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Ellen Winter

"Which me is the real me? What role do I have to play?"

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a character in “Into The Woods”, as played by Ninja Bunny

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❝Destiny weaves the path of our lives.❞
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【ɗιαƖσgΟ…Ρ” cσƖσя:#4ca2b8 β™™ тнσυgΠ½Ρ‚ cσƖσя #8b4cb8】

|| Secret ~Black Vow~ || Rin/Len (cover by SirHammet) ||







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{β˜› β’»β“Šβ“β“ Ⓝ⒢ⓂⒺ ☚}
Narcia Seraphim
{β˜› β“ƒβ’Ύβ’Έβ“€β“ƒβ’Άβ“‚β’Ίβ“ˆ ☚}
Ellie | A nickname for her friends on Earth
Sera | What those in the Royal Army call her.
Nee | A nickname for those who knew her as a Princess.
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Homoromantic bisexual
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Miyuki Shiba || Mahouka Koukou no Rettoussei



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❝ The face to rule the nation? ❞
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Quite small, yesh.
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Very slender, befitting a Princess.
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Black as ivory!
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Cold as ice!
{β˜› β’·β“„β’Ήβ“Ž β“‚β’Άβ“‡β“€β’Ύβ“ƒβ’Όβ“ˆ ☚}
An angel-wing shaped birthmark on her back that she never understood.


{β˜› ⒼⒺⓃⒺⓇ⒢Ⓛ β’Άβ“…β“…β’Ίβ’Άβ“‡β’Άβ“ƒβ’Έβ’Ίβ˜š }

Ellen is someone of refined beauty, keen, cold, and very easy on the eyes. Her features are sharp and defined, with long black hair and pale skin to give her an almost ethereal appearance. Her eyes glint with intelligence and experience, as if she were something more than what she seemed, something more than just a normal girl. Ellen's small, very short for her age yet when she's serious she can give off a feeling that you're an idiot for underestimating her. Though it's rare, hidden behind those cold ice and that stoic face is a playful smile, a joking grin. Though Ellen tends to dress in neat, semi-fancy clothing, don't think she's just a feminine girl.
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β₯ Freedom | A normal thing to like, but Ellie loves the freedom to do as she wishes.
β₯ Reading | It's common to find Ellie curled up in a corner, enjoying a good book.
β₯ Technology | She's always been a natural with gadgets and computers.
β₯ Fashion | Ellen is fond of making and wearing clothes of her own design.





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❝This fate of mine before me❞
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⌦ Being worried about | Ellen's smart, she knows how to handle herself.
⌦ Needless cruelty | She won't just let someone suffer if she can help it.
⌦ Wet animals | They tend to smell really bad.






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Nightly walks | In the dark, it's easier to see the stars and the sky.
Foot tap | When idle, Ellen enjoys tapping her feet to an imaginary beat.
Book in face | When she's annoyed, she hides from the world by burying her face in a book.


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⌦ Unfriendly] | Ellie puts up a cold face for those she doesn't really know.
⌦ Dependency | As much as she hates it, she's emotionally dependent on Cress.
⌦ Self-Sacrificial | Has a bad habit of hurting herself to help others.
⌦ Overconfidence | Sometimes she's a little too sure of herself.


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β₯ Analytical | Ellen knows how to stay calm and look at a problem from many angles before taking action.
β₯ Techno Wizard | She's... seriously nearly magical with technology.
β₯ Royal Aura | Ellie gives off a natural intimidating aura when she's angry.
β₯ Calm | She can keep her emotions in check when times get tough.


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Isolophobia | Fear of solitude, specifically in regards to Cress.
Potophobia | Fear of alcohol
Chiratophobia | Fear of being touched

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β™™A Princess or a human?β™™
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Intelligent | Cunning | Political | Curious | Stoic | Steady | Harsh

Ellie is definitely someone whose mental acuity is her best attribute. She's sharp, she's quick, and she knows how to see people for who they really are. It doesn't take too much effort for her to weave through lies and see the truth for what it is, making her a natural for discussions and debates. Because of her intelligence, however, it makes her feel isolated and not-in-touch with most people, thus it's difficult for her to make friends, and is naturally closed off from most. People mistake it for not caring because of her tendency to hide her emotions from everyone but Cress. Around her cousin, however, Ellen becomes energetic and playful, and is willing to express herself and show her inner self, the self that loves to talk and to wonder and to think about deep things like philosophy or destiny.




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Ashia Palace, upper tiers, the Kingdom of Ourania
Sierra Nevada, California

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Azel Seraphim | 45 | King | Biological Father
Nirana Seraphim | 41 | Queen | Biological Mother
Leona Winter |4 4 | Adopted Mother | Sister of Cress's Father
Marcus Winter | 48 | Adopted Uncle | Cress's Father | Deceased
Cress Winter | 16 | Cousin

{β˜› β’½β’Ύβ“ˆβ“‰β“„β“‡β“Ž ☚}
Six years ago, the younger sister of Marcus Winter went on a walk in the Yosemite National Park. She found a ten year old girl there, lost, alone, and with no memories. When Leona checked her at the police station, no one recognized her, she wasn't even in the registry. Leona was barren, unfortunately - after a miscarriage years ago she found herself unable to have a child. This ruined her marriage and her then husband left her, so she decided to adopt the nameless child and name her Ellen.

Ellen was always a strange girl. She was naturally curious, but she was also quiet and reserved, preferring not to talk whenever possible. She was incredibly intelligent even when she was young, and very quickly learned about the world. Still, Leona was afraid that Ellen might've ended up afraid and alone once she was thrown into an unknown environment like school, so since she was the same age as Cress, Leona moved to a house closer to where her brother's widow lived, one of her best friends for a long time, Louise Winter. There she introduce Cress to Ellen and it was then that fate was decided.

Cress showed Ellen the world, and it was her that helped Ellie feel as if she were really a part of the family. The two were as close as real sisters, and was what was needed to help ease Ellie out of her natural shyness, bringing out the repressed child side of her that liked fun and playing around. Of course, Ellie's almost magical ability to warp technology however she wanted only proved to be worse and worse as time went on and soon enough, Ellie saw men in black suits following her around. They took pictures of Cress, using her as leverage to draw Ellie out and she agreed to help with whatever they wanted if it meant they'd leave them alone.

The girl was forced to create strange futuristic weapons that humans had never seen before and she always felt horrible for knowing that her knowledge was going to be used to hurt others, but she had to prioritize Cress, because her cousin was almost everything to her. From then on, though, Ellen started closing herself off again, distrusting those around her and made sure to always think through things before doing anything hasty. She wasn't sure if Cress or the rest of the family ever knew about the incident, but Ellen wasn't sure she'd ever tell anyone.

Then one night, Ellen fell into a trance at the family summer home, hearing a strange voice that made her feel things she hasn't felt for over six years. She followed the voice, not knowing her beloved cousin, Cress, was following behind her, tying their fates together...


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So begins...

Ellen Winter's Story

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Character Portrait: Shiro Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Cress Winter Character Portrait: Ayanna Filia
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Narcia felt her heart heat up in an odd way when Shiro said that even in her wheelchair, they still had fun. The ice queen nodded, trying to get this feeling of unease out of her system. She did something unforgivable, something awful and there was no real atonement for that as long as she kept it a secret. But how could she just tell Shiro and shatter her lover's delicate heart like that? How could she wipe away Shiro's smile, how could she make her cry and fear ever making friends in the first place? "I have fun with you as well, Shi." Nee said, yet she wanted to cry because of how wretched she was.

Gardens to honor the fallen Tartarian Kings. The idea sent a chill up her spine, even if it seemed to be a good one. Naming the garden after them would be a show of both good will and forgiveness, wouldn't it? Mixed with the water - water that would have to be checked for any chemicals that might have caused the illness - hopefully Tartaria would realize that they no longer had a need to remain enemies. "That's a good idea, Shi." Nee said, beaming with pride. "And no doubt my sister's already spreading peace as much as she can. We should help out as well." And holo news seemed like a good idea. Cress and Una would help mend Tartaria's citizen's hearts, while Shiro and Narcia would work on making Ashia willing to accept and forgive Tartaria as well.

A guest list - and just as importantly, a date - would need to be made up. After marking on her phone to remind her to call up the Tower News Network, Shiro started making her list. Queen Riana, Princess Cumin - and her brother, Kail, by extension, were on the list. "Una as well." Narcia added after a brief thought. "And-" She froze when Shiro mentioned Kora, and her agreement and Nee realized how grave her sin was. "Shiro, I-" That was when there was an emergency transmission from Xion. Wren was apparently found on the street, bloody and horribly injured, near death.

About an hour later, Narcia and Shiro were in the private medical bay. Xion and Corren were there as well, both of whom knew Shiro's secret so it was safe for her to be there. "I scanned her and removed any tracking devices and bugs." Xion said. Wren looked to be in a horrible state, and Nee was very thankful Corren already covered most of the wounds. The blue haired girl made a weak noise, as if trying to see through the bandages over her eyes. "It'll be okay. It's not your fault. It's Narina's fault, you're a good girl." Narcia said quietly, brushing her intended's hair. "....Is that you... Shiro?" Wren asked. "Narina... she caught me.... but it's all A okay. I'll be better... real quick for you, so don't cry." Xion, Corren, and Narcia all knew, though. Wren was interrogated and tortured for information and Shiro, and they knew the blue haired girl didn't reveal the tiniest detail.



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With the perverted knight reprimanded, Una tried to calm herself. It was just a quirk, it was nothing to worry about. It was just Heron being harmless, she was an ally, it was fine. After enough repetitions, Una made herself believe those words begrudgingly. Nui then gave her advice, telling her how to rule, and the Silver Princess did her best to remember every word. She needed to believe in herself, she needed to be kind and strong, she needed to have self confidence, and by setting a good example, eventually the people will follow. She nodded fervently, but then realized how childish that looked, so Una said in a diminutive little voice. "O-okay. Thank you. I'll do my best for Tartaria." Right now, Una wasn't doing much at all, was she? Thyella and Orthrus were handling almost everything for her, her best and loyal friends.

Meeting with Astor was hard on her nerves and Una felt like she was drowning when it was done. It was only after Astor left that the Silver Princess realized that she completely forgot to place the tracker on. Her eyes brimmed with holographic tears and the girl shook her head, hating herself for being such a failure. "I forgot... to..." Orthrus then picked up the tiny cake and munched on it, knowing Una couldn't eat in her current form. "I did it for you, idiot princess." The butler said in his most abrasive voice. "No cake for you." Thyella looked like she was about to fume and Una felt even more miserable and incompetent. "Th-thank you. I'll, um..." But the words wouldn't come out so with help of a glare from the maid, Orthrus sighed and patted her holographic head, hand going through, making it shimmer. "Just let us do all the work, since you're clearly-" The combat maid then punched him in the side, shutting him up.

Princess Nui promised that she would help, and said that they'd need an escort. Thyella smiled and went with the Ashians, after giving Orthrus a glare to tell him to behave. "I'll take them to their room, Una. I'm pretty strong, after all!" Then Heron grinned, pulling her spear out and twirling it in her hands, taking it as a challenge. "Oh, you are, huh? C'mon, Cress, I'm stronger than any escort! Let me handle everything!" Thyella smiled and pulled out her knives hidden in her poofy sleeves, and that was when Orthrus interrupted them. "Yes, because fighting in Una's room is the perfect way to plan a strategy." That stopped the fight pretty quickly. "I'll... okay. I'll prepare a team to extract the bodies of your comrades while you wait for Riana's supplies." Una said, feeling useless, always relying on her retainers to do everything for her.

Once the Ashians were gone, she and Orthrus were going to have to plan things out. "If we want the bodies, we should get to them right away. That's what's going through that head of yours, isn't it, Una?" The Silver Princess nodded - the sooner the better. Orthrus's voice lowered slightly. "Be careful, though. Other than Thyella and I, I'm not sure we can trust anyone else fully. Jezebeth might have gotten into their heads." So if they were going to get the bodies, the less amount of people sent on the mission, the better. "Um, Orthrus-" He looked at her, then spoke over her. "I'll spread rumors that the extraction ship houses Princess Nui to bait an attack. It'll be good to get a glimpse at the attackers... maybe capture one alive and see what they know." Una lowered her head, wishing she was smart enough to have thought of that. "Okay. I trust you, Orthrus. Come back safely." He then put a hand into his pocket and fished out a holo disc with a grin. "Oh, but you're coming with me, aren't you? It'd be good field experience."

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【ɗιαƖσgΟ…Ρ” cσƖσя: #CD5C5C β™™ тнσυgΠ½Ρ‚ cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Still Into you || Paramore ||




"You make such cute sounds when you're enjoying yourself." Heron grinned and Cress blushed, looking away. "Stop it," she said, sounding like a spoiled child that didn't want to eat her vegetables or something of the sort. Heron trailed her fingers down Cress's spine. They were playing board game, the two of them laying on their stomachs on the bed. "I'm only speaking the truth," Heron said up, she was no longer wearing the maid uniform, but a knight uniform that belonged to the Tartarian military, saying she simply wanted one of the cool uniforms for herself. Cress was no longer wearing the fancy dress either, but something that would be easier to garden in. "I just got the call from Riana, it's time to move out." Cress nodded her head, not resisting as Heron lifted her to put her in the wheelchair.

Riana was also sending some medical supplies to replace Cress's supplements that had been lost in the fire. "Next time we play Chutes and Ladders, I get to go first." Cress had been teaching Heron the game with a board made on paper and their pieces being buttons Heron had found in the drawer. The two of them had been having a little of fun, but Heron was obviously cheating. "You said it yourself, that's the luck of the draw." Heron laughed and took the handles of the wheelchair, wheeling Cress out to where the elevator was. Finnley was waiting there for them, also wearing the Tartarian military uniform. "You two look great," Cress smiled.

There were more waiting for them in the lobby. "Oh, these are perfect." Cress clapped her hands together, seeing her supplies. "Let's start in the city center," It was a barren square of rugged dust and red dirt. "Heron, put me on the ground please." Heron eased Cress out of the wheelchair and onto the ground and Cress used her hands to survey the dirt. "I'll need two bags of soil," she began listing off the things she would need to make this desert cave able to house the edible flowers she was going to plant. "Where do you want me to start building the tubing?" Finnley inquired, holding a beginner's guide to hydroponics. "Over there," Cress pulled on a pair of gloves.

She began to work the hard earth, mixing it with the soil so that the plants would know to root into the desert earth. "Need some help?" Heron got down on her knees, copying Cress's motions as Cress overturned the soil. Cress didn't mind crawling across the dirt, she didn't mind the desert dust that clung to her every exposed layer of skin, or the red plant vitamin mixer that smudged across her face. Her hair glistened with sweat in the high afternoon, but despite the hard work, Cress was smiling. She was in her element, planting, pulling, readying soil, watering the ground. Cress reached for her water bottle, accidentally drinking the water mixed with plant vitamin. Cress spit it out, wiping at her tongue. "Ugh, that tastes awful."

Heron was laughing, holding onto her side. "I was gonna say something, but I decided against it because you were so in your zone." Cress punched Heron's shoulder. "It's like butterfly kisses," Heron teased, stealing a kiss in return. "Let's focus, we're nearly done with this section." Cress said, trying to get to her feet, only to collapse. "Hey, whoa there," Heron grabbed her, easing Cress back down. "I'm fine, I just forgot." The princess objected and Heron shook her head. "You've been hard at work for a few hours now, it's nearly sunset." It wasn't enough, there was still so much Cress needed to cover. "Let's just do one more plot, I promise after that I'm done." They were at the edge of the city now. People stopped to watch them, they murmured at the holos that flickered around the fresh dirt, informing citizens to stay away.

"Cress, Corren is gonna kill me if I let you overdo it on the first day. Besides, you need to eat," Heron carried Cress back to her wheelchair, placing the princess in. Finnley rejoined them with the soil samples from the outer districts. This wasn't the only city they would be working in, Cress still had so much work to cover. "Thanks," she murmured as Finnley put the samples in her bag of magic gardening tools. "We should report to Princess Una and let her know that our first day on the job was a success."


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Shiro blushed when Nee said that she had fun with her as well. It was true wasn't it? That's what lovers did, they had fun with one another in ways that no one else could know about. It was a good thing that Corren had left, he had work to do, soldiers to fix. How was Kora doing? Shiro wondered. Had the knight found herself a place to stay? A good job? Had Itward taken her somewhere to help make her feel better? Itward could always station Kora in one of the port cities away from Ashia Palace, then not only would her friend still have her job, but she would get to see the world! Shiro wished she could travel more too, but she knew that in the end, she belonged here, in the palace, by Nee's side. "I hope that we can have lots more fun together in the future too."

