Det är väldigt udda att se amerikaner... jag vet inte hur jag ska formulera det, men typ, ta en del av våran kultur och sprida den? Nu pratar jag inte bara om asatro, den båten har seglat, men vår folktro, vår historia, sägen, osv. Saker som känns mer hemligt, mer "vårt". Och visst, kultur är till för att delas, men... Det känns bara lite udda. Även om amerikanerna som "snor" har nån random gammal släkting som är härifrån trakterna. Lite "gammelmormor var en indiansk prinsessa" vibes haha 😂

Nu säger jag det här bara för att visa att det finns skandinaver som har liknande syn som den som skickade den tidigare asken, dock så följer vi kanske sig och tycker att din syn på saker kan vara intressant. Dessutom verkar du vara duktig på att leta reda på saker som kanske inte är så vidspridda här heller, även om du kanske ibland feltolkar delar av vår kultur.

Så detta är inget hatbrev, det är ett "jag förstår varför den tidigare personen skrev som den gjorde, och jag vill ge en snällare förklaring". Typ. Om det makes sense.

God dag! 😁

To a certain extent, I understand the person who sent the hate. It's very odd to see Americans… I don't know how to put it, but like, take a part of our culture and spread it? Now I'm not just talking about Ásatrú, that boat has sailed, but our folk beliefs, our history, legends, etc. Things that feel more secret, more "ours". And sure, culture is meant to be shared, but… It just feels a bit odd. Even if the Americans who "steal" have some random old relative who is from around here. A little "great grandmother was a Native American princess" vibes haha 😂 Now I say this just to show that there are Scandinavians who have similar views as the one who sent the previous box, however, we may follow you and find your view of things interesting. Also, you seem to be good at finding out things that may not be so widespread here either, although you may sometimes misinterpret parts of our culture. So this isn't a hate mail, it's a "I understand why the previous person wrote the way they did, and I want to give a kinder explanation". Sort of. If that makes sense. Good day to you! 😁

Nah, I understand completely. And I know the image you're seeing of American Heathenry looks batshit. It looks batshit for me too—but that's because I understand it's a fairy-tale and it's always looked like one to me.

I think that's something important to keep in mind here, though. The Heathenry you see in America is manufactured for us, mostly by American companies, orgs, and snake-oil salesmen for the purpose of their own agendas. Whatever these actors can snag from the Nordic countries that makes their fairy tale look more real, they do.

One of the things this fairy-tale tells us is that "Heathenry died off with the vikings a long time ago, so it's up to us to return to our ancient roots to restore it." Often when I bring up your culture, it's to illustrate that this is bullshit, and that your current culture matters when it comes to how we Americans understand Heathenry. (I'm also trying to compare cultural senses to illustrate the differences.)

But if I'm blatantly getting something wrong or being insensitive about something in this process, you are more than free to tell me.

What I don't appreciate is when people are just angry that I exist and want me to take responsibility for the fact they feel angry about my existence. The fact the other person didn't return to explain what the actual problem I was causing was, tells me they just wanted a punching bag.

I understand getting angry about Americans taking what's "yours" without a care—and I agree it's a problem—but getting angry at Americans doesn't solve this problem. It's certainly won't get the tens of thousands of American Heathens to stop being Heathen. A better approach would be to just help us get better educated about it.

[lowelll]

Capitan Patriarcado - Sinopsis

en un continente asolado por el feminismo, Ciudad Patriarcado, una pequeña ciudad-estado insular, se mantiene "erecta" como el ultimo bastión del machismo, esta ciudad es regida por el único hombre de la ciudad, un valiente niño de 12 años; Víctor Canul; de día es el alcalde que rige la ciudad con polla de hierro, pero de noche, es el superhéroe Capitán Patriarcado.

el capitán patriarcado defiende la ciudad de las amenazas feministas y salva las vidas en peligro como buen superhéroe, con la diferencia de que casi siempre termina follando tanto a la victima como a las villanas que atrapa.

