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All I See Is Perfection | Migo x Half-Yeti!Fem!Reader [Royal AU] - Prologue

Warning: mentions of parental death, forms of abuse. Let me know if I missed anything.

A long time ago, there was a legend about a creature thought to be a legend by those who have never seen it with their own eyes, a creature able to shapeshift to human form or halfway if they so wish. They had lived below the clouds among the humans before they were forced to retreat to the mountains above.

No one had seen them since then.

Among the legends of the Yetis, there is also a tale of romance taboo to most eyes of humanity, a bond deemed forbidden and treacherous by those believing in seeing only the flaws of those different from the normal that grew into something more.

A fully-formed Yeti…and another, made from either side of species.

Half human, half Yeti.

The half-breeds were made due to connections between a few Yetis and humans together, unable to break away because of their feelings being found and bringing them together. However, when the half-breeds were discovered, those who had bonded were destroyed or imprisoned for their treason against their kind, and the newborns were killed off, left for dead.

A pair had survived longer than the ones who were killed off, longer before they were found and murdered as well.

No one knew how this bond started, but all they knew was that it had been going on since winter’s solstice. They had met by chance, possibly from a deal that was made; supposedly for them to meet their unknown respective spouses upon arrival at one’s land.

One day, their bond was forcefully broken, not by their choice, but by hatred, fear, and bigotry. No one knew who or what had killed them together; the mystery remains.

However, the legend states that one day, their souls will be reincarnated into another soul…

…and the bond that was once made will be restored once more.

It had been years since Yetis were last seen, since they retreated behind the snowy mountains that reside near the human villages.

Yetis are taller than the humans, but look almost human, nonetheless; albeit with horns on either side of their heads. Most of them are in cool colors, others in lighter shades, in hair and any sign of facial hair. They wore clothing that was nearly similar to their ancestors, but with time coming and going, their fabrics blossomed to look more like humanity’s.

The ancestors of the Yeti who had become leaders the moment they were safe again divided their people into empires; yet their kind remained close and bonded, unable to break away. They formed a large, circular wall outside their kingdoms on a far-off island they had found as they lived on the highest mountain they could find. For decades, no one ever stepped on their homelands, not since the humans first attacked them with spears, arrows, guns, since they first attacked them with fear, hatred, and cowardice when the Yetis only greeted them with wonder and peace.

As decades passed, turning into thousands of generations, the Yetis became a myth, a folktale amongst the people, nothing more. Stories–false tales and nothing but filled with lies and deception–spread across the villages, towns, cities of the humanity of society, never dying down, never once stopping to take a breath for another minute. No one ever bothered to stop and think whether the stories given to them were true or false, whether the Yetis never attacked or never even killed, for that matter. All they ever knew was that some Yetis had once lived among their people, lived in the very ground with their ancestors.

While Yetis had rebuilt their society far away from the humans on their island, the humans rebuilt their kingdoms and homes. None of humanity knew what Yetis’ homes would like; some guessed that it would be almost like theirs; others assumed it would be caverns, layered with riches and artifacts they had stolen as they had washed up on their island’s shorelines.

Regardless, while humans still believe Yetis to be nothing more than just a myth, they had no idea that the creatures themselves…they thought of humanity as legends as well.

But that fateful day…

Things will change.

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One of the Yeti kingdoms had been friends with the descendants of the past Yeti leaders since then, namely with the Stonekeeper Malosi. Since their young adulthood, they had been partners, acquaintances. Even their children had become buddies thanks to their meetings and political talks.

Dorgle knows how huge the responsibilities of a king can be, especially with his two children growing older and more independent by the day, yet they always know when to go to him for advice on anything they need. He had been making sure his oldest child, his only son, would understand the responsibilities of being a ruler to their people as well as retain the close bonds with the other Yeti kingdoms. It was also his concern that his only daughter, the girl he had grown to love as his own, knew how to keep close to her brother and make sure he kept his head high and proud. As a single father, a man with a height of 5’8 and a whole body of resilience and support who had lost his wife barely eighteen years ago, he knows how challenging life can be for his children, so he wanted to make sure they know how to take it all head-on.

That is until Malo called him and his family over for an urgent matter one day.