Praise felt great, Shiro was a good girl, she was coming up with all sorts of ideas that Narcia liked! That's what good girls did after all, they spent their days helping people out, especially the ones they loved. Shiro was a good girl, so she would be as helpful as Nee, as anyone, needed the Queen to be. Were Queens good girls too? Narcia certainly was one. Narina wasn't though, she may have thought she was a good girl, but she said mean things and hurt people for no reason. Kora was a good girl too! She helped her friends and she sacrificed a lot being in the royal military as a knight. Did that mean by default that all knight's were good girls? Some of them were good boys too no doubt. Shiro hoped that they weren't abusing their titles, that they were upholding all of the Palace's principles and were being kind and courageous in every way.

"We can invite Una too and lots of other people! Maybe we should invite the orphans too!" They no doubt could use a good cheering up and a wedding was just the event! It was going to be the talk of the year, Shiro was certain. The thought of getting to wear a wedding gown for Nee, of getting to be so grown up, it made Shiro blush again and she tapped her cheeks, shaking her head. Shiro needed to focus! "What's that Nee?" Shiro asked, seeing as how her beloved was trying to ask her a question and Shiro was off in la-la land doing who knows what! Shiro was wearing her most innocent smile, eyes sparkling in wonder the way they did whenever she was thinking about happy things.

Then it all came crashing down. There was an emergency in the med bay. Shiro was shoved underneath the invisibility cloak once more, Ellis falling from her arms. "What's going on?" Shiro asked, hardly able to comprehend a thing that had just happened. Ellis was picked up and the pup was placed on Narcia's lap. They rushed down the hall and Shiro felt a sense of dread cement itself into her stomach as they neared the sick bay. Wren was in the royal sick bay, being tended to by Corren. "Wren," Shiro felt tears brimming on her eyes. She fled the safety of the invisibility cloak before Xion could even close the door and ran up to her friend, her protector, the girl that had been by her side through many sick nights, rubbing Shiro's back, memories of her staying beside her in the servant sick bay while Shiro was running a fever or had been beaten again.

Corren was saying words, Nee was trying to comfort her, but they were a buzz of background noise. Her friend spoke to her weakly, Shiro's tears rolled down her cheeks, glistening as they hit the ground. Her happy, innocent smile was gone, replaced by a shattered look of despair. "It's me," Shiro confirmed, her voice seeming so small. In that moment, everything about Shiro seemed so fragile, like glass that would break with one touch. This was her fault, Narina was after her and so she had gone to Shiro's protector. "This is... my fault." A tear ran down her face, most of Wren was covered in bandages, her bright blue hair matted with blood. "If I wasn't... if you weren't..." Nee was comforting her too, calling her a good girl, but if Shiro really was a good girl, then why did everyone she love end up getting hurt?

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It felt blissful being with Shiro, but all bliss had an end, didn't it? Even if the emergency transmission from Xion hadn't happened, Narcia would have broken Shiro's poor heart regardless with admitting what happened to Kora. Shiro said that they were going to have plenty of fun times together in the future and the ice queen very dearly hoped that it was true. "I hope so as well." Narcia said in a low, pained whisper. She hoped beyond hope, but what she did to Kora was horrible. Kora was Shiro's friend. What was she thinking? Why hadn't she been a little more careful before going through with it that risky procedure to bring back Aya?

Many people, it was going to be a huge celebration to mark a new age of peace and love for Ashia Palace. It'd have to happen after Narina was gone for good, of course. Once Narina was gone, a true peace treaty could be drafted. Aquarius had already surrendered to the Western Continent, and Stalford now had peace on his half of the planet. All they needed was for Narina to die so that Una could maintain control over Tartaria. "The orphans, and many others too. It'll be the happiest day of our lives, and I want to share it with everyone." And just like an ill omen, Xion messaged, telling them about Wren.

Wren was talking, trying to sound strong even with the pain, and her voice was slurred, almost dizzy since no doubt Corren had her on pain medication to try and dull the agony as much as he could. The lively blue haired girl made a weak smile and wrapped her hand around the crying and shattered Shiro, and Nee knew not even her words could do anything to help. "I didn't tell... her anything, Nee." Wren said, and no matter how she tried, her voice sounded weak and exhausted. "But I think she suspects that Shiro's okay. You gotta.... keep her safe. No matter what." The only hint to how much she was hurting was how her voice shook at the end of each word. "It's not... your fault, Shiro, you doofus. I'm fine. Something like this isn't enough to hurt me, silly."

Nee's words weren't reaching Shiro, and something else needed to be done, in any case. First, she needed to know this much. "Corren, how bad are the injuries? Is there any permanent damage?" Corren seemed reluctant to go into much detail with Shiro around, but he answered on somewhat vague terms. "There's nothing we can't fix. It should take a few days. The injuries look worse than they actually are." He went quiet. "Whatever happened, Narina wanted us to find her alive." Then Nee turned her eyes towards Xion, who gave a gentle smile and showed the results of the bug scan. "Already removed everything. She's clean."

"Where did you find her, Xion?" So Xion pulled up a map of Ashia Palace with business like precision - it was the Arantra District of the Rubble Tier, not far from where the Filia family once lived. "She was here, and Itward sent knights to search the area. There was a warning, saying not to mess with Tartaria once they found the torture room, but we know for sure it was Narina." Wren did her best to nod in assurance. "It was her. No question about it." If there was slander like that, no wonder Ashians still hated Tartarians. "Clean it. Get rid of it. We don't want them hating Tartarians more than they already do." Xion nodded with affirmation. "Already done." She said and handed Nee a lollipop. Narcia, of course, knew what to do with it. "Shiro, here. It's only for good girls, and it's for you." Nee wanted Shiro to not blame herself for this tragedy. "Narina is the bad girl, she's the one who will be punished. You did nothing wrong, I promise." Wren did her best attempt at a smile. "You're the best girl there is, Shiro! So don't beat yourself up about it, alright?"



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|| Keshin || Asami Imai ||




It was weird, being in a ship. At this point, Una was far more accustomed to instantaneous travel via transferring her mind through various holo discs containing the port for her consciousness to enter. As such, something like this, actually flying to a location, was odd in and of itself. Thyella was back in Gehenna, keeping a careful watch over Princess Nui, Heron, Finnley, and Ghenna as they did their work, so it was Una and Orthrus and a few other staff members to retrieve the bodies. As it turned out, it wasn't too far from Gehenna by flight - maybe a day and a half march to get to the Abyssal City by foot. So far, it seemed like all was going well.

"I, um, I'd like for-" Orthrus shot her a dry stare and shook his head. Una fell silent, not knowing how to give the order, not sure how to sound strong and confident. Her butler served her a cookie and ate it himself, as he always did, and mouthed words for her to repeat. "Everyone, I want you to retrieve the corpses of the Ashian scientists and make sure they each have something to identify them by. Top priority is retrieving and destroying their ID Chips in their left wrists so that they can't be used for nefarious means!" The girl almost stumbled over her words if it wasn't for Orthrus guiding her. "But make it quick, enemies might be on the move." Orthrus added sternly, then lowered his voice. "You still sound too much like a scared little schoolgirl, Una. I'm sure that's the model behind every strong leader."

Una shook her head, watching as her soldiers moved out, taking the bodies, and treated them with respect as they brought them back into the ship, each on their own bed. "It's hard, Orthrus. I'm not.... I'm still an eight year old girl..." Orthrus snorted then, sounding very unlike a butler as he did so. "Yes, admitting that you're a child is definitely the right way to inspire confidence." He sighed, looking vaguely disappointed as Una withered, and the butler poured more tea for himself. "Like it or not, this is your responsibility. Thyella and I will do our best to help, but you have to pull your weight as well. This is how to ensure peace." Una knew that, she knew this was necessary. But it didn't change the fact that she was afraid.

Once all the bodies were loaded and stored safely, it was time to return to Ashia Palace. Of course, rumors were spread about that Princess Nui was aboard this ship, retrieving her fallen comrades, and just as expected, someone took the bait. A few ships attacked and so Orthrus did his duty - piloting. The man was lazy and sarcastic and hated doing work, but his expertise was flying a ship. Thyella was much better at physical combat, but this was what Orthrus's primary skill was at. So he maneuvered their ship, idly reading a message at the same time. "Queen Riana's shipments have arrived, by the way." He spoke in a bored voice as he shot down the other dragon ships.

Once the battle was over, Orthrus made sure to leave exactly one survivor, and he ordered the soldiers to restrain the latest victim for his torture and interrogation games. Una wanted to pretend she didn't know what her old friend's habits were and remained mostly quiet for the ride back to Gehenna. Once back to the palace, the bodies were each placed in pods of mourning, made to look as if they were asleep, and their dogtags were in Orthrus's hand, casually placing them on Una's desk once they were back in her office. It was night now. Una made a call to Princess Nui, announcing her mission success. "Well, I'm off to have fun with my new friend." Orthrus said, leaving Una to make her report. "Um, we retrieved the bodies and their identification for their families. Once again, I'm really sorry. Too many died for such a... s-senseless reason..." Una wanted to cry. She hated war, she hated fighting and death. She just wanted a world where everyone could live peacefully.

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|| Still Into you || Paramore ||




"Then when I got back, she told me that the wedding was off! Can you believe her?" Finnley was regaling them in the tale of how his engagement was broken off. Apparently, when Narina charged him with treason, his family abandoned him and revoked him from the will, the girl he was madly in love with and supposed to marry, tore out and stomped on his heart by jumping ship a well. "I'm sure they only did it because the other noble houses expected it." Cress said as the wheels stopped, getting stuck in the sand for the third time in an hour. Finnley lifted the front of the chair and Heron the back. People ceased in their tracks to watch them, no doubt curious about the trio with tan skin and exotic hair and eyes. Most Tartarians were deathly pale, as though they never saw the sun. It was a shame considering that the desert was their backyard.

"Are you drinking?" Heron asked, opening up Cress's water bottle and forcing the girl to take a few steady sips. "Now I am," Cress wiped her mouth with her arm, leaving a streak. She was covered head to toe in desert dirt. "I think, if she really loved you, she would have waited for you like you asked her to." Finnley grunted, no doubt tired of speaking of it. He was the one who had brought it up in the first place, or maybe that was Heron, Cress wasn't so sure. "Yeah, you're right. Maybe I should have jumped while I had the chance and married Shiro." He burst out laughing and Cress politely tittered, not finding the idea as amusing. To pay for his treason, Finnley had been assigned to watch over Shiro since in the end she had been less of a lady in waiting and more of a tool for Narina's amusement.

"I think if you had tried to touch Shiro, Nee would have had you beheaded." Both knights laughed at that, as though the idea were so outlandish. Finnley straightened then, his tone not as humorous. "I still feel bad for what I did, I probably could have saved them a lot of pain, but I was so scared of Narina." They all were, whenever you spoke to any soldier, bringing up Narina felt like a sin. She was like a PTSD trigger, sending everyone who heard the name into a fi. Just thinking about her, about her cold, heartless, mother sent chills up her spine. If it weren't thanks to Thyella's team, no doubt the trio would have been assaulted by strangers. They were hailed as 'outsiders' and if it was one thing that Tartarians didn't like, it was tourists.

They reached the palace gate now and headed up the steps. Well, I'll see you tomorrow," Cress and Heron watched Finnley go. "Bath time!" The knight chimed, wheeling Cress to the elevator. "We're both so dirty, I'm sure a nice, long, hot bath would do just the trick to get us ready for dinner." Tomorrow too, they had plenty of work cut out for them if they wanted to make it back home within a month. So far, no invitation from Jezebeht, Cress couldn't help but feel relieved. Una had forgotten to put the tracker on Astaroth and Cress wondered if Una was possibly a slightly taller and blonder version of Shiro.

They were in the room now, the smell of dinner wafting down the hall. It smelled spicy and exotic and Cress couldn't wait to try some. Heron ran the bath and Cress began to get undressed, throwing the clothes into a laundry pile. They were borrowed since Cress's things had burned in the fire. "Okay Heron, I'm ready." The knight came out, her voluptuous body making Cress lightly blush. Heron saw it and grinned, lifting Cress up and placing her in the tub. Instantly Cress felt relaxed. "These bubbles smell so nice," she took a deep inhale, the tension unwinding. Heron slid in next, seemingly immune. "It's nice," Heron grinned, her arms wrapping around Cress. Unlike most times, Cress didn't react or protest.

"Mmm, what is this? Vanilla? French vanilla?" Cress breathed it in, a lazy smile sliding onto her face. "Let's wash up," Heron got out the soap, lingering and massaging every inch of Cress's skin. "This doesn't bother you?" Heron asked, a hand on her chest, rubbing a certain little mound between two fingers. Cress shook her head, "It feels... nice."


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|| I'm on Top of the World|| Imagine Dragons ||




Nothing that couldn't be fixed? It certainly didn't look that way. There were bandages where skin should be, blood where muscle and tissue should have been. Wren looked as though someone had thrown her into the blender and put it on high. "Wren, Wren, please be okay." The pup whimpered. It was probably a bad idea to take Shiro here, even if it was her friend. The poor little pup was inconsolable, holding Wren's hand gently, tears running down her face. This was not an issue her pacifier could fix, this was something much worse. If Shiro just gave herself over, Narina wouldn't keep hurting the people she loved. Right? If Shiro went, she would be a good girl, she would save all of her friends from their suffering. Sure Narina would probably do terrible things to her, make it so that Shiro couldn't be with Narcia, but at least they would be safe.

Yes, it would be much better if Shiro just left. Sure, Nee would cry, sure she would be upset and heartbroken, but if Shiro's death meant that Nee got to live, that the people she loved would stop being hurt, then Shiro would do it. Wren was speaking then, saying that Narina suspected that she was alive, that she was okay. There was a way to stop this, all Shiro had to do was walk out that door. Her legs shook at the thought, if Shiro went, it would mean she would probably never get to see Nee again. There was another fracture in her heart, painfully wedging itself into place. No, Shiro couldn't do that. Even if she loved everyone, she was selfish, she wanted to be with Narcia for the rest of her life. The only way to defeat Narina was with love, so that's what Shiro would do.

Shiro whimpered and trembled, knowing that Narina was out there, that she was actively looking for her, it terrified the pup. She felt something warm between her legs and Shiro sobbed even more, realizing what she had done. Shame filled her for committing such a terrible act here and now, unable to hold it in. "I'm sorry," Shiro whimpered, "I'm a bad girl." Corren came over, holding something in his hand. He was gentle, as he peeled away Shiro's wet clothes, wiping her off with a damp towel. As a doctor, something like this didn't scar him or make him turn away, he had handled much worse. In fact, washing Shiro off was easy. "These are all I have," Corren said, looking to Narcia before putting them on. It was a medical diaper, the kind you would put on someone who you couldn't put a catheter in. Since they were in the royal medical suite, he had a nightgown too.

Shiro was blushing heavily, feeling as though they were all looking at her as Corren fixed the diaper around her, then put the nightgown over her head. Shiro went over to Nee, feeling small as she burst into tears again. While all that had happened, Xion had already given Nee the details and so Shiro went over to Nee, feeling like her tail was in between her legs. She took Ellis from Nee's lap, hugging him against her as she cried. Nee had a lollipop, she looked like her normal, loving self. Shiro gingerly took it from her, clear hesitance in her eyes. She unwrapped the sucker and placed it in her mouth, the taste of summer berries dancing on her tongue. "Th-thank y-y-you." The pup stuttered. It was clear that her spirits were down, even with the two comforting her.

"I-I'm n-not." Shiro replied, because it was the truth. "A good girl would have been able to help, a good girl wouldn't have let her friend get injured!" Shiro felt tears running down her face again. Wren was practically her big sister and yet, Shiro failed her. She was a bad girl, she deserved to be punished for being so awful. Wren should have given her up, that way at least she would be alive and safe. Shiro would be punished and Nee would be sad though. The thought of what Narina might do... it made Shiro whimper and shake again. If there was a chance of being caught, Narina would probably do to Shiro what Itward had done to Aya. Shiro didn't want that, she wanted to be able to feel the love Nee gave her, even if thinking about it made her blush.

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|| Rolling Girl || Hatsune Miku ||




Narcia's mind idled slightly. It wasn't that she wasn't being attentive to the current issue at hand, but rather, a new strange idea suddenly appeared, one relating directly to Kora's situation. The girl was flying above the city in what was essentially a coma, with Itward and Doctor Benkov attending her. The longer they remained in the air, the longer, theoretically, no one would figure out the truth behind what happened. Nee wanted to atone, but she knew now that revealing the truth wasn't how to do it. No, she needed to stamp the truth out and bury it, and provide an illusion of a different possible truth to present to the world. If she told others, it'd only burden them and hurt them needlessly. Shiro's reaction to Wren was proof enough of this.