su traje se conforma únicamente de una capa y un antifaz negros, aunque su mas distinguible rasgo es su poderoso pene de 45 centímetros, erecto las 24 horas del día, con el que empala a las villanas feministas, y que esta siempre expuesto al aire, para recordarle al mundo, que ciudad patriarcado esta protegida por un semental misógino, fuerte y macizo.

además de su poderosa vara de hombría, entre sus superpoderes se encuentran: volar, superfuerza, control mental, la habilidad de crear clones para empalar mujeres por varios agujeros al mismo tiempo y la capacidad de expulsar de su pene; chorros de hasta 5,000 litros de semen, con los que puede aplastar a sus enemigas o apagar incendios, su único gadget seria la llave de la ciudad, concedida al ser el alcalde, con el que puede entrar a cualquier casa para cogerse a las residentes en cualquier momento que el quiera.

pero el Capitán Patriarcado no esta solo, pues a su lado tiene al Harem de la Justicia, un grupo de mujeres que apoyan al Capitán en la defensa de la ciudad, estas son:

-Super Sumisa

-Tetas Titánicas

-Lady Orgía

-Gothicc Princess

-Lisarya Slu’ut

en la noche son las heroínas que apoyan al capitán, aunque de día son las sexys y voluptuosas secretarias del alcalde Víctor Canul, y aunque a menudo usan sus poderes para luchar contra feministas, la mayor parte del tiempo su principal apoyo es ser sus fundas de pene para que el Capitán pueda descargar el exceso de semen de sus bolas en ellas y mantener su verga caliente las 24 horas del día.

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[cerisevvi]

A chaos of a princess

of the tower ░ ऻ

[ es una ficha temporal, todavía me falta añadir muchísimos detallitos del personaje ]

Nombre FC : HEEJIN — ARTMS

Nombre OC : VIELLA MUSTKILL.

Fecha de nacimiento + edad: 18.09.04 — 19 AÑOS.

Reino : VARA.

Posición : CIVIL.

Habilidades : HUMO OSCURO — TECNOPATÍA.

Dragón : TRUENO TAMBOR.

Arma : DESCONOCIDA.

HISTORIA 🐚 ˯ ࣪ ꯭䯡

[ Historia dada por @.SILIUSPROMO ]

Criada bajo la perfección que envuelve a una Mustkill, ella y su hermana mayor siempre fueron conscientes que debían ser las mujeres más valerosas para preservar el linaje de una familia llena de lujos, poder y aristocracia. Pero había una diferencia.

Con dos madres bastante amorosas pero exigentes, ambas hijas de las Mustkill nacieron bajo el más avanzado experimento que se pudo presenciar; un cultivo de niñas, que unía la medicina con la tecnología, tan similar preservar los huevos de dragon. Aunque el experimento falló mil veces, con ellas dos había resultado perfecto.

Una diferencia si fue clave en su crianza; la exigencia. Mientras a su hermana mayor se le entrenó como el ideal de la nación, con la dicha de protección a la realeza y se le vio ascender como guardia, a ella se le formó en la creación, la tecnología, los grandes avances que harían de su reino uno imponente.

¿Pero por qué nunca pudo elegir nada? ¿Por qué la exigencia no era tan fuerte en ella? ¿Por qué, aunque sus madres eran buenas, no podía hacer lo que ella quería? Y, aun más, ¿por qué era la única encargada de hacer que el linaje Mustkill siguiera trayendo mujeres poderosas?

Curiosidades ░ू ͟���️

✩ ۟ Inconscientemente desarrolló un amor/odio a la tecnología, aunque adora conectar con ella por su tecnopatía. Busca crear algo por su cuenta una vez, sin que nadie le diga que hacer con esa idea y elevar las posibilidades en la tecno-medicina.

✩ ۟ Quiere creer en ella misma, al menos alguien debe hacerlo. Dado por eso en secreto busca fortalecer sus conocimientos sobre las otras regiones, incluso llegando a escaparse y conversar con residentes de afuera.