“Stonekeeper, what is all this?” Aaliyah–or Alli, as she prefers to be called–confusedly questioned as she and her brother watched the Stonekeeper spread out documents on the table.

None of the Yetis knew about how she ended up on the island twenty years ago, how an innocent Phoenix, a small baby girl with curls of beautiful auburn and teary eyes of the clear blue skies, floated to the shoreline wrapped in the softest blankets in a basket woven by the Phoenixes as the waves gently guided her to Dorgle’s late wife. All they knew is, as strange as it may be, the little one had lost so much from a tragedy—possibly from being abandoned after being born from an unwanted pregnancy or perhaps losing her people to a horrific rampage—and doesn't deserve to be left alone to perish. Dorgle and his wife, Maya, had taken her in upon coming across her at the shorelines and raised her as their own child without question. She had been and will always be one of the most beautiful people anyone will ever lay eyes on, with her shoulder-length, curled reddish-brown locks that flowed in the winds as she rode on her horse across the woods and the paths that wouldn’t lead into the village below; and sky-blue eyes that shone underneath the sun, sparkling like diamonds priceless to even escape from. Though she is of royalty, as she always had been for twenty-two years, she also fights to protect her family and people from any potential danger, despite the island being closed off for decades. She had only known about how she came to be and how she had gotten to the island as a baby; her father and brother had told her the truth of her heritage when she was in her late teens and Migo was only in his mid-20s. However, she never knew about how the Yetis truly came to be and how Smallfoot–humans, as the Yetis would call them–were never legends, just living far from their haven.

Her older brother, the soon-to-be king of their empire, has been known to be nearly the exact copy of their father; seven feet tall, with snow-as-white hair, a faint goatee on his chin, and multicolored eyes like Dorgle. The only flaw that neither she, Dorgle, or anyone they had known ever saw as a deficiency was his horns; one side had been broken when he was only a child from a bullying incident, leaving it bent and with a cracked end that barely stopped by a couple of inches. He is almost as built as the Stonekeeper’s only son, yet he is shorter than him by an inch below a foot. Migo was set to be the new king in two months, barely around the time the future marriage he and his family would be told was set to occur. Having lost his and Alli’s mother–not blood-related to Alli, but still her mother nonetheless–at a young age, Dorgle did what he could to raise his son to be a brave, honest man, just as he had taught Alli always to be true to herself, yet always remember where her heart lies. It would be surprising to hear that his kingdom stepped in to help raise their children, regardless of where his youngest daughter came from or how she had ended up on the island. From that day forward, Migo would lead the kingdom with a stand-proud pose and use his combat and political skills to keep his people safe. Of course, 'always be true' wasn't the only lesson, aside from royalty, that his father taught him himself. He also has standards of treating and respecting women as human beings and not objects.

Malo glanced at the two and gave a small, yet uncertain smile. He sighed after a moment of hesitation. “...Do you remember the stories about how we Yetis came to be, how we found this island?”

Dorgle was just as confused as his two children as they looked at one another as if hoping that one would have the answer to the question they all had.

“Stonekeeper, you have to tell us what it is that you are talking about,” Migo added next.

“I think it’s time I tell you both the truth,” Malo only said to them. He then pulled out a large booklet from his side of where he sat and rested it on the table on top of the documents. Some of the documents described the layouts of the island and the five Yeti empires, the maps that showed the paths that would lead a traveler to one kingdom, from there to another; some of them ranged from being under to over an hour long. Other documents described finances of the Yeti domain, medical records and how it had been handled before Migo would take over one day. The rest were letters from the rest of the Yeti kingdoms, but the two royals didn’t question about what they were about, only when it seemed important. When they did question it, Dorgle would reply as honestly as he could or wouldn’t answer them, just gave them looks that encouraged them to not question it further until he was ready to tell them.

The moment Alli opened it, the two and their father gasped astonished at the long pages of the booklet. The drawings were similar to the stone drawings they had seen on their outside village and castle walls, as well as the other four Yeti kingdoms when they traveled there. However, there was something different; people, humans holding weapons and chasing Yetis.

A sense of dread filled his heart. “What is all this?”

“There was a time when our ancestors lived with Smallfeet,” Malo explained to the siblings and Dorgle. “Alive and thriving…until they came across the humans. But then…there were actions we couldn’t forgive.”