But first, a possible solution to the problem was this. If she could somehow wake Kora up, then one method would be examining the brain directly. It was too dangerous to remove the chip port now, who knows what that would do to her mental state, but if they could directly see the effects of the personality transfer on the brain in a way ENG scanning can't, perhaps a method to waking her up would become apparent. so if they cut open her head and - she would need to think more, of course. It wasn't the time now for a hasty decision. What also needed to be planned for was what lie to feed everyone that would explain Kora's disappearance, and how to shut Itward and Benkov up about the procedure. They were a liability until their silence was guaranteed.

Thankfully, Shiro accepted the lollipop even though she was still in a bad state. The pup kept apologizing, kept crying, and no matter what Wren weakly tried to say, it didn't seem to be working. The bluenette seemed to be getting more stressed out by Shiro's tears than by her own injuries, and - Nee wasn't sure, but wasn't stress bad for the healing process? It hurt the ice queen's heart to see her like this, and more hatred festered, hatred that could only be solved with Narina's permanent eradication. "You aren't a bad girl, Shiro." Nee said, bringing a hand to her beloved's cheek, retrieving a tear on her fingertip. "Only good girls can cry. Bad girls hurt others, but good girls cry and want everyone to be happy." She needed to try and overwrite Shiro's definition of bad and good, to make her see sense before the pup made a decision everyone would regret.

"A bad girl is a girl that hurts people and enjoys hurting them." Narcia explained in an unwavering, steady tone. "A bad girl laughs when people are hurting, a bad girl wants to make people sad and cry." She poked showed Shiro's tear to her, before returning it to her cheek with as gentle a smile as the ice queen could muster. "Good girls cry when their friends are hurt, and want to make the world a happy place." At this rate, Shiro wasn't going to be able to attend the Red Moon Conference, not while she was upset like this. Since Narina seemed to know the truth by now, it wouldn't do harm to update the alliance as much as possible, would it? "So Shiro, tell me, which one are you?"

She stayed at Shiro's side while Wren spoke quietly to the crying girl until it was time for the Red Moon Conference to begin. She gave her lover a nudge. "I should to the Conference. Do you want come with me?" She ordered Xion to guard the room from the outside to the best of her ability, and Narcia wheeled herself farther in, through a secret passage she had built specifically for a stealth operation - one that connected directly to the Playground. She booted up the secure server, since this night was the one night a year Ourania's moon glowed red, for a reason yet unknown to science. It was time to plan a strategy with the other royals.



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|| Keshin || Asami Imai ||




The Red Moon Conference had begun and Una felt incredibly nervous in this virtual room, surrounded by people who were definitely all much better than she was. Queen Narcia's fierce and cold icy eyes gazed upon everyone with a ferocity that was both intimidating and powerful all in one. Queen Riana of Coriandrum wasn't her usual calm and gentle self - but rather cunning and calculating, eyes narrowed as the gears spun in her head. Even the friendly and bubbly Princess Cumin was a force to be reckoned with, smiling pleasantly at everyone from her corner. And last but not least was Princess Nui, whose heart burned with a passion brighter than anyone else. Next to them, what was Una, anyways? The Silver Princess of Tartaria wasn't good for anything.

"We're all here to discuss two topics." Queen Narcia said, taking the leadership role in all of this. "In the interest of preventing another war, we must have a discourse on the future of Tartaria, as well as my mother, the former Queen Narina's actions. I invited you all here so we can join our minds and formulate a plan together." Each word was clearly spoken, with purpose and strength. Was that how a Queen was meant to be? Riana then glanced over at Una who tried not to squeak in fear. "Princess Una, would you like to begin with a status report of Tartaria?"

Una nodded, trying desperately not to freeze in place, trying desperately to prove that she wasn't as useless as she feared. "U-um! I- um!" She stumbled three times in succession and Una wanted to melt away and cry in a ball in the corner. Why? Why was she such a failure? And yet no one was interrupting at all. "...Tartaria is..." So in a weak and trembling voice, Una reported. Mutiny was a high risk, and there was a lot of support for Jezebeth. The citizens, in desperation, are in support of war, even if it was a hopeless war. They'd prefer to die in a blaze of glory rather than starving in the desert. She then mentioned how Nui already started her help, and Nui's supplies were given - not to forget Cumin's care packages from her spy network. But the fact of the matter was, Una wasn't recognized or taken seriously by the vast majority of Tartaria.

Cumin spoke then, crisp and sharp, in contrast to her usual gentle tones. "May I suggest a speech of your intentions?" The Etrurian Princess asked prudently, but it was clear she wasn't acting. "Explain your wishes and reasoning to the people, show that you aren't afraid to reveal your intentions." Una felt weak and useless as even Cumin reprimanded her - or at least, that was how her brain interpreted the honest advice. "If you can't even face your public to talk to them, how can they trust that you have their best interests at heart?"

Riana echoed that sentiment, as did Narcia, and Una felt overwhelmed, only able to nod weakly, nauseous at the idea of speaking publicly for all of Tartaria to hear. Was that something all rulers had to do? The Silver Princess felt sick just considering it. But it seemed the scolding and criticism wasn't over yet and Una felt a sheet of ice wash over her. Narcia's cold glare was aimed directly at her soul. "One of your top priorities should be figuring out who isn't loyal to you, and plotting their deaths." Nee said and Una shivered. Assassination? Murder? No! She didn't want to do any of that! "Anyone supporting Jezebeth is a risk. You can't let support for her grow." Una had no idea how to do any of that sort of stuff!

And Riana was joining in now. "You should also try to spread peace and forgiveness to your peoples." The motherly Queen Riana said in a voice that wasn't motherly at all. Una felt like she was being torn apart for her inadequacies, and she knew she deserved it. They were counting on her to do a good job and she failed to deliver. "Princess Nui's also there to help with that, to show that Ashians only want to help revitalize the barren desert and make it habitable." Una lowered her head, quivering. "Y-yes.... I'll do my best..." She sent Nui a silent ask for help, feeling like an insect under a microscope.

Then the topic shifted to the second, and possibly more important point. Una didn't have much input for this one, so she went mostly quiet, glad that Tartaria wasn't being examined this time. They were discussing Narina's actions now, trying to figure out what her next move was going to be. "My mother's goal is unification of the Eastern Continent under Ashia's banner." Queen Narcia explained with absolute certainty. "She's willing to do whatever it takes to achieve that goal." What was said next sent shivers down Una's spine. For that to work, Narina was going to try and have all the non-Ashian royals killed, and use her android army masquerading as Ashian Knights to subjugate the lands and put them under Ashian rule.

Spoken incredibly matter of factly, Cumin was less a gentle and kind princess and more like an analytical viper. "And it makes sense that the weak and fragile Una would be her first target." Princess Cumin said and Una didn't know what to say to that whatsoever. "Tartaria is the most vulnerable of our alliance nations, so we'll do all we can to lend support." Una already knew she was the weakest one, but it was even more humiliating to have it pointed out so obviously for everyone to ridicule her. The girl already just wanted to cry and never have to bear the weight of a crown. Una felt like she was being crushed by the responsibility that she never wanted to bear.

"Una. It's imperative that you maintain control of the situation in Tartaria. My sister will do her best to help, but the responsibility still lies with you." Una knew it of course, she knew this already. Did they really have to keep telling her over and over again? She was trying her best, wasn't she? "You need to locate where Narina is hiding and eliminate her as quickly as possible." Narcia was staring at her, and Una wondered if it was possible to freeze to death from a stare. "If you fail, Tartaria will once again be riled up in war, and that might spell utter ruin to the nation your brother tried so hard to protect." Una wouldn't look anyone in the eye, just kept her head down. "Yes." She said. It was all she could really say without breaking into tears in front of everyone.

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It wasn't as though Cress wasn't grateful, she really was, it was just that maybe Heron wasn't the best person to take a bath with if you wanted to keep some things private. "I didn't know you have a birth mark here," Heron grinned as Cress tried to wash herself, taking away the layers of dirt from planting night sky lavender, the last flower of the day. After the fact, Cress was covered in dust and dirt, as was the entire crew. Heron had started the bath, infusing it with something that smelled familiar and comforting, instantaneously relaxing Cress and making her lower her guard. "Don't look there," Cress blushed, blocking Heron's view with her hands. "I'm the only on that can see it," Heron said with a grin, removing Cress's hands. "You're all for me," Heron kissed her again, trying to override those terrible memories.

Her hands caressed Cress's skin, tracing over the scars from procedures Corren had performed. When Heron broke the kiss, there was spittle running between the two. "What's with you today?" Cress blinked, as though realizing that their lips were no longer interlocked. "You're more touchy than usual," Heron shrugged, revealing her fangs with a grin. "You're my girlfriend aren't you? Am I not allowed to enjoy what's mine?" Cress blushed and looked away in answer, which made Heron laugh. The redhead wrapped her arms around Cress's waist, the scent of the bathtub too distracting to make Cress stiffen up like she normally would.

Instead, Cress closed her eyes, resting her head on Heron's chest. "Tired?" Heron asked and Cress nodded her head. It was only early that morning that they had hiked across the desert, it was only natural to feel exhausted. "I have to attend this conference thing, Nee is forcing me." The red moon, that's what Narcia had called it. Hopefully it would be quick so that Cress could eat her soup and go to sleep. "I'm sure Nee wants you to at least pretend to be interested. This is your future after all," Cress sighed, knowing that this was the fate she had chosen. "I didn't think being a princess would involve so many meetings with other royalty. I thought they just sat around and kissed babies." Cress hadn't realized that being a Princess was hard work, she had to give Nee more credit for doing it.

"Well it's about time to come out, you've gotta attend after all." Heron lifted Cress from the tub and Cress wrapped a towel around herself. If it was Heron's choice, Cress would have slept in no clothes, but she managed to find a nightgown that looked far more dressy, appropriate for a meeting as such. Then it was time to play the waiting game as Cress sat with her holo, waiting for it to ring with the secure connection that would allow her to attend. Finally, it was time. All of the women were there, Ourania's alliance, the strongest and most reliable. Well and Una too. They were off to a good start, getting right to business about the issues and current events happening between Ashia and Tartaria, light and darkness, life and death.

There was one thing though, an increasingly worrying issue that made Cress's brow furrow, then twitch in annoyance. "Stop talking down to her like that!" Cress snapped, feeling mad on Una's behalf. "Sure she's new at this and young, but you guys were all too! Surely you remember the uncertainty that came with wearing the crown? The indecision? The having to weigh the smallest thing because apparently it's a giant political gesture as to what color your sanitary napkins are!" Cress threw her hands up in the air, clear frustration on her face. She took a deep breath, attempting to maintain her composure.

"It's natural to be afraid, especially when you're just starting out. Let's try to support Una as much as we can." That Cress was certain on, because without Una, they wouldn't have even gotten this far. Cress's progress may have been reversed depending on what Narina AKA Jezebeth wanted to play. Right now their mother had done a fine job of trying to get an edge on them, but it wasn't working. Instead, the nations had united in a front against her wicked witch of a mother "We all have one common enemy, I know it's making everyone scared and frustrated, but you shouldn't vent these emotions on Una." Ever the pacifist, seeing the queens unite and bully the poor child brought up Cress's inner vigilante. "So why don't we all calm down and think rationally?"

"I've been making progress in Gehenna with the planting of flowers, but my main concern is the people. They may be unfamiliar with the greenery, which is why I've only planted flowers with nonlethal tendencies when consumed, but my bigger worry would be someone stamping and ripping out the flowers over night." There had been protective barriers set up to ensure that no one got to them, but even so, Cress was worried. "I also think that if Una outright states her intentions, the people of Tartaria will think she's a puppet on strings." Cress closed her eyes, giving it some more thought, then, she snapped her fingers in sudden brilliance. "Una should make a speech about taking Ashian's captive."

It was a brilliant idea, or at least Cress thought so. "That way she can win the favor of the people and slowly ease them into the peaceful treaty by making a huge show of beginning peaceful negotiations and the people will see her as a hero." Which would lead to them ultimately accepting her. That way, no one would question the escort of knights that went with them to garden and the people could think that Una was putting Cress to work. They could also go around to the other cities without fear of attack and Una could make a show of prancing around her "prisoners."


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|| I'm on Top of the World|| Imagine Dragons ||




Shiro felt so small and embarrassed, having soiled herself again in front of everyone, having her clothes stripped and forced to wear a diaper by Corren. Shiro felt less like a queen and more like a baby. Tears were still running down her face in shame and Shiro refused to meet anyone's eyes. The poor pup was quite horrified at herself for what she had just done and she was sure that it was something only a dog would do. No one could ever love a dog and she felt as though Narina was right. Shiro was just a puppy, trying to keep up in an ever bustling world. Narcia, Wren, Kora, they could all navigate easily but Shiro was lost. Shiro twisted the material of the nightgown in her hands, whimpering. She was a bad girl wasn't she? She had gotten so afraid that she had just let everything loose on the floor. There was no way Nee would still want to be with her after that.

Wren was trying to comfort her, murmuring soothing words, but it wasn't helping. Shiro should be the one comforting her, not the other way around. "I-I'm sorry, I-I-I'm n-not a g-good f-f-friend." Shiro shook her head. Wren had always been like a big sister to her, she had always protected Shiro from the bullies, but when it came time for Shiro to protect Wren, she had failed. She hadn't even known that Wren was missing, they should have been watching her ID chip, someone should have seen her leave the Palace. They were on lock down after all, did no one take attendance of the staff? Did no one check to make sure that the maids and butlers who walked the halls weren't android infiltrators? What if it was one of them who had taken Wren and dragged her to the Rubble Tier and beaten her up?

Nee was by her side then and Shiro whimpered, no doubt this was the moment that Nee broke off the wedding, probably disgusted at the display Shiro hadn't meant to put on. Shiro flinched when Nee reached up and wiped away her tears, saying that she wasn't a bad girl. Shiro slowly opened her eyes, seeing Nee's loving expression and her heart fluttered. She insisted that Shiro wasn't a bad girl, that only good girls could cry because they wanted everyone to be happy. Shiro's knees felt weak and shaky and she slid to the floor, unsure if the emotional turmoil inside of her was relief or something else. No doubt that this is what real love was; to fall for someone so unconditionally that even in their moments of weakness you still wanted to protect them. Shiro wanted to protect Nee, she had to, Narcia was her everything and the ring on her finger proved that.

Nee went on to explain the true definition of a bad girl, someone that hurt someone and enjoyed hurting others. It was the exact opposite of Shiro, who hated seeing people afraid and injured, who had lived in fear of being punished for not making tea properly, or not setting the table right. "I w-wan-t-t ev-everyone t-to live ha-happily." Shiro whispered, looking at the floor. She felt drained after crying, as though all of the energy in her body had been taken, leaving her physically and emotionally spent. In truth, Corren had given Shiro a mild sedative that would keep the pup from doing anything rash in case she tried to make a decision on her own. Shiro wasn't really the most reliable in tight situations, she had a tough time making quick decisions and also second guessed herself a lot, unlike Narcia who was always calm and cool and in control.

Nee wanted to know what she was, if Shiro was a good girl or a bad girl. Shiro looked at the ground, swallowing. What was she? Everything in her screamed that she was a bad girl, that she had let her friends down, but from what Nee was saying, Shiro was a good girl. Narina was the bad girl, the one who laughed when she hurt people, who smiled so pleasantly as she tortured Shiro and punished her staff. Shiro remembered being in that interrogation room, before Narcia had turned it into a playground to take away the bad memories, she remembered Narina hurting her daughter by forcing her to inject Shiro with a hallucinogenic. "I-I'm a-" she started, uncertainty in her eyes. She was a good girl, Nee had said so and Nee only ever told Shiro the truth, so Shiro really was a good girl then?

"I'm a good girl," Shiro finally replied, a bit of question still in her eyes. Yes, Shiro was a good girl, Shiro was Nee's good girl. "I'm a good girl!" Shiro said, feeling tears well up in her eyes again. Her words were certain, an affirmation to herself that she was on the side of good. Corren needed them to leave so that he could get back to work without fear of interruption. Shiro turned to Wren to say goodbye, promising that she would come visit tomorrow. Once the pup was out of earshot, Corren went over to nee and handed her a few small syringes. Not Shiro's medicine for the sanitary disease since he had to be there when it was injected, but vials of the sedative to pour into Shiro's tea until the Narina situation was taken care of.