✩ ۟ Admira y ama a su hermana mayor, aunque no niega la envidia que le tiene por ser tan asombrosa y que sus madres solo se centraran en ella. Nunca le ha tenido rencor, su ejemplo a seguir.

✩ ۟ Le da miedo su humo negro, suele descontrolarse cuando el estado de humor propio es más intenso. Tiene una pulsera que ella misma hizo que envía señales sensoriales a su cuerpo para entrar en calma.

✩ ۟ Creó un arma para sí misma en un momento de experimentar con cosas mientras buscaba llamar la atención de sus madres en su niñez/adolescencia. No sabe que nombre ponerle, más no la usa, la tiene guardada con llave.

[ Son curiosidades temporales, quiero ver su desarrollo como personaje primero. ]

🐚 ˯ ࣪ ꯭䯡 ✩ ۟ 𖦹 . ˚ ✩ ۟

✮ ◌ ˚ ASPECTO, I AM PERFECT.

No es muy alta, a pesar de vivir en Vara donde las temperaturas altas en algo común, su tez es clara y su cabello rubio resalta por donde la mires. Sus ojos de un intenso azul celeste no pierden contra el mismo cielo.

Tiene sus lunares bajo su ojo izquierdo, según su hermana es como una cara feliz si le trazas una línea curva debajo del par.

Es bella, pero eso no es importante dentro de su cabeza. Viella cree firmemente en que la belleza es subjetiva para quien desea apreciar las vistas.

PLOTS !

Coming soon <3

De momento no se me ocurre alguna idea de tramita. Más siempre es bienvenido quien guste darle una pequeñita oportunidad a esta niña por crecer con ustedes. No duden en enviarme un mensaje al DM <3

Añado también que tengo horarios complicados, así que mis respuestas suelen tardar poquito, más si eso es algún inconveniente, me dicen para estar atenta ante cualquier rolcito que tengamos juntxs! Y si llega a existir un problema/roce, porfis díganme para llegar a una solución pacífica, arigatooo por leer todo.

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[grimlocksword]

Sony FORCES Censorship On Princess Maker 2 Regen Over "Ethical Standards...

[mizho]

‘ en las calles de milano ’ corrige entre risas, revela un poco de su información que esconde arbitrariamente. mia no está acostumbrada a dejar trazos de ella en la vida en la vida de los demás. le gusta moverse como un recuerdo olvidable que podría volver a refrescarse en un futuro. pero ella no sabía si era verdad o mentira lo que entona con tanta libertad. ‘ disfrutas de las series norteamericanas, prometo no decirle a nadie ’ mantiene el tono de voz bajo, una mueca se forma al costado de su nariz cuando eleva su sonrisa torcida. ‘ me estás bajando demasiado la vara, ¿debería considerarlo un ataque? ’ pregunta en un falso reclamo, cuando está en compañía de la beltane todo se transforma en una humorada. en una actuación constante que le gusta ( y fascina ). sus pies chocan contra el césped con naturalidad, de un solo salto has logrado pisar tierra. ‘ uhm, déjame pensar ’ entrecierra sus orbes, la pipa es suficiente pista para saber que se trata de los sesenta, pero decide jugar un poco. ‘ de 1910 no eres, te faltaría el corset, a una chica casi se le escapó todo de tanto que la apretaron ’ confidencia es compartida entre risas, la bebida eclipsa tanto el raciocinio femenino, que las melodías jocosas vibran con mayor facilidad contra sus cuerdas vocales. se inclina en la parte trasera pero no ve nada, por lo que rescata el teléfono que tiene en el bolsillo de su pantalón e ilumina su interior. ‘ christina, yo canto bien ’ miente, cuando apunta a uno de los costados del diminuto espacio. ‘ ¡las tengo! ’ estira su brazo para alcanzarla desde el fondo y las eleva como si se tratase de un verdadero tesoro. ‘ ¿me gané algo por matar tu negatividad? ’ sonríe ampliamente, se inclina lo suficiente en el pequeño carrito para entregarle las llaves desde atrás, antes de rodear el carrito de golf. ‘ tienes pinta de estar más apta para ser mi chofer hoy, prometo que la próxima vez será tú mi passenger princess ’ pestañea un par de veces, rodeando el vehículo hasta el asiento de la coreana, invitándola a cambiarse. ‘ no puedes decirme que no, me arreglé especialmente para ti ’ lo cuenta en voz baja, como si de un nuevo secreto se tratase. y si es verdad o mentira. se lo queda para ella misma. ‘ me debes tu color favorito, al menos dame la cita ’