Alli’s eyes looked away from the pages to face the Stonekeeper. “What do you mean?” Her voice shook slightly.

“While our ancestors approached the Smallfeet with wonder…they were attacked in return,” he answered her, growing solemnly. “They attacked with spears, guns, arrows. Called us monsters, Abominable, Sasquatch, abominations. Our people were chased, pursued, tried to hurt us.”

Migo sensed his little sister’s heartbreak near him and clasped her hand, squeezing it to steady her. Even then, he didn’t turn his eyes off the pages. Dorgle rubbed Alli’s arm as he took in the truth that had been hidden from his family for so long.

“We were left with no other option. We had to hide,” Malo continued. “We handcrafted boats of our own, though we never swam in waters before. There was a chance we could’ve drowned, but we took it, already desperate to save ourselves from a potential genocide.”

“And so…that’s how you found this island?” Migo asked.

“It is,” Malo nodded with a solemn frown, barely managing to hide the pain from his eyes. “And the mountain here would be our only hope if anything happened to our kingdoms, that’s where Smallfeet cannot survive. And that’s when the first law was born: ‘Our island is the only land, hidden by a sea of endless clouds. But then the more laws we wrote, the better chance we had of protecting our people.”

Alli could barely hold back her sadness as she studied some humans driving a few innocent Yetis to the edge of a cliff, sending them tumbling to their deaths. Dorgle had the same expression as her as he took in the image of a Yeti being shot by a hunter Smallfoot.

Migo, however, noticed an image of a particular human. They didn’t look like the other Smallfeet, not because of the hats or weapons…but because they had horns and teeth like the Yetis, only a bit shorter than them by a couple of feet. “What about this?” He asked, motioning to the figure.

Malo could tell there was no chance of leaving it unanswered, even when he was now telling the truth, so he answered. “There were a few Smallfeet who were not afraid of our ancestors, rather amazed. They saw past their flaws, the things that made them appear as monsters, and grew close. With a few of our people on either side, one thing led to another…”

“What were they called?” Dorgle was the next to ask, not wanting his children to bear the weight of the answer that would come.

“...they were called ‘Makino’.”

Migo and Alli studied the figure more, though they left some room for their father so he could see as well. “But they got killed as well?” Alli asked, gravely worried for the half-Smallfeet.

“They were,” Malo confirmed. “They were left for dead, and their parents were deemed as traitors, devils, and were imprisoned or killed as well.”

Migo was the most horrified out of his family. He had no idea how dangerous Smallfeet could be, especially when it was clear there was a chance they were no longer myths. And the innocent makinos being killed off just because they were born due to their parents’ interspecies intercourse made his heart plummet further down to his stomach. He didn’t know what to say at the moment, he was still processing the truth being laid out to him.

“I have a feeling there is something else you want to tell us,” Alli spoke up for her brother, her hand now squeezing his own to keep him grounded.

Without a word, Malo nodded before pulling out another booklet and opening it for the three to see. What they saw next helped put the pieces together.

Documents of what looked like machines were laid out on pages. With each flip of a page, they were met with more pages of the mechanics of the devices: a large fan that teleports the clouds out from hot coals; a large platform that would lead them past the pumping devices and towards the fan; a large hole that was bored out of the mountain sending steam through the fan; and a rounding slide that would transport the ice that had been picked at, shaved, and molded into a smooth ball and onto the hot coals.

Migo and Alli understood. “The clouds…are all steam?”

Malo nodded solemnly and regretfully. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you all the truth sooner.”

The three took a moment to take in everything hidden from them for so long. “Look, I’m sorry, I still don’t understand. Do you mind telling us what you really brought us down here for?” Migo broke the tense silence, wanting to get to the source of the subject.

Malo nodded in reply as he helped Alli put away the documents and booklets. “Though there had been Yetis who could get to the island for years, a few others were trapped there, unintentionally left behind in our haste to get to safety, so they had to hide somewhere else. Somewhere no one will get them.”

“And you have no idea where they are now?” Alli received a shake of the head from the Stonekeeper.

Migo was in disbelief more than his sister or father. He had no idea how many Smallfeet had or are now existing in the world, no idea how many lives of Yetis had been lost. He had no idea about any of the Makinos at all. It was becoming harder to process everything that is sinking in right now.