A good girl protected everyone, Shiro would have to protect what was precious to her too. She tried to stand up, but the pup was terribly dizzy. "My legs feel funny," Shiro said, looking down at them. "It's probably nothing," Corren said and lifted Shiro up, placing her in Narcia's lap. Shiro took Ellis from Nee and leaned her head on her beloved's chest. She gave Ellis a squeeze, wondering if Nee could feel the diaper through the thin nightgown Shiro was wearing. At least there was a bright side to wearing it, she wouldn't have to fear another accident tonight and embarrass herself even more. Tomorrow she could go back to being a big girl, but for now, Shiro just wanted to curl up in Nee's lap and cry.

"I'll stay with you," Shiro said as Nee went through the passage to a little hidden room where the meeting would take place. Shiro wiggled off of Nee's lap, knowing that she couldn't be seen or heard lest they wanted to tip off the other Queen's about the lie, so the pup sat beside Nee's wheelchair on a pillow on the floor, suckling on her pacifier so as not to make a sound and leaning her head against Nee's leg as she hugged Ellis. It's too bad Shiro didn't have any of the books, she would have loved to read through one of the books about earthen wedding traditions, although her head was too dizzy to distinguish the words on a page.

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|| Rolling Girl || Hatsune Miku ||




Shiro was in pieces, sad little pieces of a girl whose happiness kept getting hurt over and over again. Her whole life felt like a train of sadness and misery, following her every step. Even at birth, Shiro - not that she was named that that early on - was doomed to a sad, parent-less existence. Abandoned at the incinerator to be killed, afflicted with the Sanitary Illness, and no matter what they did, without the parents, they'd never be able to figure out exactly why such a thing even happened. They could theorize, but a solution wouldn't come without any more evidence. And after that she was a lab rat, and then taken in by Narina herself to be a servant, a lady-in-waiting. After that, it was only a steady rise of cruelty and misery. Torture, bullying, torment, pain, punishments, training...

And even now, even if she was free from it, there was no real escape from the train of sadness. Shiro had to watch her loved ones being hurt, over and over again, while she was protected from ever bearing pain herself. It wasn't just Wren. How much had the girl cried when her ice queen was taken as Semyon Malachite's wife and plaything? How much did Shiro suffer, all alone, wishing her lover was safe, that her lover with beside her? And a little more recently, when Nee was made into a dog to crawl on the streets, Shiro needed to be sedated. All of these cruelties, Shiro didn't deserve to see her loved ones like this. And it wasn't even over yet - if she ever found out Kora's state, everything would only get worse.

After Narcia gave Shiro a definition of good girls and bad girls, the girl let out in a low whisper, what she truly truly desired. Shiro's deepest wish, her heartfelt cry. She wanted everyone to be happy. The girl seemed to be trying to work through it, to apply the two definitions to herself and her life to try and figure out what she was. Nee decided to stay quiet and let Shiro puzzle it through with her own strength - that would be more effective than just telling her over and over again without giving proof. This way, Shiro would internalize it and truly believe it without need of external reinforcement. And finally Shiro said it, but she wasn't sure. She said she was a good girl. Narcia didn't say anything, but she gave Shiro a warm smile, a nod of affirmation, and Shiro repeated it, with more confidence and certainty. It was working.

"That's right. You're a good girl. You were always a good girl, and you'll always be a good girl." She took Shiro's hand and tapped the ring with the locket, a symbol of two promises aligning to build a happy future together. A promise of happier days to come, a promise of forever being with one another, a promise to overcome any tragedies that spun their way. "As long as we have these, everything will work out. I believe it." She would do her best to believe it, for Shiro's sake. The pup needed this affirmation, and Narcia knew she was going to have to atone for what she did to the lamb - or perhaps wolf was a more accurate descriptor.

Of course, Nee was very perceptive of her surroundings. So she noticed Corren giving a mild sedative to Shiro, and she quickly pocketed the syringes while Shiro said her farewells to Wren. "I'll be better before you know it!" Wren said in a chipper, optimistic tone, and you could tell the servant truly believed it with all her heart. Nee felt something choke in her throat. She knew, of course, she was going to have to enlist Corren's help if she wanted to wake Kora up - assuming there was enough left in her brain to even wake her up in the first place.

The Red Moon Conference. Narcia felt a little better with Shiro at her side, and it helped her keep her mind on point as she discussed what needed to be said. Una was incompetent, though. It was frustrating. Did the girl not realize how much of a crisis this was? Did she not understand how much of a threat Narina was to the continent's peace? The girl was idiotically underestimating everything, and this foolishness was going to put everything in danger! It was like she had no idea that she was the cornerstone to their entire strategy! And all Una could do was meekly say yes to what everyone else was saying! Riana and Cumin were offering advice, and Una couldn't even try to defend herself, she didn't even have the strength to say that she was doing her best.

Cress was defending Una, of course, it was just like Cress to side with the weak, the downtrodden. It was one of her best qualities. Still, there was a time and place for everything, and this wasn't one of them. "We don't have time to baby a fledgling princess, sister." Nee said, feeling exasperated. "I'm not trying to be mean. I'm being realistic. She needs to understand the gravity of the situation." Still, Nee softened her expression, sighing a little. "Princess Una. Don't misunderstand. I know very well that you shoulder a heavy burden." Even though her voice was cold, the meaning behind it was not. "That's why the four of us are here, so we can help you, and we can bear it together until you're strong enough to do it yourself." Would the Silver Princess understand, or would she shy again in fear again?



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❝Even now, the smiling savior is a façade.❞

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|| Keshin || Asami Imai ||




Una felt wretched. She just wanted to cry. Queen Narcia was a chessmaster, a brilliant and unparalleled strategist. She was calculated and incredibly confident in everything she did. Princess Nui was passionate and strong, even with her recovering body, her fire burned brighter than anyone else's did. Princess Cumin, she watched her family die and became a symbol of Etruria's inner strength, and was resolute ever since. And Queen Riana, older than the others, and just as cunning as Narcia, if not moreso. And Una had nothing like that. She was completely insignificant. The only reason she had the throne was because of her blood. She didn't do anything to deserve the position.

Princess Nui was defending her, telling them not to talk to her like that and the Silver Princess wanted to cry. She should've been able to defend herself, to fight back and prove that she was on the same level as everyone else, but instead, all she could do was rely on Nui to save her and talk on her behalf, flames burning bright and true. Then Narcia spoke in response, saying that it wasn't her intention. She spoke evenly but every word was infused with ice and it made Una shiver. She was afraid, intimidated by all these people who were clearly superior to her.

Queen Narcia said that they were here to help her. With that, Queen Riana nodded, showing her hidden motherly side once again. "I'm sorry if I came on too strong, Una." She said, and seemed like she really did regret how she said what she said. "I was just trying to give you my advice, but I wasn't thinking about how you'd take it. Can you forgive me?" Una shuffled but she nodded meekly, and she knew Nee was annoyed at how timid she was being. Cumin spoke next, face not changing expression, that slight yet silky smile still up in full force. Una didn't know what to make of the Etrurian Princess. She was nice... and apparently she wasn't ever allowed to lie, right?

"I'm new too, Una." Cumin said with a friendly wink. "I've only ruled for a few months, you know. The Tartarians came and killed my parents. If I let fear control me, I wouldn't have been able to order people to take my brother, Kail, and run away. I wouldn't have been able to go into hiding and plan a resistance from inside." Cumin's words were kind but the meaning behind them was clear. "It's hard, but you can't let yourself be controlled by your feelings. You need to be able to think clearly, okay?" Was this Cumin's attempt to reach out, or was she being mean again? Una didn't know. "Nee here is quite new as well. She's nearing the end of her first year."

Una felt even more crushed by this. They were all - other than Riana - new to the throne, and yet they were already so much stronger than she was. Una felt fear just thinking about Narina, she didn't know how to think clearly and rationally, no matter what. The topic left her, though, onto Nui, who was explaining what she had been doing, what she was planning. As Nui spoke, Narcia nodded, as if she was evaluating the plan. "That would help on your end, definitely." Nee said at last, but she still didn't look wholly convinced. "But if we want Narina to believe that lie, wouldn't I be forced to go to war to save you, sis?"

The sisters really were close, weren't they? Una felt a little lonely. She wished she had someone like her brother who would protect her and look after her just like Nee always did for Nui. The twin sisters of Ashia Palace were definitely bound together by intense familial love and trust, and Una wished, she wished she could have had the same with Semyon. He once was a kind and loving brother, but that vanished and became something else entirely, all because he was manipulated by Jezebeth - by Narina Seraphim. "W-war is scary, though! War is bad!" Una exclaimed suddenly, wanting to talk, to say something, so she could feel like she was contributing.

Narcia shook her head. "No, I won't be declaring war. But..." Cumin spoke up then, with a little tilt of the head. She had a plan. "I have an idea. We can go along with Nui's suggestion, and as a reason for Narcia not going to war, Una, you should say that the Ashian's well being will only last as long as war is not declared by anyone." How did they do this, Una wondered. How could these people make plans like this so quickly, how were they able to figure out their next moves like this? The Silver Princess felt lost, she had no idea how to even make a plan to begin with.

Queen Riana was next, then, adding onto the already established plan. "Your people seem to value strength and authority, Una. It's a part of your culture." Una knew this, of course. She knew all about how Tartarians viewed might as right, and always wanted to be strong in order to protect their loved ones and their own interests. It was ingrained into their history and their mentality. Only a coward chooses peace. "So you need to show that your will is stronger than Jezebeth's. Your first step should be to depose of Astor, to show that your faction is stronger than hers. That's how to earn respect." Una nodded, wishing she was brave enough to do something like this. "I-I'll do my best. I won't fail you all." Una then eyed Nui in particular, giving her silent thanks for the help. Narcia then adjourned the Red Moon Conference, and Una returned to her office, leaving the hologram server behind.

It was late now, and she needed to sleep. Thyella was there, dutiful as always, with a wink and a smile. "It's okay. Just do your best, Una." The two were of similar size - both short and tiny - so Thyella would be her body double. She already had the wig that matched Una's long hair. "Thank you for the help." Thyella slept in her bed and pretended to be her at nights while the real Una had to disconnect from the helmet every night to avoid brain damage. It was time to return to the everlasting darkness of a coma. "Good night, Princess." Thyella said, and it was the last thing she heard before the coma claimed her.

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The conference was over, it was growing late and Cress was tired. "Done?" Heron asked and Cress nodded her head. "It's been decided," Cress tried to stand, her legs shaking. Heron hoped off of the bed, sliding an arm around Cress's waist and another over her shoulder, helping Cress limp to the bed. The two lay beside each other, a hand still around Cress's waist. It took a while for Cress to get used to it, but Heron had desensitized the area with tickles so it was fine. "Oh shoot! Your dinner!" Heron jumped up, going to the mini fridge and taking out a bag. "Corren would have killed me if I forgot." Heron connected it to the port in Cress's chest and then clambered back underneath the blanket, the lights closing as they stilled.

"I wonder how Kora is doing," Cress said sleepily. "Probably running herself into the ground training, hopefully Itward did something about her." Cress hadn't heard anything further from them all day, so she assumed that Itward had taken corrective action and applied it to Kora's behavior. Although no doubt Kora had been evading him, hiding from the world to run her body down, down, down. "That idiot doesn't realize you're just trying to protect her." Heron sounded upset, no doubt she still loved her. Cress's hands tightened around the blanket. That's right, she was just a replacement for Kora wasn't she? Heron loved the blonde little wolf after all.

It was fine though, laying like this, with her. Cress had always been a replacement hadn't she? The spare child that had been cast away. Why would Heron do this then, if she was in love with Kora? The lips that ran up the side of her neck, leaving little kisses, they were all for her. Could it be that Cress had, had it wrong? Maybe Heron didn't love Kora after all, but Cress? This fickle thing called hope that kept slipping away, it came right back like the dawn and dusk. "I'm glad you said yes," Heron said, her breath warm on Cress's skin. Cress lips turned up in a smile, yes, this love, as dangerous as it was, was or her. "I am too." Perhaps it was okay, to love this one person. Kora had made up her mind after all, she had made that very clear. Even though it hurt to think about, it was important to remember.

Had Kora lied that day? The day when she had taken Cress's hand and told her she liked her. Was it foolish to believe that she could have both Kora and Heron? They would expect her to make a choice wouldn't they? Choose one and leave the other behind, wait too long and lose both. Cress sighed, feeling the rush of nutrients in her veins. It was energizing and yet, tiring. Her eyes fluttered closed, red eyes shut behind snowy white lids. Heron's arm tightened around her waist, bringing her closer. Cress could feel the heat rolling off of her, the comforting sort that sent shivers up her spine. Red eyes, red moon, faint whispers of breath that faded into dreams. It was the kind of night where sleep took absolute hold and the world could be forgotten for a time.

When dusk turned to dawn and the ninth hour approached, Cress awoke once more, light filtering in through a crack in the shades. From today until Narina was defeated, they were supposed to pretend to be prisoners. What would happen? Cress wondered. She knew they were going to go around to the Tartarian cities, where Cress would plant more flowers. She didn't know what to expect these next few weeks, no doubt things were going to be very hectic. Heron got up when the pump began to beep. It had been in a slow feed over the course of the entire night, just like Corren had told her to do it. "Morning," Cress smiled, feeling drained after the long walk from the day before. "Morning," Heron leaned over and stole a kiss from Cress's lips. Cress tried to stay still as Heron disconnected her port from the IV pump.

As it turned out, Cress would get to find out just now. "Morning prisoners," Thyella said, sticking her tongue out at them. Cress propped herself up on her elbow, wondering what Una's vassal was doing here so early in the morning. "The speech will be in two hours, in the meantime, I'm supposed to make you look as beat up as possible." Cress stiffened, what did she mean by that? After a breakfast of soup that Heron made Cress down, it began. Makeup, lots of it. It turned out that Thyella was quite good with FX makeup, although God knows why or how. Makeup on her wrists, rope burns, fake bruises along patches of exposed skin through a pretorn dress. It looked quite realistic, aside from the smile that Cress couldn't hide.

"This is actually pretty cool, you're good at this." Thyella laughed, it was Heron's turn next. There was a sick looking scratch going down the length of Heron's face, overtaking one of the knight's eyes. Cress had a sick thought then, that she wanted Kora to see this without knowing it was fake, that Kora would think she was hurt and come try and save her. Then Kora would believe that she was better than Heron, then maybe the girl would stop doubting herself. It was strange wasn't it? How she had been rejected and yet, she still valued Kora so much. "This is just for decoration, it doesn't actually work," Thyella placed a collar around Cress's neck, attached to a leash. Her hands were tied behind her back, loosely bound so as not to actually hurt the princess.

"Wait!" Cress said before Thyella could put a gag over her mouth. "Can I have one more sip of soup?" Heron came over, putting the spoon in her mouth for Cress to eat. "Thanks," Heron winked and Cress blushed. Thyella put the gag over Cress's mouth then, silencing her. It was time to go, with Heron complaining loudly that she wanted a female knight to tug her around on a leash. Cress would have rolled her eyes had she not had to focus on walking if she didn't want to collapse midway. The abuse was gonna get worse on stage, it was all fake, but Cress knew she had to go along with it, this was for the future peace, the betterment of their world.


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Shiro was falling asleep by the foot of the wheelchair. Her head was leaning against Aria's, her tummy growling since she hadn't eaten dinner. Shiro whimpered, placing a hand on her stomach to silence it. In the end, neither girl ended up going to the knight's benefit. No doubt the people would think that Narcia was just too grief stricken to attend without Shiro. As long as Itward went on their behalf, it should be fine. The people wouldn't get too suspicious. Or maybe once this meeting was over, Nee could go for the last hour of the party? That would be the smartest option, attend late and stay until the end, that way it almost seems as if she was there the entire time. Shiro nodded her head at her plan, remembering to stay out of sight of the camera.

What were they going to do now? All of that hiding, there was no point in it. Shiro felt tired of pretending to be in a coma, to have to wear the heavy invisibility cloak and unable to talk to her friends or look for her family. That was why she had entrusted the task to Kora, because as long as Shiro couldn't walk around freely she couldn't invite them to the wedding, or find out why they had left her there that day. Shiro just had to be patient for a little longer, maybe they could act as though she had awoken from the coma so as not to confuse the people and she would be wheelchair bound and covered in bandages in public? It would give Shiro an excuse to not do much either, since there wasn't much for her to do anyways.

"You should... go to... the party." Shiro nodded off, falling asleep right there on the floor. She felt a bit like Cinderella in that moment, sleeping on the floor beside the dying embers to stay warm. Except Shiro was sleeping next to Nee's wheelchair and the temperature was actually quite nice. "Night... night." Shiro murmured, falling asleep with her pacifier in her mouth and not having eaten any dinner. She also forgot about the no talking rule, but Shiro wasn't exactly thinking straight. Even if the sedative was mild, it was still there and she had no idea why she felt so dizzy and tired. Shiro wasn't hungry either, which was strange since the pup had finally been having an appetite and had gained a few pounds so she was no longer drastically underweight, just mildly so.