un movimiento desinteresado con la mano le indica que no es necesario. ‘ el daño ya está hecho ’ el corte es un tanto exagerado, pero sólo lo entona con fines humorísticos. las facciones apenan muestran más que un elevar sútil de comisuras, pero es lo más genuino y natural que puede representar. en el asiento se ajusta la boa y el desastre de plumas que baja hasta mitad de los brazos para dejar los hombros libres. ‘ ¿en las calles de sicilia mientras la brisa marina choca con tu rostro? ’ cuestiona grácil, es el cliché más típico que puede encontrar al respecto de las vespas, pero el lugar exacto del que proviene mia continúa siendo un misterio. ‘ lo vi en the white lotus ’ se inclina un poquito y lo revela como si de un secreto se tratase. ‘ llévame, cualquier lugar parece mejor que este ’ ver a la italiana tan inquieta en la búsqueda se le contagia y hace lo mismo desde su parte, revisa las cercanías con la mirada. ‘ de ayer, ¿tú qué crees? ’ con la palma sacude la pipa que porta, evidencia de la época, y con ella señala el tocado del cabello. no va con cigarro alguno, vaya, que dejó ese vicio en el pasado. ‘ ¿y tú? ¿britney? ¿christina? ’ en cualquiera de los casos, siente que le va como un guante a foránea. se aburre de buscar y apoya el codo en la parte superior del asiento, se gira para verla mejor. ‘ alguien debió usarlo antes y se quedó la llave ’ 

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Dragons of Lockra: The Shards of Dawn Light

Chapter 6: A Dark Morning

    The morning was dreary and cloudy, much reflecting the mood of the castle. Rain pattered harshly against the mountain, while thunder rumbled off in the distant Talons of The Heros.

    A brisk knock at the door had stirred the princess from her sleep. Kaia had told her that her presence with the Queen was needed, and so she double checked that the scrolls were safe and trotted down the stairs with the guardsdragon. The walk down the tower was quick and quiet, unusual for Kaia who was usually quite talkative. The guardsdragon guided Veneasha to the throne room where her mother was.

    The throne room was abuzz with the soft murmurs of guards. Queen Ruby was standing by her throne instead of sitting, talking to a large brown dragon in front of her. Veneasha trotted over next to her mother and gave a bow to the visitor.

    “King Briar of the Thorn Runners,” She said curtly, looking back up to the young leader. “What brings you to our castle?”

    “Hello Princess Veneasha,” The king smiled down at her. “I was sent here upon hearing that one of my subjects had gone missing near the border of our tribes. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

    “Yes, I do,” The princess gave King Briar a sharp look. “Your subject in question had entered our castle uninvited and was en route to steal important documents from us.”

    “I hope you have a good explanation for this, Briar,” Ruby told him lowly. “Or else you and your tribe are going to get into some trouble.”

    “Now now, let’s not get too feisty here,” The king chuckled. “You still need to hear my end of this silly tale.” Veneasha’s mother leaned down to her, still making eye contact with the king.

    “Go get your siblings,” Ruby told her. “It appears we’re going to have a Court of Royals today.”

    “Yes, mother.” Veneasha nodded, an excited smile curling onto her muzzle. She took off running to her brother’s room, her tail swaying behind her. She wound around the castle halls, knowing each and every shortcut to the grand mountain palace.

    A Court of Royals, The princess thought to herself. I haven’t seen one of those in person before! The princess finally found the prince’s door, covered in gold and citrine gems.

    “Valor,” Veneasha called, knocking on the door. “Mom needs us right now, we’re going to have a Court of Royals with King Briar today.”