“So…you’re saying none of the stones are true? They’re all lies?”

Malo understood Migo’s incredulity with a simple nod. “As terrible as they are, they are needed to protect our people.”

Unlike her brother, Alli could sense anger brewing within her, but she held it back for his and their father’s sake. “How long until the truth comes out, even by accident? I mean, someone’s going to figure this out, one way or another! We can’t just keep it all in for much longer!” She would have blown up on the Stonekeeper if her father wasn’t around to pull her back down on her seat tenderly.

“Alli! Listen to me! I understand your frustration on this and believe me, I’m trapped in shock, too, but we can’t go overboard with this,” he sternly told her.

“No, she’s not wrong,” Malo interjected. “The truth will come out, no matter how much we try to keep it in. There will be bits and pieces of it that will be revealed each day, and the best we can do is just answer them the best we can instead of pushing them down. As leaders, it’s our job to listen to and hear them.”

“So what do you want me to do?” Migo asked uncertainly.

“Hear them and listen to their voices,” Malo told him. “They will need your honesty and wisdom when you take your father’s place on the throne.”

“But what if they don’t believe me? They’ve already seen the stones.”

Malo only got up from his seat and patted him on the shoulder once he was close enough to him. “You’ll be surprised at what they’ll believe. Knowledge is power, that’s what everyone thinks. The real question is…what are you going to do with that power?”

Migo and his family have no answer to that. All they know is whatever choices they make in the future–the choices that will involve their people and loved ones–will be difficult, yet simple.

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You have no idea what had happened. It was all happening so fast.

One moment you were with a few of the maids in the library and putting back the books, and the next, you were forcibly dragged off to somewhere with your guardian threatening you and making orders to their daughter’s ladies-in-waiting without even letting you have a single word spoken from your mouth.

You could barely keep up the pace with your stepmother holding you harshly by the arm, even as your feet managed to touch the ground before being dragged across by force again. You couldn't even ask what was happening, since your stepmother either ignored your words or demanded you keep quiet. Your heart beat faster against your chest from the fear of something worse than what was going to meet you, so you did as she was told as she continued to drag you forcefully by the arm down the hallway.

It didn't take long for you and your stepmother to reach your stepfather’s office, and before you knew it, he was already declaring that you were to take their daughter’s place to marry the only son of one of those kingdoms. You had asked about what kingdom, but he had only told you a kingdom that was not part of their land before he returned to cite the expectations that would occur on you.

It was there you had discovered that the princess, the only heir of your guardians’ kingdom, had run away a couple of days before she was to travel to that mysterious kingdom. To be honest, that never shocked you. She has been spoiled and unkind since she was a kid, maybe years before the royal family had taken you out of obligation. And to be fair, being married off to some strange royal is the last thing she ever wanted to happen in her life. You had always taken the brunt of her tantrums ever since she was told the news, which you had no idea about until now, behind the doors of the king’s office. And when she was given the announcement of an arranged marriage with a prince, she was as wild as an undomesticated boar. She had done everything she could to undo the arrangement, but her parents were relentless and headstrong in keeping this agreement alive. Other than this reason, you have no idea why they were persistent about this contract.

On the one hand, you sympathize with the princess. It would be unfair to be in her shoes–unfortunately now–to be married off without having your voice heard or even having talked about this before they went ahead with it. This is not what you wanted to wish on anyone. All the same, there is another reason why the King and Queen wanted you to marry that future king so desperately.

The kingdom had a huge debt with one of those mysterious empires that needed to be paid. Luckily, for them but not you, the prince’s father, the ruler of one of the domains, had promised a solution: a fair maiden's hand in marriage to his only son in exchange for the debt and other loans being paid off for good.

It was not exactly ideal, but there was no other option. The kingdom here and those involved had already lost so much money. And besides, if they did leave, there was a good chance they could get caught and punished severely.

It was too good of an opportunity to deny. And unfortunately for you, they didn't need to look far for a perfect maiden to give away.

Hours later, they had quickly packed away any belongings you had, donned you in a dress that would hide your frame and face completely, and kept you in a tight hold to prevent you from escaping as they made sure you were in one-way transportation for a day's travel to one of the mysterious kingdoms.