Like magic the pup woke up in bed the next morning, rubbing her eyes to see that she was there with Aria. It was nice in bed beside the one she loved, warm like the sun on a cold day. Except, they didn't have cold days. Shiro had only gotten to experience the cold thanks to Coriandrum. It had been fun, the difference in temperature, the white powder called snow. That had been Shiro's first time seeing it and she would love to go back one day, when her time wasn't filled with political hassle and what not. They were in the middle of a war too, well, almost. Shiro wasn't sure how last night's meeting had concluded, but she woke up hoping that Nee had gotten the answers she wanted.

There were several things on the table. Shiro crawled towards the edge of the bed, sliding and tumbling down to the floor. The pu groaned, her pacifier falling out of her mouth. She untangled herself from the blankets, going to see what they were. Apparently, the fancy gift boxes were for her and Nee. They were congratulations gifts, on Shiro's 'waking up and Nee's recovery' from the other Queens. Fancy dresses in traditional Etrurian and Coriandrum style, little gifts of cakes and exotic fruit and a pair of glass slippers. Shiro stared down at them, she put one foot in, finding that it was surprisingly comfortable. They were low heels, a pair for her and a matching pair for Nee. Shiro tried not to make too much noise, delighting as she looked in the mirror. Nee was still asleep, Shiro thought, tired from a hard night of work no doubt.

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After the Red Moon meeting, Narcia felt exhausted. Too much had happened in one day, and she knew the work wasn't going to end just like this. There was much more to do, they still had so many things to work on and consider before Narina was dealt with. Waste too much time, and you just end up losing in the end, especially if your enemy was as powerful and influential as Narina was. They had a plan for moving forward, and hopefully that'd be enough to lead them to victory. Nee knew, though, she knew it wasn't going to be that easy. So she went to sleep fitfully, feeling unsure about the future, unsure about her own actions, unsure about far too many things.

Nee woke up feeling horrible and sick. Her dreams - she couldn't remember much of them - but she knew they were horrible, and they centered on her guilt. What she did to Kora, the unforgivable crime of killing her, Shiro and Cress's precious friend. Now she was just a vegetable floating in the sky, unable to do anything. Nee tried not to feel sick, tried to focus on what was happening in front of her. Shiro was twirling in front of the mirror, wearing some sort of foreign-looking dress. "Good morning." Nee said. She could move a little bit more than yesterday but she still didn't feel all that great. She'd still need the wheelchair, unfortunately. It still hurt as well.

It was awful, wasn't it? It was terrible. And yet, even with how bad of a person she was, Narcia still needed comfort. "Shiro, I.... can you overwrite? Can you make it better? Please?" She shivered, letting the ice down, only for this one person. Shiro was the only one who could see her like this, weak and vulnerable. "I'm sorry for being so weak. Once it's... once we're done... I'll be stronger. I can put the ice on once you overwrite these memories." So Narcia shut her eyes and allowed Shiro to take her to heaven, trying to do her best to give equal heaven in return.

Once it was all done, Narcia felt embarrassed yet happy at the same time. She still wasn't allowed to get the sutures wet, and she didn't have the strength to stand on her own, so she needed Shiro's help again. Nee got the sponge ready and handed it to Shiro, blushing furiously. "...I'm sorry for making you help me so much." She said quietly, shaking her head. "You don't have to, you know?" She really loved Shiro, so much that it hurt thinking about her pain. "Let's look for your parents today." Would that make up for her crime?



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|| Keshin || Asami Imai ||




For the millionth time, Una read her written speech, feeling sick and nervous. How could she do this? How could she play the role of someone so evil like this? She was nervous, it was awful, she didn't want to say such mean things. Even if Thyella promised that it was just make up, that it wasn't real, it looked real and thinking about people in pain like that made her want to cry. The Silver Princess wasn't ready for this at all. She was a gentle hearted girl, she wasn't suited for anything like this.

"The more you read it, maybe it'll change." Orthrus said with his usual cocky smile, a sardonic drawl to his tongue. "Maybe it'll magically become a speech about hope and peace." Una shivered. If only life worked like that, if only she could give a speech about forgiveness and acceptance. But she knew, of course. Everyone said it. Tartaria wouldn't respect her unless she gave them what they wanted. A strong, powerful, confident leader. She needed to play the role, no matter how much it hurt her. Just reading the words made her shake and quiver.

And finally there she was, Thyella and Orthrus on either side, her two most trusted servants, and her two closest friends. She was at a podium in the central square of Gehenna, in front of a large crowd of people. Una stood strong and tall, trying to act like a strong leader, wishing she really was that brave and powerful. She couldn't even look apologetically at Nui and Heron at all. "This is your princess speaking!" Una declared loudly - her voice only coming in loud because of the volume setting on the holo disc. "I have captured Ashians! Princess Nui and Knight Heron Cherubim!"

She made a devilish grin, one of triumph and sadism. "They will pay for their crimes against our people! For their roles in my father and brother's deaths! Beginning with them, Tartaria will have it's revenge!" Una wanted to cry, but she knew she didn't have a choice. She needed to forge on, she needed to show that she was here, and she would rule. "They'll learn that no one escapes Tartaria's justice! They'll show us their secrets, and bring life back to our desert! Tartaria will be strong! Tartaria will destroy all of her enemies!" She raised her fist in the air, just like her brother used to when he was making a speech, and Thyella and Orthrus did so as well, three fists rising in unity.

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|| Still Into you || Paramore ||




Cress stumbled a few times as Thyella pulled her on a leash. Her legs were protesting and Cress was doing her best to not let them give. Heron followed along behind, being escorted by two of the surliest knights Cress had ever seen. No doubt Heron could take them with one hand behind her back, but for the sake of the show, Heron wasn't resisting. She was keeping a watchful eye on Cress, no doubt pained that he couldn't help her every time she stumbled. It was terrible obvious that Cress wasn't completely healed yet, but hopefully, for the sake of what they were doing, it would legitimize Una's rule. Like this, no one would oppose her if they believed she really had orchestrated the attack and capture of Cress and Heron.

Cress winced at the sudden light at the end of the tunnel. They were coming out of the underground cave, up to a dusty amphitheater where thousands had gathered to hear the first announcement of their new Queen. When Cress stepped onto the stage, there was jeering and booing, people were throwing stuff at them, rocks, piles of hard desert dust that had compiled into stones and exploded into sand upon impact. Cress coughed, her knees weakening; when she fell they burst into cheers and Cress coughed, red dust invading her lungs. "Stop that, your new ruler is coming!" Thyella hissed and Cress looked up at her gratefully.

As Una spoke, Cress glared at the crowd. These were the people that called for continued violence, the ones who wouldn't let her live in peace with her garden. Her fire burned, brighter than ever as Una spoke to her audience. Yes, Cress would show them the secrets to reviving the desert, to making the land fertile enough to grow plants so that they would finally believe that Ashia Palace had no bad intentions. Or maybe they would think that they had one it on their own, by forcing Cress to work. At least she would get to spend her time as a fake prisoner doing what she loved, Cress hated being cooped up indoors.

Once Una had finished talking, there was a moment of silence and then, a roar. They were clapping, stamping their feet, shouting their approval at their princess. No doubt it would make Una feel good, maybe it would finally give the girl the push of confidence she needed to get up on her feet. Cress was yanked by the leash, making her fall over as she tried to stand back up. "Dogs have to crawl!" Thyella said loudly, a cruel grin on her lips. However, there was only sadness in her eyes. Heron made a show of trying to resist, but her attempts to 'escape' were quickly defeated. The binds on Cress's wrists were cut, only to allow her to crawl across the stage. They cheered as she went, tripping on the torn dress, crawling until they were out of sight and back in the tunnel.

Cress panted, grateful that she was allowed to crawl instead of walk, crawling was easier. "Cress!" Heron cried, they were safe from sight in the tunnel. Heron knelt down by her side, but Cress was smiling. "She did it." Cress grinned, "Did you see? She moved them. That's what a leader can do." Apparently there was a tradition in Tartaria when they caught a prisoner. Cress and Heron were put on a platform inside of a cage, too tall for anyone to reach, but just high enough that anyone could still see them from any point in the city. Cress was made to crawl there through the city when they exited the tunnel. She didn't mind that much, it was easier than walking. Heron kept getting prodded in the back, people tore at her knight's uniform, they jeered and prodded. Cress had a circle of knights around her, almost seeming as though they were there to protect her.

An hour passed in the cage, then someone came to get them. They were whisked away in a pod back to the palace. "I wonder how the others are doing." Cress said aloud. They had to get ready to go plant some more flowers. Finnley was there to meet them, wearing the uniform of a Tartarian knight. "Una's waiting for you guys." Thyella said, handing Cress a warm towel to wipe the make up off. "Let's go see her then." Heron lifted Cress up in a bridal carry then. "Heron! I can walk!" Cress protested and tried to get down. Heron shook her head, "No, you need to save your energy for later. There's a lot of gardening that needs to get done." So with a sigh, Cress let Heron carry her to Una's office.


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❝Yes Mistress.❞


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|| I'm on Top of the World|| Imagine Dragons ||




Shiro took off her nightgown and hung it up, then she disposed of the diaper, putting it down the incinerator and watching it burn. No, Shiro didn't need those, she was a big girl. She went back to the boxes, trying on one of the dresses. It was pretty and exotic, with long sleeves and a short bottom with a large, colorful belt around the middle. Shiro loved it and she wore the glass shoes, pretending she was some foreign dignitary and giggling quietly so as not to wake Nee up. "In my own little corner, in my own little chair, I can be whoever I want to be." Shiro sang to herself, closing her eyes and doing a twirl. When she opened them, she took off the dress and tried on the other one. This one was from Etruria, it was colorful, two pieces with a wrap that had little golden bells on the end. Shiro rather liked it, it sang when she danced and when Shiro did a twirl in the mirror again, she found that Nee was awake.

"Oh! You're awake!" Shiro said cheerfully. "How are you feeling today? Do you want any pain medicine? Corren left a whole bottle of it." Shiro went to Nee's side, the little bells on the outfit ringing as she bounced over to her lover's side. Being next to Nee always made Shiro feel warm, just standing by her side, it was like the sun beating down on them from the sky. It was a good kind though, like the warmth on a cold winter day, or maybe cold refreshing lemonade on a day that was burning hot.

Nee wanted her to make it better, Shiro took Nee's hands, nodding her head. "I'll do it, tell me what you need and I'll get it for you, anything." As it turned out, Nee wanted Shiro to override the painful memories. Shiro blushed and nodded her head. "Okay, I will," she smiled. "You don't have to be ice all the time, I like it when you're warm." Shiro wiggled out of the fancy new dress and put it aside. The pup crawled into bed with Nee, the two bodies throbbing against one another, the pup doing her best to please her intended. When the two were satisfied, the pup was panting. She lay with her head against Nee's chest, her body still shaking with delightful tremors.

Nee needed Shiro to bathe her. Shiro didn't mind of course, she helped Nee onto a stool in the bathroom and began washing her gently with the warm water, being careful to go over the stitches. "They look almost healed," Shiro said with a small smile. She started with Nee's back, scrubbing carefully. There were more love marks on Shiro's body, not that she minded, but there was one particular one shaped like a heart over her actual heart. "I don't mind, this is part of what love is. We help each other when we're weak. You helped me a bunch of times when I was sick." Shiro pointed out. When Nee said that they could go find her parents today, Shiro's face slowly lit up in a smile. "I'd like to do that."

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|| Rolling Girl || Hatsune Miku ||




Narcia didn't really mind pain. Sure, she wasn't as acquaintanced with it as some others were - Cress and Shiro came to mind for how much physical suffering they endured - but Nee herself could handle this much. She didn't need pain medication, it wasn't necessary. She could still function to the best of her mental ability with the sutures in place. "I'm okay, it hardly hurts at all." She said, and maybe in the corner of her mind, the ice queen figured she didn't deserve relief from pain anyways, not after what she did to Kora. "But thank you for worrying." Did she really deserve Shiro's concern, though?

After a mutual session of heaven, the two girls lay together weakly on the bed, recuperating from the heights that their bodies had reached. Their bodies fit perfectly with each other, their shapes and sizes and curves all were perfect, fitting flawlessly, like filling a puzzle. It was just right, it was just the way it was supposed to be, and the anxious tremors left Nee's heart, at least for the time being. Nee felt like she was glowing, and with how much Shiro loved her, the pup was glowing as well. Shiro was and always will be the only one for her. "I'll try to be... warmer for you." Narcia said in a quiet whisper.

It was going to be hard. Ice was her default state, so not having ice felt strange and weird, as if she were walking around without clothes. She was vulnerable, exposed for all to see, but she knew she needed to trust Shiro with this, with her soft side. The girl deserved it, after all. Shiro was giving her a sponge bath now, as per the request, and Narcia wiggled a little. She was never going to get used to this, was she? "We're a team, after all." Nee said, talking to distract her from how strange it felt to be sponge bathed. "It's normal to help one another then."

Once that was done, Narcia wriggled herself into a dress, feeling a little worn out already. It was time to look for Shiro's parents, so Nee was helped back to her chair. "We'll find them. Nani too. Everyone you'd want will be at the wedding, Shi." Honestly, Nee wanted answers. She wanted to find out why Shiro was abandoned like this. Maybe in the end, she would never get a satisfying answer, but any answer was better than none. "Let's head to the control room." There, she would input the code for Shiro's DNA and run maternal and paternal scans to figure out the puzzle. Once there, Narcia began the scan, watching the faces blur past, until finally, two faces appeared, claiming to be the match.

"There they are, Shiro."



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|| Keshin || Asami Imai ||




Una felt completely overwhelmed when everyone started clapping and cheering for her, she had moved Tartaria one step closer, the people were bending to her will. Still, even with this, even though she had done her job, it didn't change a thing in her heart. Una didn't want to say these things and it made her feel like she was betraying her ideals. Princess Nui and Heron were made to crawl, they were put in the cage and Una just wanted to cry because she wasn't sure what else to do. Orthrus noticed and had Una brought back to her office where she didn't have to put up a queenly mask.

"I feel awful." Una said softly. She didn't want to watch them crawl, she didn't want to watch them locked up in cages and hated and jeered and humiliated. Una didn't like any of this and it made her feel horrible. "They're my friends... they came to help... why do they have to do this...?" Orthrus just sighed, looking disappointed it and Una was sad. She wanted Thyella's gentle kindness, she didn't want Orthrus's mean sarcastic biting words. "Then just run away." The butler said as he stirred cactus tea in the cup. "Sure, it'll mean Jezebeth can start a war, but at least you won't have to feel guilty! Sacrifice the world for your conscience! The perfect solution, isn't it?"

The Silver Princess shook her head dejectedly. No, that wasn't an option. She couldn't do that. Orhtrus smirked then, and Una wanted to cry more. "Then you have no choice but to sell your soul and become a cruel Princess, isn't that right?" Una knew it, of course. She knew this was her destiny, she knew all along. So then, why? Why was it like this, why did it hurt to say so many cruel bad things about the Ashians? Thyella then arrived, with the Ashians, bringing it Nui and Heron and Finnley to her office, gently shutting and locking the door.

Una hung her head, knowing there was nothing she could say to make it better. "I'm sorry." She whimpered, knowing she was a pathetic failure. "I'm... I don't. I never understood Tartarians, ever." Even though she was Tartarian born and raised, it couldn't be denied. Una was different from them, she was always different. "I don't understand revenge. I mean... I was sad, after my dad died, my brother died. I was sad. I get it. But I never wanted revenge. I was just sad." She curled herself into a ball of guilt and shame. "Just because I was sad, I didn't want to hurt the people behind their deaths. That's not how to have peace." She shook her head again, staring at the ground. "I don't... understand... why they want revenge at all...."

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It was much easier to be carried than to walk. Heron carried Cress into Una's office and the door was locked behind them. The first thing Una did was apologize, which was exactly what Cress had expected from her. Heron placed Cress down on a seat and Cress looked at the cup of fragrant smelling tea placed before her. "Don't apologize, this was my idea. Be glad that you've earned your people's trust." Cress took a sip of tea, wondering if she would be able to stomach it. Heron looked surprised that Cress had done it and she winced as she swallowed, her stomach not enjoying it at all. It was much too flavorful for her current palette, hopefully in the future Cress would be able to enjoy tea and snacks again.