    “Court of Royals?” Her brother asked lazily from inside. “What’s that?”

    “Valor you nincompoop,” The princess groaned with annoyance. “I’ll explain it on the way to Vara’s room. Just get out here!” A similar annoyed groan sounded from Valor as he opened the door and stood by his sister. They took their time and walked the long way to their eldest sister’s room, Valor starting their chat.

    “So, the Court of Regals-”

    “Royals.” Veneasha interjected.

    “Right.. The Court of Royals,” Valor continued. “What’s it about?”

    “The Court of Royals is an ancient event that can be traced back to Disyun’s time,” The princess started to explain. “It’s when two tribe leaders get into an argument and want to discuss it rationally instead of using their claws. Each royal dragon from both tribes must meet in a room and discuss the problem to try and avoid war.”

    “Sounds boring,” The prince sighed. “Reading a book sounds more interesting than that!” They both laughed as they arrived at Vara’s door.

    “Hey Vara,” Veneasha called out, knocking on the door. “We’re having a Court of Royals with Briar. Mom needs us in the throne room.”

    “I will be down in a minute,” The heir responded from within. “Tell mother I am preparing.” Veneasha rolled her eyes before agreeing and trotting back towards the throne room, Valor by her side.

    When they made it to the throne room, Vara had caught up with the siblings. The room had cleared out beside a scribe and a few guards for the family’s protection. They all sat in their respective thrones while their mother stood, waiting for the guest to join. King Briar wasted no time, entering the room with an unnecessary amount of flamboyancy.

    “King Briar of the Thorn Runner Tribe,” Ruby said in a serious voice. “You have been called to defend yourself in this Court of Royals. We shall bring out the dragon that had violated our borders for you to speak with.” She walked back to her throne as a guard pulled out the chained up dragon, who was walking without resistance. The dragon pulled off his muzzle clamp but kept his wings and tail secure.

    “Your Majesty and your highnesses,” Briar chuckled. “Threadspinner here was just getting something for me. I had received a message that there were some scrolls to pick up from your castle, and so I sent someone to get them!”

    “Do you have the message to prove it?” Ruby asked, narrowing her eyes onto his. The king nodded and held out a small scroll. A guard walked forward and grabbed the scroll from him. Unfolding it, he read aloud.

    “King Briar, there are scrolls of major importance for you or one of your dragons to pick up here at Sunpeak Castle. It is important you get them as soon as possible. Signed..” The guard looked at Ruby, confusion etched into his face. “No one signed this scroll, your Majesty.”

    “Really?” Briar asked, a nervous cough escaping his snout. Veneasha instantly stood up from her chair, narrowing her eyes onto the young ruler.

    “You mean to tell us that you sent a dragon to fetch scrolls because of an anonymously written letter?” The princess asked, a snarl edging into her voice. She saw her mother look with interest as well.

    “No,” The king, stammered. “I, um, trusted the dragon that had written it!” He claimed.

    “Then who wrote it?” Vara asked, her tail sweeping at the ground absentmindedly. Ruby stood up as well, looking down at the young king.

    “Unless the one who wrote was of my advisory team, scribe team, or royal guardsdragons, I do not care who wrote it.” The queen told him threateningly. “If you are falsifying records to justify theft, you’ll be in a lot more trouble than you already are, young dragon.”

    Veneasha saw the dragon beside the king, now known as Threadspinner, look down at his talons. He still had his semi-burnt cloak on underneath the restraints. Looking closer, she saw a piece of parchment tucked into a pocket on the inside. The princess turned to fully look at the younger Thorn Runner.

    “Threadspinner,” She asked. “What is that in your pocket?” The young dragon flinched at the sound of his name. He reached into the pocket reluctantly and pulled out the paper.

    “It’s.. paper, your highness..” He said, not making eye contact with the princess. Veneasha looked over at her mother.

    “Mother, I ask your permission to give something to Threadspinner,” She told her curtly. “I have a suspicion that I want to make sure is addressed.” When Ruby nodded, Veneasha gave her a small bow before trotting down to the cuffed Thorn Runner.