Despite your sobbing pleas and the heartbroken expression in your (E/C) eyes, your guardians had been eager to save themselves from a conceivable sentence and to be rid of you as well.

You hated how life treated you because of something out of your control.

You hated how people despised you simply because of differences that don't even add up. You hated how you had been looked down upon, tossed into the mud, and finally locked up because they wouldn't risk their reputation being ruined. You hated how you were just treated as a monster, an object, something that doesn't deserve happiness or freedom, simply because you were born with strange DNA genes you inherited from your mother.

To say that being married to the love of your life should be the happiest time of your years is an understatement. Being in an arranged marriage to someone you barely even know or don't even love is a bit worse than being treated like a monster.

Why?

To answer that, you were a half-Yeti, due to your mother being a Yeti herself, able to switch to human form.

After she had married your father, a human, she got cut off and excommunicated by her family simply because she wanted to be with someone for genuine love and not for status or wealth. It's fine by her, in her eyes, anyway. She hadn't spoken to them for years, even after your birth, which is a good thing, given that they'd give anything, including you if they ever found out about your existence, to get into the higher ranks of status.

Although your parents had given you all the love and acceptance regardless of the DNA genes you inherited from your mother, it didn't help or protect you from a few harsh words from the village your father had lived in. Some adults saw you as an abomination because of your horns and teeth, but the kids were far worse. They made fun of your looks, your height (you were a bit taller than them due to being...well, a Yeti on one side), they even nearly made you hate yourself at one point.

Nevertheless, life with your parents was uneventful. You spent your days reading, learning more about the world far beyond the small village, and educating yourself on topics your school wouldn't let girls learn simply because they believed women should be housewives and obedient servants to their husbands.

Life was peaceful.

That is until that one night.

There was a raid that night. It all happened so fast.

The only thing you knew was how your parents had died fighting to keep you safe and hidden from the raiders. By the time you had come out from the hidden compartment they had concealed you in, you had been met with the fallen remains of the village, lifeless bodies of those who had either mistreated or loved you unconditionally laid across the burned ground…and your beloved parents laying dead on the earth, their hands intertwined as if they would rather die for their love than for anything else in the world.

For what seemed like hours, you mourned your parents and a few of the lost villagers who had shown respect and kindness to you throughout your years, recovered any beloved possession that wasn’t destroyed or lost during the ambush from the ruined house that you and your small family had built and grown up in. For what seemed like hours, you had no idea where you would go, but you knew you would have to keep moving.

That’s when the guards of the monarchs, who had currently shoved you forcefully on a ship that would take you to your “betrothed”’s homeland, had come across you. Amongst the fallen village, you were the only one who had survived. Not only that, but you look different than they do. (Horn Color) wavy horns on each side of your head; aside from that, a unique (Hair Length) (Hair Color) that shone under the rising sun. They had found you while they were scouting for any potential survivors, and seeing only you among the fallen took you back to their rulers, who took you in to increase their appearances.

This was only the beginning of the next twenty years of hell.

To make matters worse and harder for you, their only daughter, spoiled and unkind, aforementioned, like her parents, the moment you were made to be her personal servant made it her life’s mission to make your life a living hell; destroying anything that reminds you of the happy moments you shared with your beloved parents, tearing you down, constantly trying to ruin your self-esteem, anything that would help her feel as if she is superior to you.

Since then, happy moments have been just a rare thing in your private quarters. Aside from the faint memories of your beloved parents, you had some books, a couple of journals, both of them the only things that kept you from doing something worse to yourself; though you made sure to keep them hidden from the princess so she wouldn’t destroy them as well.

When you were told she had run away, you were mad at her for destroying any chance the empire had left to save themselves. Now you were internally furious at her running away for putting you in this position.

As of this moment, you were now sailing across the waters on the royal ship taking you to your “betrothed”'s homeland as words from your guardians rang in your ears.

“You will take her place," the king strictly told you.

“What?!” You nearly gasped. “But your Majesties–”

"You know her better than anyone," his wife interrupted you. “And you've attended all her study sessions. There is no one else. We cannot have this secret getting out.”

“No one must know she is gone. Luckily you are replaceable. No one will even blink when you are gone, it's perfect."

"The choice is easy, dear. You will take her place, or you will face something far worse."

Oh, Gods. What are you supposed to do now?

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