"They say people can change, but is that really true?" Cress looked out the window. "Your father, Semyon, they both claimed that they wanted to change the world." Cress shook her head a bit sadly and turned back to Una. If they decided they wanted to fly, would they grow wings? I don't think so. You don't change yourself, you change how you do things. You have to make your own way, you have to create a way to fly, even while you stay the same." Cress looked down at the loose leaves at the bottom of her cup, she picked it up, tried taking another sip and winced once more.

"It's normal to be sad, I lost my father too." She had lost her father, her brothers, her mother, and everything she had built for herself on earth. It was all gone, like the sunrise and sunset, things changed, but people didn't. "You take what they've taught you and build a better world." Cress knew that they were running out of time, she had to get to work soon if she wanted to plant enough plants to make the quota she had set for herself. "Human nature is fickle, all we can do is try to be the best version of ourselves. Semyon started that way, but he lost light of everything he stood for when he became King. Jezebeth corrupted him and she's going to try and corrupt you too."

Heron tapped her watch then and Cress nodded her head. "I'll be back by dinner, unless Heron picks up the signal from the chip you planted on Astor." Then they would follow it to the coordinates and began collaborating to make a plan to take her down. Unless Jezebeth came to them first, they had a plan to take her down on the inside too. Cress looked at the little pill in her hand, the one Narcia had given her in case of a worst case scenario. Cress let it roll to the ground and ground it underneath her foot. No, she wouldn't be using that anytime soon. Cress wasn't a coward, she wasn't going to kill herself over a plan gone sour. They would win, they would show the world that peace could be achieved.

"Today we're planting red chrysanthemums along here." Cress showed them the plans she had come up with on old fashioned paper and pencil. The feel of it in her hands was soothing; back at home, Cress had always had an aversion to technology and the complex tablets and holos that they used in Ashia were a bit nerve wracking to someone like her, who was technologically illiterate. One of the knights raised his shield to block a rock going straight for Cress's head. She and Heron were wearing fake collars to keep up with the act, they were supposed to be prisoners after all. "Please don't disturb the captives while they work." The knight said in a gruff, loud voice that made Cress flinch and step back. Heron touched her elbow and Cress jumped. "You were saying?" Heron asked, concern in her eyes.

Cress breathed to relax herself. "We're going to plant them in color order of the Tartarian flag, I thought they might like that." She showed Heron the schematics of the dragon she had drawn out in flowers. "Hey, you're a pretty good artist." Heron said with a grin and Cress blushed, shaking her head. "No, I'm terrible, I can't draw for my life." Cress insisted and shook her head, kneeling down in order to begin planting. Why did Heron always say such weird things? Cress wondered as she pulled on her gloves and got to work.


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|| I'm on Top of the World|| Imagine Dragons ||




Nee said that she was okay, that it didn't hurt at all and Shiro was relieved. "Okay, if you need any though, it's in the wheelchair bag." Along with the sedation drug Shiro had no idea about, the one that Corren had given to Nee to use on Shiro so that she didn't try to do anything rash while Narina was still alive. "You already are warm to me." Shiro said and nuzzled her cheek against Nee. She scrubbed Nee's back and went all around the stitches, making sure to get all of the spots that were sometimes forgotten about like the back of the neck and between the toes. "There! Squeaky clean!" Shiro said once it was done. The pup was covered in soap bubbles and washed herself off as well before wrapping both her and her lover in towels and doing her best to help Nee into the wheelchair and into clothes.

They were a team weren't they? Just the two of them, partners in crime, well, not really. Shiro didn't think she had ever broken a law, she had always been obedient. They were teammates! Yeah, that's exactly what they were and once shiro was satisfied with that decision, she dressed herself and went to sit beside Nee at the breakfast table. Shiro took a sip of her tea, noting that it was extra sweet. "It's good, I don't even need to put sugar in it." Shiro smiled, putting Ellis on the table beside her as she munched into a mini breakfast sandwich. There was sticky red sauce around her chin and she licked it, making sure it didn't get on the pretty dress. It was the dress sent from Coriandrum and Shiro really liked it, what with the large bell sleeves that she could hide her hands and Ellis inside of and the colorful belt with a bow in the back.

It was finally time and Shiro was nervous. Whenever she breathed in or out, her heart fluttered anxiously. Shiro picked up Ellis, wheeling Nee to where they would use the identification system. "I'm finally gonna see them." Shiro said, her hands gripping Ellis anxiously as Nee typed in the information. Nee typed in the information and Shiro held her breath, watching as faces flickered through the database. Her heart thumped in her chest, feeling as though it were going a thousand miles a minute until finally, it stopped. Two faces came into focus, the pixels straightening out to reveal two people, both with the same word beneath them.

DECEASED.

Underneath it was the information. She should have felt happy, the mystery was finally solved, they finally knew who Shiro's parents were but alas, it was all in vein. "They're dead." So Shiro would never know why her parents abandoned her then, it would always remain a mystery. There were more things, security footage of them, they had died recently, during the fire that had consumed the Rubble Tier and left both the Sanitary Tier and the Rubble Tier in ruin. Shiro looked up at the images, no doubt they hadn't been given a proper funeral, no one would have looked for or cared that they were dead. It was clear that Shiro took traits from both of them. She had her mother's delicate features, but her father's startling blue eyes. Her mother's soft wavy hair and button nose and her father's thin features. It didn't matter though, they were dead and what's dead was gone. There was no coming back from that.

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|| Rolling Girl || Hatsune Miku ||




Shiro was always taking care of her to the best of her ability, wasn't she? The pain medicine was in the bag at the side of the wheelchair and the ice queen felt reassured, and also another stabbing of guilt deep in her chest. She felt inadequate - funnily enough - compared to Shiro's gentle love, her kindness. All Nee could ever really do was take things from her, right? Taking Kora from her, what next? What would she take next? "I should be warmer. I need to be better to you." Nee murmured, wishing she really could. But it was impossible. She wouldn't be able to admit her crime. Finally the sponge bath was done, and it was time to get to work.

When they arrived at the control room, the first thing Narcia did was input the data corresponding to Shiro's DNA. The ID Chips were always good at transmitting DNA back into the main database, so she'd be able to figure out the parents through couple matching and DNA matches. There were lots of faces scrolling by, and finally they fixated on one pair, a man and woman. Nee felt something in her chest. "It's your parents." Nee whispered in a low voice. "I wonder if they'll lik-" No. Oh no. She did it again, didn't she? Maybe it was better not to open the cat box in the first place, maybe it was better not to try and figure out the truth.

Sometimes, the truth was more painful than a hope. Dead. They were dead, they died in the fire that engulfed the Sanitary and Rubble Tiers. Dead. They were dead, for stupid political reasons, for reasons beyond any civilians. Shiro's words were simple, confirming what was said on the screen. Nee exited from the program and held Shiro close to her, worried for her intended, wanting her to be okay. "I'm sorry." She said, meaning it, feeling it in every pore. "Because of my bloodline's history with Tartarians - the fire - it's all our fault. Untouchables making the lives of everyone else into playthings."

It was true, wasn't it? Untouchables seemed to do this often. They make others suffer for their personal fights and squabbles and inner-tier drama. They always used proxies to fight their wars, sending the unrelated people to die for a cause they might never know or understand or believe in. The crimes of the nobles were always paid for by those lower than them. The guilt wouldn't stop rising. Nee than typed something else, bringing back the search program, and inside, every part of her soul was begging for it not to have the same result. Finally, she brought up Nani's face and showed the result to Shiro, hoping beyond hope that this would turn out better.



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|| Keshin || Asami Imai ||




The Silver Princess wished that the world could be different, that there wasn't always such sadness and misery mired into everything. She wished she never had to be a Princess, she wished her brother never fell for Jezebeth's foul temptations. She wished that her father never had a blood feud with Queen Narina, and that the two nations could live peacefully, as friends. She wished she never had the sanitary illness, that she could've supported her family and kept them on the right path. Una wished for many things, and none of them could ever come true.

Princess Nui was talking to her, telling her not to apologize, telling her to be happy that she now had Tartaria's support. Una shivered, trying to control her overflowing rogue emotions. "I feel dirty. I don't want this kind of support." But she couldn't change the hearts of those she ruled over. She couldn't clean out the violence and pride and replace it with something better, something gentler. That wasn't within her abilities as a princess. Princess Nui seemed to be saying similar things - you can't change yourself, you can't change the world. But you can change how you do things, and that was what mattered most.

How she did things? Una had to think about this, she didn't want to be a disappointment anymore. Una knew peace was the correct way for the future, and she knew at her current level of skill and confidence, she wouldn't be able to enforce such a goal. "You're so smart, Princess Nui..." Una tried to make a brave smile, but she wasn't sure if it really looked brave at all. "I... have to... do my best. For my f- no. I - the dead are gone. I'll... I'll be Tartaria's best Queen, and I'll do it for the living." Maybe if she said it aloud enough, she could one day believe it. Hopefully she'd be able to resist Jezebeth's poison, and fulfill the world she and Semyon always dreamed of.

"Okay. Thank you for everything, Princess Nui." Una said sagely, feeling a little better, a little warmer for the talk. Once Nui left to work on her gardening, Una felt the cold coming back, creeping up her spine. And just like on schedule, her holo rang. It was Princess Cumin of Etruria, calling to discuss the relief workers and the rumors of her spies at work. "Hello there, Una! I'm sorry about yesterday. I just felt like I had to be formal. I didn't mean to frighten or scare you at all." Una nodded, trying to show that she was already over it. "It's okay. We should discuss it, shouldn't we?"

So Cumin brought up a list of each of her spies, and which ones were where, and what they were doing. "There isn't as much resistance to help as before." Cumin said brightly, grinning like a cat would, lips curled up playfully. "The citizens are accepting the food and clothes and healthcare! They're starting to trust Etrurians more now." The Silver Princess almost felt like crying. This felt way too good to be true. "That's great, right? That my people aren't antagonizing your relief efforts?" Cumin nodded and winked, looking pleased so far. "It will be difficult, but eventually, we'll create peace. So don't ever feel like you're alone, Una. We're all here to help." Una wanted to cry again. Nui, Cumin -they were all going to help, weren't they? They were all one big team to maintain peace in the world.

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|| Still Into you || Paramore ||




A pebble skittered beside her. Cress thought nothing of it, she wiped the sweat off of her forehead, about to get back to work when another pebble skittered beside her, stopping. Cress turned to look, her gloves covered in soil. There was a kid there, a boy. He was holding another pebble, looking like he just might cry. The knights hadn't noticed him, either that, or they didn't care about such a young child. The latter was more likely. "Get back to work," of course they had noticed her, taking a break to look up at the fake sky painted on top of the cave using holographic projections. Cress knelt down for a moment or two, then, a pebble. She turned and the child seized up. Cress looked around, seeing that Heron was busy at work and Finnley was pretending to guard, keeping watch for any sign of Astor or Jezebeth.

Cress crawled on all fours, knowing that walking would attract too much attention. "Hey there," Cress smiled, whispering. "S-stay away f-from me!" The kid yelled, taking a step back. He threw another pebble, but it bounced harmlessly off of her nose. Cress held out the pebbles he had thrown before, "looking for these?" Cress turned the stones over, examining them in the light. "This one is igneous rock. Know what that means?" She asked with a smile, having no idea what she was saying. Cress wasn't a rock expert, she was a botanist. In any case the kid shook his head, looking like he might cry at any second. "I hate you, it's your fault Mom never came home. She went to fight and now Dad is always angry."

"It means that the rock came from a volcano." Cress took his hand gently, placing the pebble in it. "Volcano rocks are rare you know? It's not every day you come across them." His eyes widened. "Show them to your dad, maybe he won't be so angry when you tell him you found something special." He looked down at the pebbles, then back up at her. "Liar, these are just stupid rocks, they won't bring Mom home." Cress shook her head, sitting back on her knees. "They may not look like much, but it's what's on the inside that counts. These rocks, they harden over thousands of years, they start out as shards, you see? Hard fragments, but over the years they get soft and rounded. This is called erosion." She found a few rocks to show him some examples.

"Your dad is a bunch of little shards right now, he's sad because your Mom is gone, he's hurting too, but eventually, with enough time and erosion, the pain will fade." He picked up the pebbles he had dropped. "It's not the volcano that makes them special." The boy stopped, wondering why a volcano wasn't special. "It's what they've survived that makes them really cool." She ruffled his hair and the boy laughed, attracting the attention of Finnley. He stomped over, pretending to be mean. "Get back to work Ashian scum!" Cress could see him fighting back a smile. "Hey! Don't talk to ladies like that!" The boy kicked Finnley in the shin, then scooped up his pebbles and ran away.

Cress laughed as Finnley hopped around on one foot, cursing out the child who was no doubt running back home to show his dad some fake lava rocks. Another knight came over then, growling. "Knight Fin, you're supposed to be keeping the Princess in the circle, not getting kicked by children." Finnley nodded his head, "Sir yes sir." He said, getting back into formation. The knight grabbed Cress by the collar of her shirt, dragging her back over to the garden where she was in the middle of planting the garden. "What did you tell my son?" Cress looked up at him, then went back to work, a small smile on her face. "How cool rocks are."


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|| I'm on Top of the World|| Imagine Dragons ||




Shiro was shaking, she didn't even realize that she was, but her hands trembled as she fell to the floor, hugging Ellis against her. Nee took her into her lap, hugging Shiro close, whispering that it was her fault, that their bloodstained history with Tartaria had caused this. Shiro shook her head, it wasn't Nee's fault, Narcia was perfect and amazing, she was all Shiro had. "It's okay," Shiro said, although it certainly didn't feel okay. No doubt the pup was putting up a show for Nee's sake, so that Narcia didn't have any stress. "They're dead and I never got to meet them, so it's not like things are going to be different." Shiro shook her head, trying to smile, but it was far too sad and broken. "I guess I'll never know, but it's better this way. Now I can pretend that they loved me."

Now Shiro could pretend that her parents hadn't willingly given her up, that they had done so in hopes of giving her a better life, knowing that her life span was already shortened. If Shiro didn't know the answer, but could now put a name to the faces, she could make up a bunch of stories in her head with them, she could pretend that she knew them, now that they were no longer blanks in her mind. There was no time to dwell on it, there were things Shiro had to do, there was a wedding to plan, hours to busy her mind with. No, Shiro wouldn't have to think of her parents, not when there were other, better things to think about. "I have you though and you really love me," Shiro smiled up at Nee. "That's enough, isn't it?"

They were searching for Nani now and Shiro hoped and prayed, waiting breathlessly to see where Nani could possibly be. "A house in the Tower Tier," Shiro smiled, "She's still alive." Shiro squeezed Nee's hands happily, her smile genuine. "Nani is still alive!" As it turned out, Nani was teaching at the Tower School in economics, she had gotten married and had two sons. All of that information scrolled up beside Nani's face. "I'm so happy, she was like a mother to me and all of the other child Narina were training." She looked as young as ever, with lively hair dyed silver and sparkling amber eyes, warm like honey.

"It'd be rude to just show up," Shiro wriggled. "Or maybe a nice surprise? Nani always liked it when one of us did well." Maybe she would enjoy seeing how Shiro turned out? "I should get her a present, she was always sneaking candies to give to us. Maybe I should get her candy? Or something for her sons?" Shiro wasn't sure, there were clearly so many thoughts floating around in the poor pup's mind that she could hardly keep up with them.

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|| Rolling Girl || Hatsune Miku ||




It was painful, it was awful, Nee didn't want to see Shiro shaking like this, she didn't want to see her lover with this expression of pain and sadness on her face. Yet even when Nee blamed herself Shiro shook her head, she refused to blame her, she refused to see Nee for her faults, and said that it was okay. Then Shiro spoke, and it was incredibly logical - and maybe it was a little silly, but that sudden burst of logic surprised Narcia a little. "That's right. Since they're dead, any reason you can think of might be true. There's no way to know, so there's no wrong answer. Anything could be true, so you can believe whatever makes you happy." No answer was more valid than another, if there was no way to unveil the truth of the cat box.

It was true, though, what Shiro said. It wasn't as if anything was going to change, just because of this. And in the end, as long as they had each other, they could overcome anything. "We'll always love each other." She said with a tiny smile, a sincere smile. "Promise." Nani's information went up then, and it was relief that she was alive, that she was doing well. Nee, honestly, didn't remember much of the woman, but she knew she meant a lot to Shiro. She was akin to a mother to her - the only real motherly figure, you could say, Shiro ever had. Nani would count as both parents, then, wouldn't she? That would have to be good enough.