    “Do you know how to write?” She asked him. When Threadspinner nodded, the princess looked over at one of the guards. “Get me a pencil, please.” The guard nodded and trotted off, coming back with a charcoal pencil. Veneasha handed the writing utensil to the green dragon.

    “What do you want me to do with this?” He asked quietly.

    “Write your name and a sentence or two on that paper,” Veneasha told him. “I want to compare something.” She watched as the dragon slowly wrote his name as nicely as he could. While he wrote, the princess walked over to the king.

    “Your Majesty, may I see the letter?” She asked, holding out her talon.

    “Why do you need to see it?” King Briar asked defensively, clutching the letter tighter.

    “I want to compare the writing on that letter to Threadspinner’s writing,” Veneasha explained. “Just to see if he had written the letter himself.” Soft murmurs from other dragons softly hummed in the room as she stared at the king, her talon still outstretched.

    “..I will let you compare it,” Briar hesitantly agreed. “So long as I hold it.”

    “As you wish, your Majesty.” Veneasha sighed, setting her talon back onto the floor. She trotted back to Threadspinner who quickly finished and handed the paper to the princess. She turned to King Briar and gestured for him to come closer. He slowly walked over and held out the letter. Veneasha then placed Threadspinner’s paper next to it.

    “It’s a match, your Majesty.” Veneasha said sharply, looking up at the king.

    “Are you sure,” He asked anxiously. The princess looked at her mother and siblings, gesturing for them to walk over as well. Ruby, still standing, walked over quickly. Vara briskly walked after her, while Valor trudged over, dragging his tail.

    “It is a match indeed, Briar.” Queen Ruby told him lowly.

    “A forged letter to intrude on our castle,” Vara said in a quiet hiss. “That sounds like it can get you into trouble.” The king looked frantic as he pulled away his letter from the princess.

    “I’m sorry, your Majesty,” Briar said to the queen. “It won’t happen again, I promise! Please don’t tell the others.”

    “Don’t tell the others?!” Ruby bellowed, her fuse finally burning away. “King Briar, you can bet your tail I WILL tell the others during the next new moon! You deserve whatever punishment sent your way because of this! You are not a prince anymore, so act like it!

    “Guards!” The queen ordered, snapping her muzzle to the dragons lining the walls. “Escort this sorry excuse for a ruler out of my castle! And as for his friend, throw him back into the prison!”

    Veneasha watched as hefty dragons in armour walked up to the king and nudged him out to the door. She let the paper written by the prisoner to drift from her talons and onto the floor.

    “That was boorriinngg,” Valor groaned, throwing his head back to look lazily at the ceiling. “Why did I have to be here for it?”

    “So you could witness it, Valor.” Vara told him curtly, trotting back in the direction of her room. Her brother followed, presumably to lounge in his own room while Veneasha stayed with her mother.

    “That was interesting to say the least,” Veneasha remarked, glancing at the tall and still quite angry dragon. “I hope he had learned his lesson.”

    “Oh I’m sure of it.” Ruby hissed, turning and walking back to her throne. She hefted herself up and relaxed on the cushioned chair with a sigh, closing her eyes and rubbing them tirefully.

    “Mother,” The princess started. “There something I wanted to tell you.” She trotted over to her own thrown, sitting up straight with nerves.

    “What is it, Veneasha,” Her mother asked. “And how could it possibly be any worse than the situation as of now?”

    “Well,” The princess said in a high pitch, glancing away from her mother. “Let me just get the scroll.” Without waiting for a response, Veneasha fluttered down and trotted back to her room. She reached under her bed and pulled out the wooden box, brushing some of the dust off of it.

    She grabbed a scroll and opened it, reading a few key words to see if it was the scroll she was looking for. When it wasn't, Veneasha rolled it back up, shoved it back into the box, and opened up another. When she finally found the certain scroll, the princess trotted quickly back down the stairs to the throne room.

    Veneasha stood in front of her mother and coughed slightly to get her attention. Ruby jostled up, opening her eyes to look down at her daughter.

    "This scroll I had read last night has me very worried, mom." The princess admitted, unrolling it again. She gazed at the words and took a deep breath, starting to recite the ominous message.

    "Harbinger of Shadows, our task is the hardest of all. You shall acquire an egg and start the ritual like the others. However, you shall pierce the shell with a crystal and let a shard enter the egg. This will initiate the transformation. Get this egg to the other blackened ones and flee with this scroll. The new Prince of Feathers will arise in seven days time. We're counting on you the most, Harbinger of Shadows."

    Veneasha lowered the scroll to see the queen's rare worried gaze. She had sat up more alertly and was staring at the princess intently.

    "Are you sure that's what that says?" Ruby asked flatly, though concern shown in her eyes. Veneasha nodded, wondering if the same concern was in her eyes as well.

    "Where are you keeping the eggs," Veneasha asked, quickly setting aside the scroll. "Because if this scroll is right, we might have a bigger problem than just the Thorn Runners."

    "This way, quickly now." Queen Ruby abruptly got up from her throne and trotted off, almost in a run. Veneasha followed at the same speed, rushing after her mother. They ran through wide corridors, leading to what the princess barely recognized as the royal hatchery.

    That egg could cause major chaos, Veneasha thought to herself, running towards the old room she was hatched in. If it’s true that the egg would hatch into a prince. Her mother crashed into the door, alarming the guards stationed there.

    “Where are the black eggs?” Ruby asked, alarm spiking her voice.

    “In the corner, your Majesty.” A guardsdragon said hurriedly, pointing over to a mass of black lumps. Veneasha sprinted over and inspected the eggs, running her talons over the tops to try and find the hole.

    “The scroll said one of the eggs was pierced with a crystal,” The princess said, still looking at them intently. “Get over here and help me find it!” Veneasha grabbed an egg and started to look over it, running the palms of her talons to try and locate a chip or hole in the shell. Four other guards ran over and started looking over them as well. She stared at every groove on the egg, making sure it was still intact.

    “I found the hole, your highness!” A guard called out. Veneasha snapped her attention over to them, hurrying over after setting the egg she was looking at down. Ruby ran over as the guardsdragon pointed to a small hole in the egg’s shell. The princess looked up at her mother, worry etched into her face.

    “What do we do with this egg,” Veneasha asked. “Do we shatter it or just keep it away from the others?” All eyes were on the queen as she thought, though it looked like her mind was blank from shock.

    “..Keep the egg away from the others,” Ruby finally spoke. “So long as the dragon inside isn’t a monster, they will be sent back to their families once they hatch. And that goes for all black eggs.

    “Also,” She added. “Don’t let any of the escaped dragons return to these eggs. They are now wanted criminals.” The guards nodded and returned silently to their positions, the one who had found the hole dragging the punctured egg to a different corner of the room. Veneasha looked up at her parent.

    “What should I do now, mother?” Veneasha asked quietly.

    “Do as you please for now,” The queen sighed, turning to return back to the throne room. “I will call for you if more scrolls are found.”

    “Yes mother.” The princess nodded, following her out of the hatchery. Veneasha continued down the hall when the queen turned down a separate corridor. She could hear the patter of rain as she neared one of the balconies overlooking the base of the mountain.

    With a tiresome sigh, Veneasha sat on a cushioned chair on the covered outlook. The distant cracks of lightning shone brightly in the northern mountains, lighting up the dark grey sky. She watched as dragons remained in their dens, preferring not to get drenched in the soaking weather. The only dragons out flying were guardsdragons in their silvery armour, heading to do their usual patrols.

    A flash of light from the storm lit up one of the groups heading for the Thornvine Forest border, giving her a quick glance at their scales. Veneasha did a double take as she saw a yellow tail wisp behind one of the larger dragons.

     Yellow scales? The princess asked herself, sitting up straighter to try and get a better look. But the only dragon with those colored scales is..

     Valor?

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