"We have a mission, Shiro!" Narcia declared, trying to force her guilt of Kora's fate out of her head. She already had the speech prepared, everything was in order. "A mission to find a present for Nani! And, of course, we'll visit her as well. Now that you no longer have to worry about being seen, there's nothing to worry about." Of course, Nee had her electric knife in hand, that could be put in gun mode for an emergency. Even with her body like this, Nee could still shoot a gun. She wouldn't let Shiro or herself get hurt again, absolutely not. Nee would remain on the alert, just in case.

So with a knight driving them, they went to the toy shop, since nothing was more 'Shiro' than buying a new friend for her old friend. "Nani might want an Ellis, right?" Narcia pointed out kindly, pointing at the wide array of options. "You know her best, so you should pick one out for her, maybe?" Of course, if Nani wasn't the type to want an Ellis, it was fine as well, they could simply go somewhere else. Nee kept her hands tense on her electric knife, though. Never know where Narina could be hiding.



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|| Keshin || Asami Imai ||




Tartaria was going to be difficult to pacify, but even so, it seemed Etruria was starting to work it's magic. Princess Cumin, the princess that could never tell a lie, was on the other side of the holo, being optimistic and bright and Una was afraid it was going to be infectious. Cumin was just so friendly yet somewhat ditzy at the same time. While she was sharp and intelligent, she was also surprisingly clumsy. Even now, the strap of her dress was half off, revealing far more of her small chest than Una ever wanted to see, and she didn't know how to point it out. Cumin probably didn't even care in the first place. "Oh, so have you heard? This new actor from the Western Continent is coming over, and he's supposed to have this amazingly awesome voice! It makes all the girls swoon"

Why? What was even happening? At first the talk was about something relevant but now it was completely random and all over the place, not even related to the current crisis. "Vesryn Hale, I think his name is." Cumin's eyes seemed like stars and she rolled lazily onto the floor from her bed, giggling cheerfully. "He's really handsome, according to the holopics. Here, take a look." And Una blushed because it was a completely naked picture of the man and she didn't know how to respond at all. "Do you like him? He's nice, right? Una felt panic rising, because she was just way too confused. "U-um, he's... okay... I guess..." The Silver Princess squeaked, unsure what the correct answer was.

Cumin let out a giggle and lowered her voice to a whisper. "I heard he had a girlfriend, and she died in the war against Aquarius." The Etrurian Princess was blushing and for some reason she seemed pleased about that information. Una had no idea why or what, and she could swear she saw a slip of the peak of the mound as Cumin rolled lazily on the floor. "So not only is he svelte and handsome, but he also has a troubled past! It's a triple dosage of hunk!" Una finally had enough. She didn't know why they were talking about any of this at all. "What does this have to do with Jezebeth?" The Silver Princess asked suspiciously and Cumin sighed, seeming saddened.

"I wanted to talk to you normally, that's all." Cumin admitted with a shrug, the strap on the other shoulder falling to reveal the whole of her chest, not that Cumin cared one bit about what she showed off. "Una, you're too stiff. You seem to have silly ideas about how smart and strong we are, and you think nothing of yourself. I wanted you to realize that we're normal people, just like you. So don't feel intimidated, okay?" Una blinked, processing what was said. So this was just Cumin's way of trying to reach out, trying to help her in her own way? "...I'm... I'm sorry. It's just hard. I don't know what I'm doing half the time...." Cumin laughed, sounding like a twinkling star. "Una, none of us know what we're doing. The trick is acting like you have it all planned out." She winked and Una wondered if it was okay for her to think talking to Cumin was fun.

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|| Still Into you || Paramore ||




"There!" Cress lifted her hands out of the dirt, wiping them off on her legs, as though that was an effective dirt removal system. The knights crowded around, they had been watching her plant all morning, no doubt their curiosity was piqued. "It's a dragon," one said, blinking in realization. "It's our flag, the damn Ashian planted our flag in flowers." Even though he said it gruffly, he was clearly impressed. Cress grinned, giving them her best peace sign, which she realized they were foreign to. "I only used the toughest flowers. For the center, it's called a corpse flower and it's the biggest flower in the world." Cress was very excited to explain to them each flower, although they were no doubt bored of her descriptions. "See this one? It's called the Plumeria, it needs hardly any watering and can survive in subtropical climates." They probably had no idea what she was talking about, but that was okay.

"For the wings, these are Magnolias, they're the most beautiful species of flower, there's over two hundred and fifty varieties!" Heron came over, sighing and leaning against Cress. "I think you're boring them Cress," Heron said, resting her chin on Cress's head. Cress's mouth snapped shut, the knights did look rather puzzled by her fast talking botany speak. "I guess when you can afford a fancy education, anything is possible." One of them sneered. Cress glared, "I didn't get any education from that woman. Narina didn't love me," Cress stood up, as though to challenge the knight. "You don't know what I've gone through, you don't know the scars I bear on this body."

The other knight were challenging to fight, chanting. "Cress, get behind me." Heron grabbed her elbow and Cress shrugged it off. "I can fight," she said, throwing down her gloves. It was her and that big knight now, the one who insisted on trying to twist all of Cress's words for his advantage. Cress's fiery eyes were alight with a challenge. She was a pacifist yes, but defending yourself and your ideals was important too. Besides, Cress wasn't just some fiery princess sitting high atop her throne, she was also Ellie's knight that protected her cousin from the troll that lived under the bridge, that completed fairy quests and sneaked desserts for them before dinner, she was Crescent, not Nui, not a Seraphim. Crescent Winter, daughter of a nature photographer and journalist.

His fist sung, coming straight towards her. Cress ducked, doing a combination of punches that would make Street Fighter proud. That's where she had learned after all, from one of her brother's favorite penny arcade games. While her technique wasn't perfect, she was fast. There was a problem though, her legs. Heron pulled Cress back by the collar to defend her, taking the heavy blow and returning one equally as strong, if not more so. "No one touches me Princess!" Heron growled fiercely, hugging Cress protectively in her arms as Cress's legs gave out. "I could fight on my own." Cress grumbled as Heron checked her over for wounds. "Don't be silly, what good is a knight if a Princess can defend herself?"


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|| I'm on Top of the World|| Imagine Dragons ||




Shiro was happy, so happy that Nani was alright. Her smile brightened up the room and she took in the information excitedly, committing it to memory. Nani worked at the Tower School, her two sons were there on a scholarship and headed towards a bright future as an engineer and a doctor. It was all so nice and quaint, exactly what Nani would have wanted. With this information in mind, Shiro set off with Nee in search of the perfect present for her mentor. "We have a mission! We're gonna complete it!" Shiro echoed in song, pushing Nee happily as she sang. She pushed Nee to the elevator, then to an awaiting pod where a knight was waiting to take them. Everyone seemed startled to see Shiro up, they looked as though they were seeing a ghost.

"Shiro! Narcia!" Corren called and Shiro began pushing faster. "Don't look, maybe we can escape!" No doubt she needed her shot, but Shiro didn't want it, not yet at least. So she pushed Nee quickly, pretending that she simply hadn't heard him until they got into the pod. Shiro sighed in relief, clambering in beside Nee with Ellis. Shiro remembered her first outing after Nee had become Queen, they had gone to the orphanage and Shiro had tinkled a little standing in front of all of those people. She had tinkled last night too and the memory made her blush fiercely. Nee said it was normal when you were afraid and Shiro hoped that it really was.

The pup closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. Going into public was always a bit nerve wracking, Shiro was afraid of crowds and sudden large noises, the poor pup was like an actual puppy, easy to startle and make her whimper and cry. Shiro cried a lot, she knew, she wasn't a very good motivational speaker, and she wasn't that smart either, but still the people had accepted her. "We're here!" Shiro pointed to the store store happily. It was a few levels up, but the pup was excited to ride in the gondola again. She helped Nee into her wheelchair and grabbed Ellis, her trusty sidekick and pushed them towards it.

People moved out of their way every which way, looking as though they had spotted a ghost. Their eyes gawked and followed, prodding into their backs like knives that made Shiro stand up straighter, feeling as though Narina was about to call out to her for her posture. "Maybe we should get something for her sons instead? They're older than us, but they're super smart! They're gonna go to the university next year!" Nee had seen the information too, it had all been there, on the ID screen for them to take a gander at.

"An Ellis of her own..." Shiro trailed off, looking at the wall of stuffed animals. Nani was sweet and kind, just like Ellis. "Oh! I know! Nani liked to sew!" Shiro went over to the kits then. She browsed through the holos that showed each kit, trying to find one in particular. "This one!" She swung around to show Nee the sewing kit, a make your own stuffed animal kit. "Can I buy it for her with my money?" Shiro placed it gingerly on Aria's lap, then picked out twin lions for the twins and went to pay for it all. "It's on the house," the toy shop owner said with a grin. "I got worried when I heard you were in a coma, I'm glad you're awake Queen Shiro."

He turned to Nee then, smiling. "Please Queen Narcia," he bowed respectfully, "take care of my little sister."[/color]

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❝It's time to break the umbilical cord. I don't need you anymore.❞

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|| Rolling Girl || Hatsune Miku ||




They were on a super secret mission to bring Shiro's only semblance of a family back to them. It was of absolute importance, much more important than tax laws or political maneuvers! The Ice Queen of Ashia Palace and the sweet Queen of Ashia Palace had to work together to escape the doctor! Although, realistically speaking, Corren was going to easily corner them once the mission was over and administer the treatment that way. Shiro still needed it, after all, but hopefully research on a more permanent cure would be finalized soon. "We can escape!" Narcia said, feeling less like a queen and more like a girl just having fun with her loved one. "Faster, Shiro! We can make it!"

Once they broke free of the doctor's pursuit, the two Queens made their way to the Tower Tier. It was good that she wasn't restricted to living under the cloak now, Shiro deserved to be in the light of the sun, not confined to an imaginary coma. The girl was best when she was free to wander as she wished, to go where she wanted. "Congratulations on your recovery, by the way." Nee said with a wink. "Now that you're free, we can do many more fun things together." The knights had no idea about the lie, and there was no reason to inform more than those who needed to know.

The toy store was there as always, and seemed to be Shiro's favorite place in the entire Tower Tier. There were lots of toys and other such things all over the place, and Nee's mind kind of glossed over them - they were just toys, so she wasn't exactly the most interested in them. If Shi ever gave her an Ellis, Narcia's first instinct would be to add functions to it with tech to turn it into something more practical. Perhaps it was silly, but that was just the way she was. And then her eyes widened when the owner spoke, saying something strange. "Little...." And then Narcia pieces the puzzle together. "Figures Nani would start a toy shop, huh?"

So Nani's family was probably behind this toy store - a thread of fate binding her and Shiro together through the pup's love of toys and Ellis. Nee wheeled herself closer to Shiro, and gave her a supportive squeeze of the hand. "She's the one taking care of me." The Ice Queen said with a wry grin, admitting the truth. Shiro did more for her than she did for the pup, no matter what Shiro thought or insisted. "Why didn't you say anything last time we came here?" The time they went shopping for the mule deer for Cress, of course. It was the same toy shop, after all. Still, Nee felt giddy, for some reason. If this was as close to a family as Shiro had, then Nee had to make a good impression, didn't she?



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|| Keshin || Asami Imai ||




It was time to figure out their next move. Astor's movement stopped, so it seemed that where he was in Gehenna right now - that had to be where Jezebeth was. The man was leading them right to their goal. With luck, this would be the end of it. Una was with her two most trusted allies, Thyella and Orthrus, trying to plot together their plan of action. Orthrus spoke first, giving his opinion in that abrasive way of his. "Sure, let's invite him for tea. That's the best way to get information out of him." The butler scoffed cruelly and Una shivered because she didn't want to torture anyone. "Torture, of course."

Thyella wiggled her nose in disapproval, then turned her attention to Una while she filled out the tax reforms since Una had no idea how to understand any of those complicated numbers and brackets. "I say we kill him, to send Jezebeth a message." Thyella said casually, as if killing wasn't a big deal in the least. "Kill him, and Jezebeth is forced to reveal herself so that we know for sure if she's Narina or not. Everyone thought the two were one and the same, but even so, there was still no proof one way or another, was there? "If it really is Narina, then we can get rid of her, or use her as an example, to show Tartarians that not all Ashians are like her, that once she's gone, there's no need for this cycle of hate to continue."

So it wasn't long until the three were travelling together down the underground streets of Gehenna. It was built under the ground, with pockets of areas with actual connection to the sky, but most of the city was underneath, with artificial lights and artificial sun. Gehenna was built like this in order to shield people from the heat and the cold, to keep them under the earth, and out of the sun's glare. Gehenna, as a result, was surprisingly cool, but as a result, Tartarians grew to have pale, almost albino skin, and silvery hair unseen in other nations.

"It'd be smarter to wait for the ashians." Ortrus pointed out once they already arrived at the place Astor was allegedly hiding out. Una shook her head, feeling a little more nervous than she wanted. "No, this is Tartaria. It's our job to clean up the messes here." The Silver Princess said clearly. She wanted to prove that she didn't have to rely on other people's help, she could accomplish this with her own strength, her own forces. Una was weak, but she wasn't going to stay that way. So they entered the building, breaking in, Thyella had her daggers out, and Orthrus was casually holding his gun in hand, ready to fire if needed.

But of course, it wasn't going to be as easy as that. In a split second, a bullet was fired, aiming directly at Una - but just in time, Thyella managed to cut it out of the air, protecting Una's secret, that her body here was just a hologram. "Astor, you're wanted for treason and conspiracy. Come out peacefully." The Silver Princess said, trying to speak like Narcia would, trying to exude a commanding aura. She didn't really accomplish the same effect, however. "Treason?" Astor's voice echoed out. "Isn't it you who committed treason against the Tartarian people?"

What did he mean? "He's trying to get in your head." Thyella whispered. Una could have told her retainers to go on the attack, but she knew she needed to keep them close, just in case of an emergency. Something smelled a little odd here, that much was certain, but other than that, Una didn't know much at all. "Instead of executing the Ashian dogs lie the scum they are, you keep them alive! That's against all of the principles of being a Tartarian! Your brother would have been disappointed in you, Una." The Silver Princess shivered at the mention of her brother. She didn't want him to - Orthrus smirked in that way of his. "Semyon would never be disappointed in you, he way way too devoted to you, like a creepy weirdo." Was it true? Una didn't know. She just knew one thing.

"We have to get out of here." Gas, of course. Astor was trying to distract them, talking to them, to get them to inhale the gas, whatever it was. They wouldn't fall for it. Thyella had a bit of a flush on her face from trying to stay awake and Orthrus didn't look much better. They had to get out right now. "Jezebeth, Una isn't-" And then another voice, one still yet unheard... until now. If there was a way to describe it, you could say it was like razors grinding in your ears. "Because she's not really there, Astor." Jezebeth - but she wasn't there, her voice was coming from a speaker. It was a trap all along. "She's still comatose, silly. This proves it."

So after escaping back to the office, Una felt lost and frustrated. Thyella was calling them, telling them to regroup at the office to figure out what to do next, and Una just stared blankly at the wall, feeling stupid for falling for the trap so easily. Because now, they knew. They knew she wasn't really here at all.

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|| Still Into you || Paramore ||




"Break it up!" The head knight stepped between them. The other knight that had started the fight, the one Heron had punched to protect Cress, was holding his nose, blood running between his fingers and staining the beautiful white flowers red. "Get away from there!" Cress yelled, she had just planted those! One of the other knights led him away, back to the palace carved out of stone to receive medical treatment. The head knight glared at them, Heron glared in return, cradling Cress against her. "Heron, I'm fine." Cress insisted, but Heron's grip tightened. "You could have gotten hurt, Queen Narcia would have, had my head." Cress sighed, "Nee is well aware that I can fight my own battles." Finnley shifted nervously beside them. "Let me see," Cress said, opening up her hand. Heron looked away, "It's fine," she grumbled. Cress sighed, "don't be stubborn, there's blood on your knuckles."

She reached for the first aid kit that had been sent along with them and wrapped Heron's knuckles, putting one of the gardening gloves over it to keep the bandages secure. "There," Cress smiled, "Better?" Heron leaned forward, pressing her lips against Cress's cheek. "Now it's better," she grinned and Cress rolled her eyes. "A kiss from the Princess can motivate a knight to do anything!" Cress sighed, "Just don't go jumping off of bridges because some girl told you to." Heron really wasn't all that smart, was she? "As long as I can enjoy the view," Heron smirked with a wink. Cress blushed, unsure of what kind of view Heron was referring to. "Alright you two, break it up." The head knight pulled them away from each other. "You're not done here and you've still got a few sections to go."

Cress crawled back over to her patch of dirt and Heron went the other way. She felt eyes boring into her as she dug her trowel in. "We need to go," Finnley suddenly said. At that moment the head knight grabbed Cress by the arm, yanking her to her feet. Cress cried out in pain, "Hey don't be so rough!" Finnley called and Heron got to her feet, growling. "Don't manhandle the princess you filthy ogre!" This was going to end in another fight wasn't it? "I've got the orders to return to the palace immediately. Come on," Cress stumbled as he pulled her, looking back at Heron and Finnley who were rushing to keep up. "What's happening!" Heron called as they rushed through the barren city. "I don't know, but the Princess might be in danger." He wasn't referring to Cress, but rather to Una. Cress broke free of his grip, stumbling. She tried to get up, but her legs had, had enough for the day. "I'm okay," Cress said as Heron knelt by her side.

"We have to go," the lights in Tartaria suddenly went out. The cave was dark and silent, save for the screams of the people. She could hear footsteps rushing in their direction. Heron cried out, "Heron!" Cress yelled, feeling a hand slide around her waist. "Don't touch me!" Cress lashed out, her eyes unable to adjust to thick, murky darkness. It felt like it was closing in all around her and Cress couldn't breathe. She had to get up, she had to go. "I said don't touch me!" Her hand struck flesh, it was grabbed and twisted behind her, she cried out in pain. "Oh sorry!" Heron yelped, grabbing onto her waist. "This way-" Heron was cut off when people rushed around them, pushing them apart. A stampeded of human bodies that Cress couldn't keep up with.

She fell to the ground, panting, curling up in a ball as legs kicked and hit, people stumbling over her in the darkness. They were rushing in the direction of the palace. A hand slid around her waist, no doubt Heron had found her. "Thank the stars, you're here." Cress breathed, unfurling from the protective position. "We need to get back to the palace-" a hand covered her nose and mouth, Cress screamed, faintly aware of something sweet tickling her senses. "Let... let me... go." She said weakly, her struggling stopping. "Don't worry Princess," an unfamiliar voice said. "You're just going to take a nice nap."

"Oh? Finally awake?" Cress blinked at the harsh light above. She was in a bed, her wrists chained. No, no, no! It couldn't be that situation again, she didn't want to be used like that anymore, she didn't want to be touched like that again. The person standing before her wasn't a man, but the enemy that she and Heron had come to Tartaria to kill.

"Jezebeth."


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|| I'm on Top of the World|| Imagine Dragons ||




Was this glee? It had to be, the happiness Shiro felt while she raced down the hallway, Ellis on her lover's lap, pushing Nee in the wheelchair to escape Corren. Nee screamed to go faster and so Shiro pushed as fast as she could. "We made it!" The pup squealed in delight, seeing as how they had escaped Corren for now. Shiro was panting in the elevator, she slid down to catch her breath, coughing. "I'm okay," Shiro promised, standing upright. She would be fine, coughing after doing such heavy exercise was normal for someone with bad lungs. So had never been allowed to do things like run down the halls or skip gleefully when Narina was in rule, so her body wasn't used to things like running or dancing or being happy all the time.

Yes, now that Shiro was free, they had a world of possibilities. "People keep staring," Shiro noted shyly, hiding behind the wheelchair and her long blond hair. She had recently gotten it cut before having to go into hiding, so Shiro could no longer accidentally sit on her hair, but it was still an admirable length. "No more hiding," Shiro smiled, no more invisibility cloak. "I don't think I've ever seen the entire Tower Tier." It was quiet large, so there was really no way to see the whole thing, but Shiro liked how the city of Amethysia had been arranged, with levels that weren't houses stacked one atop another that you needed to take a gondola to get to. It had been neatly laid out, each floor and building distinctive from the bed, painted in a colorful rainbow hue.

Shiro's eyes widened, she was at a loss for words. "You're Nani's son?" She asked and the man smiled, nodding his head. He wasn't that old, a few years older than Narcia at least and he looked between the two girls. "I don't own my Dad's shop, I just manage it on weekends." He admitted and Shiro blinked, wondering if this really was fate. He was speaking to Narcia then, she had asked why he didn't tell her. "I didn't realize it was the same Shiro," he admitted with a shrug. "Mom used to tell us stories of the little blonde that always got into trouble." Shiro blushed, it was true, she had gotten into trouble a lot since she was clumsy and had almost zero coordination.

"Can I see her?" Shiro asked and the boy looked at his watch. "She should be going on her lunch break at the Tower School, they're doing weekend classes." He took the gifts that Shiro had picked out, "Let me wrap these." The nice gift bag was handed to them and Shiro hung it on the back of the wheelchair. "Thank you!" She called to him, "It was nice meeting you!" She took the handles of the wheelchair then, seeming to be bursting with excitement. "Isn't this great?" Shiro asked, her eyes glittering like a child in a candy shop. "I'm finally gonna get to see her!" After all of these years! Shiro hadn't known what happened to Nani, she had believed her to be dead. It seemed that she was going to have to ask a lot of questions if she wanted to know the truth. "You'll love her Nee! She's the nicest person, she's just like a mom."

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❝It's time to break the umbilical cord. I don't need you anymore.❞

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|| Rolling Girl || Hatsune Miku ||




Shiro still was frail, wasn't she? She wasn't suited for physical activity, and a short race through the halls of the palace was enough to make her cough and pant. It wasn't anything serious, and the pup assured her that she was okay. "You're getting stronger, a little at a time." Shiro really was shining way too brightly, and Nee was afraid that this brightness would make her ice melt even more than it already had. Her ice was all she really had in terms of personal strength - without it, the Ashian Queen was nothing. It was her strongest weapon, her greatest asset. It kept her strong, untouchable by everything, it was what made her worthy of ruling.

It was odd being in public like this, without a large procession of knights keeping watch over her and Shiro. She knew there were some hiding in the crowds, staying close, keeping them in sight - just in case, after all, you could never be too careful. But otherwise, it gave them the illusion of freedom and adventure, exploring the streets of the city they governed. "They're staring at their favorite Queen, silly. That's you." It was no surprise that Shiro was the beloved Queen, she was the one they all treasured and valued. "One day, we should explore all of the Tower Tier." That'd be fun, wouldn't it?

Both she and Shiro were surprised when the truth came out. Nani's son owned the store, and he called himself Shiro's big brother. It turned out it was his father's - Nani's husband's - store, he explained as he wrapped up the gifts that were 'bought'. "Well, now you know it was her." Nee said quietly, feeling as if she was intruding on a family reunion. She did chuckle at Shiro's clumsiness though. "Still is clumsy, though that much was obvious, wasn't it?" Narcia said, a tiny grni on her face. She would focus on this so that she wouldn't have to think about what she did to Kora.

Shiro seemed incredibly excited, her smile brighter than what most people could ever accomplish, a smile that only the purest of children could make. There was a call from Una, and Narcia decided to put her on hold for now. Whatever it was, she could trust Cress and Heron to handle for now, they were more than enough. She trusted that they had the situation under control. It wasn't as if Cress were idiotic enough to put herself in danger, she promised that she would return, safe and sound. Nee trusted her sister implicitly to be safe and happy, wherever she was. "I can't wait to meet her." Narcia said, beaming, a little embarrassed to be showing this side of her in public. Most people only saw her frosted mask. "I want to meet everyone important to you."



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|| Keshin || Asami Imai ||




Una was so confused by everything that had happened, and she was scared because now, Narina - Jezebeth knew all about her. She knew that she was just a hologram, that her real body was elsewhere, she knew that she wasn't really awake at all. And that meant things were going to turn awful any second. Una wanted to cry, she hated herself, but she knew she had to do something. If there was a time to act, now would be that time. At least, until Thyella tapped her shoulder with a frown, looking harrowed. "Una, I'm sorry. The Ashians, they've gone missing. There's a broken lance, and..." Una felt her virtual blood run cold. No, no, this couldn't be happening. Why was this happening?

She needed to contact Riana, she needed to warn her that something bad was happening. Una called Queen Riana, but nothing. No response. She rang again but there was nothing. Fear and terror and dread filled the Silver Princess. "Please, Riana... please be okay." So Una closed her eyes and went into her holo disc that was set up in Coriandrum, and she realized that the disc was completely malfunctioning. She couldn't see or hear anything. It was deactivated. Una returned to her main disc, and shivered. "Nothig. There's nothing. I-"

And then there was a call from Etruria. With a sick feeling, Una answered it, and there was Cumin, and what was once Lyriope, capital of Etruria, was a giant fire blazing. "Be careful, Narina's doing something! She's out of control!" Cumin warned, her voice low and afraid. "She started a fire, I can't find my brother anywhere and - and Amethysia, there's a huge battle happening over there and I can't contact Queen Riana at all! Una, be careful, okay? Don't-" But then there was an explosion and the connection shorted out. Cumin was gone, and Una had no idea if she was even still alive.

Una had to think carefully. "Thyella, you have to go to Etruria, you have to save them, please-" She then turned to her butler, Orthrus, his characteristic snark was gone from his face, nothing but seriousness now. "Orthrus, go to Coriandrum, save Queen Riana, please, don't let any of them die, I'm scared!" She curled up into a ball, what else could she do? But neither of her retainers were moving. "Go. Please. Save them." Thyella shook her head and brandished her knives. "Think about it." Orthrus snapped. "It's a distraction. Attacking Amethysia and Lyriope to distract you from Princess Nui."

Una nodded, trying not to cry, but failing anyways. She knew. She knew what had to be done. "Save Nui." She whimpered and her maid and butler nodded and went off to action, letting the Silver Princess cry alone in her office.

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|| Still Into you || Paramore ||




The chains were cold against her skin, breathing was hard, seeing her here, again, the woman that had tried to kill her; her birth mother. "I guess the dead do come back." Cress growled. "We Seraphim are a very strong breed, you of all people should know that Nui," Narina said, her hand stroking Cress's spine like some sort of pet cat. "My name is Cress," she jerked out of the way, moving her feet in a move Heron had taught her in case her ankles were bound. Cress kicked Narina squarely in the chest. Her mother stumbled back, clearly surprised. "You have a lot of hell to pay for what you did to me." Narina smiled, her ice crawling down Cress's back. "Don't curse dear, it's unbecoming." Narina made a gesture and electricity coursed through her body. Cress screamed, feeling a puddle of warmth beneath her. Narina touched one of the burn marks and Cress whimpered. "Oh my, even with your mighty words, you're just a weak little girl."

She laughed, the sound like ice. "You're not human, humans don't hurt their children for fun." Narina shook her head. "You think I want to hurt my long lost daughter? I'm doing this for your own good, one day I'll be gone and Narcia will have become far too soft. In that case, she'll need someone to take over." Narina ran her fingers over Cress's chest and Cress stiffened. "If you think I'd betray my only family, you're dead wrong." Cress leaned up, headbutting Narina in the head. Narina stumbled once more and Cress quickly realized something. "You're metal." Narina grinned, "So you have noticed." She gestured to the wall of screens behind her, "So long as I continue to build these androids, I can upload my consciousness into infinite forms!" She held out her wrist, showing the port. "Why do you think I ordered all citizens to have ID chips? It's easier to replicate their conscious."

"You're sick," Cress growled in disgust. She felt another shock crawl up her spine and screamed, "You're much more durable than I expected. I thought you'd have died by now, not having a cure to your illness and all." Cress grit her teeth. "Us Seraphim are hard to kill." Narina predicted her move those time and side stepped it. What she didn't predict, however, were Cress's wrists suddenly being freed. Cress launched herself, grabbing Narina by the neck and twisting, hearing metal scraping against metal. "Don't do that, you'll break this nice model." Narina tsked, undoing Cress's choke hold easily and grabbing Cress by the throat. She pinned her against the wall, a skin colored finger suddenly turning into a knife. Cress screamed as it cut into the flesh on her wrist. Narina's fingers began digging around, her confident smile fading ever so slightly. "The chip, where is it?"

"Oh, you mean this?" Narina whisked around, dropping Cress. Heron was standing there, holding Cress's chip. "If you really think that I'd keep some sort of metal tech in me, you're dead wrong." Heron crushed it beneath her foot and Cress grinned. Narina's grip on her throat tightened and she coughed, choking. "I guess I'll just have to keep the real thing for myself. It's a shame, I was going to let you return to your sister." She dragged Cress with her, walking to what appeared to be a chair. Cress grappled with her, grabbing the chair and slamming it over the android, causing the wood to splinter and break. "Let her go!" Heron growled, running Narina through with her back up lance. "Cress, don't look!" Cress did as told, hearing the screech of metal and then something rolling.

Narina's headless robot body fell to the ground, wires sparking from its neck. "Finnley already deleted the program with Nee's back entry code." Heron knelt down, using her lance to pry open the place where the chip went into. "It's over," Cress smiled, breathing in relief. Heron nodded her head, "Yeah, it's over. Any trace of Narina is gone, the code deleted, Nee was very effective in her deletion program. I think even any mentions of her name on the online database has been erased." Cress laughed, feeling tired and weak. "We don't have to tell Nee about this, right? If she asks, you were the one that took the beating." Heron nodded her head, draping her jacket around Cress. "Well, since you're already wet..." She wiggled her fingers, launching a tickle attack.

"Stop! Stop it! You're gonna make me pee!" Cress laughed, pushing her knees together in an attempt to hold it. "Big girls can do it, you're a big girl aren't you?" Heron asked as warm liquid flowed out, puddling around them. Cress whimpered, her cheeks turning bright pink. "Gosh, you really are a little girl." Heron lifted her up, not seeming to mind the liquid. "We need... to tell... Una." The blood from the cut on her wrist dripped onto the ground, there was someone waiting for them, a man in a white suite with pristine shoes despite the dirt. "Astor," Heron growled.

"Oh my, it seems that someone has made quite a large mess. I know when I'm in over my head, I'll give myself up." Heron pressed Cress's head against her so that she couldn't see as it as Heron whipped out her lance and the sound of the metal rang through the air. "You hurt my girlfriend, so in return, I'm leaving you with a parting gift." His throat was cut, a life taken, just like that. Cress didn't see it though, her fingers were plugged in her ears, eyes pressed shut as she hid her face in Heron's chest to block it out. Heron put her lance away, carrying Cress out of the cave. "We did it, we really won."


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Shiro wiggled, shaking her head. "No, you're their favorite!" The pup insisted as they went out of the toy shop. They were going to the Tower school now, where Nani would be on lunch break soon. Shiro's holo rang then and the pup wheeled them into the gondola that would take them to the school before seeing who it was. "Oh, it's Heron," Shiro said and since they weren't busy, picked it up. "Hello Queen Shiro, please tell Nee to answer her phone next time, we've been trying to get a hold of her all morning." Shiro blushed at the formal title that Heron had used, she turned to Nee then. "It's Heron, she wants to talk to you." The holo of Heron appeared as cocky as ever, her hands crossed, hip cocked. "What's wrong? Is everyone okay?" Shiro asked, full of concern. She stood behind Nee, wondering if there was bad news.

Heron broke into a grin and gave Nee a thumbs up. "We did it!" Shiro felt a swell of overwhelming joy. It was over, the battle was done. There was no more hiding, or cowering in fear of Narina. "Yay!" The pup was so happy that she jumped, losing her footing and tripping on the hem of her gown. "I'm okay!" Shiro promised, standing back up and picking up Ellis who had fallen. Heron cleared her throat, "Cress is sleeping now, she's been working hard gardening all day. Thyella, Finnely, and I have been working together to figure out where her base is. We chipped a man named Astor and he led us right to her." That wasn't really what happened, Cress had been taken and Heron had only remembered after panicking that she could use the chip on Astor to follow him. "Once that was done, we sneaked into her base pretending to be androids."

Heron smiled, looking as though she fancied herself clever. "Finnley uploaded the back door program, while I dealt with your mother." Heron held up a broken chip for them to see, the chip that had been missing from Narina's original body. "The copies were destroyed and by the time I got back, Cress was done gardening." Heron shook her head and laughed, "She's so clumsy, you know? As her big sisters, you better protect her Nee, I have a feeling that Cress is still just a child trying to play adult." Shiro looked at Nee then, smiling. "We won," she giggled, feeling like a kid in a candy store for the second time that day. The gondola stopped and Shiro wheeled Nee out of it, towards the Tower School.

"There she is," Shiro froze in her steps, suddenly feeling nervous. She hid her pacifier by tucking it underneath her dress, she didn't want Nani to think that she was still just a child. She was grown now, fourteen years old! Shiro was going to be Queen once she and Nee were married. "What if she doesn't want to see me?" All of the composure she had built up suddenly came back down. "What if she doesn't like me anymore?" Their eyes met. Nani dropped what she was holding, walking forward. Shiro froze, unsure of what to do. "You're here!" Nani sobbed, hugging Shiro against her. "You're still alive!"