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Pyrope was always a curious child.
That’s what everyone would say if you asked about her.
Well, they’re all under her control now so…
It would depend.
She always knew Skynarnia was her home, and was pretty much adjusted to it.
But then, fate happened.
She met a boy one day, who looked like a beggar.
Pyrope always hated the royalty for “wasting their potential”, so this set something off in her.
The boys name was Hessonite.
He had come from this strange place known as Earth. Didn’t remember how he got there, but he was there.
Pyrope showed him the ropes, they shared stories about their worlds, and fell in love.
Now, the kingdom was their perfect mess.
The girl was fully aware about responsibility. She technically had none ever since Unakite obtained the Wishing Star.
As long as she kept responsibilities away, she was good.
But sometimes they did stupid things.
Which is why Pyrope threw all signs of previous employee Muscovite into an open ditch.
“Rest in hell.” She simply said, nodding to her lover, Hessonite, to dig the hole back up.
As dirt piled around the hole, she simply watched.
She then turned to some minions of hers, who came along for the ride.
“Plant some sorrow seeds. Pretend this isn’t a grave.” She ordered, walking away from the scene.
Hessonite followed.
“That’s all, I assume?”
“That’s all.”
“Good. Glad we removed that scum. Don’t even know what you saw in him…”
“He helped me out a lot with adjusting!”
“Fair.”
“But I must admit, darling, he wasn’t the brightest star in the sky.”
“You couldn’t be more honest.” She said, clenching her fist.
“Yes. He helped me, but also… harmed me I supposed. Forced me away from my earthly traditions to embrace these.”
“Actually?!” Pyrope asked, confused.
“Yes. I’m not sure if you were aware of that, but it attempted to go on.”
The princess sighed.
“God dammit…”
“Hey, it’s okay now. I embrace my Thundernia self and Earth self. Especially after it’s all ours.” He remarked.
If it wasn’t for Hessonites descriptions of Earth, Pyrope would’ve never known about it. It seemed so… nice. So unsuspecting. And there were people like them there! It was perfect to expand their plans.
There was an issue though.
“Say, remember that gramophone?”
“Who could forget that?”
“There’s a pile of junk in one of the storage rooms. It might be ‘Earth’ things.”
“Are you asking me to identify things for you?”
“Yes. More or less as a just in case.”
“Oh I’d love to! I’ve missed so much about that place, I could easily find something! Take me there, won’t you?”
“Of course.”
Pyrope reentered the castle, Hessonite following.
She loved this castle. She loves the cold air that tickled her pale skin, the clicking against the cold tile, the silence that occasionally arose, and the echoes that came with talking.
But she loved experiencing this place with her beloved Hesson. Every new room, every check in, all this time spent with him was heavenly.
Pyrope snapped out of it and stopped at a wooden door, pressing her hand against the cool metal of the doorknob before creaking it open.
The room was full of boxes and small piles, filling up the shelves and floor.
“Wow… that ex lady really didn’t organize!”
“That’s why she was an incompetent ruler.” She said, “we rule this destiny now.”
“Yes we do!”
“On another note, please start scurrying through all this mess. Anything we don’t need I’ll throw out the sky.”
“You got it!”
“I’ll make some tea for the two of us. Your favorite chamomile, and my favorite vanilla.”
“Sounds lovely!”
On that note, she exited.
Pyrope didn’t want to be seen as a selfish leader who made everyone do her work. That would just wash her bones out. To hone into her own individuality, she did some of her own work, but not with the fighting.
She entered the kitchen to smell something sweet brewing.
“Ah, princess. Hello.”
It was Unakite, head chef and current Wishing Star holder.
“Unakite. Great to see you.”
“Same. Can I help you with anything?”
“No. I’m just brewing some tea at the moment.”
“Oh! I can certainly-“
“It’s fine. Continue what you’re doing.”
“I’m making bombs.”
The princess turned to the chef.
“… excuse me?!”
“Madamoiselle, allow me to explain.”
“Please.”
“I have a theory that if I make something, it can be harder for the Mirais to avoid them. They expect magic… why not something like this?”
“You’ll KILL somebody!”
“Don’t you crave death?”
“I crave death for the Mirais. Pathetic mortals can stay.”
“But listen to me.”
Unakite put her hands on Pyropes shoulders, releasing her hands from a kettle of slowly boiling water.
“If it takes hurting others, so that will occur. The weaklings will crumble. Those who pass are weaklings.”
“I… suppose so.”
“Good.” She said, letting go as she made her final bomb.
Pyrope watched her, her fragile hands making such a deadly concoction.
It was slowly interesting her.
“So how are these bombs going to work?”
“Simple. Inside the chocolate coating is a explosive material. It explodes from there.”
“Wow… how did you learn that?”
“The shell trick was from the restaurant. The explosives… took a little bit of self teaching.”
“That’s impressive.”
“I try to be… and…. Done.”
The two looked at the onslaught of bombs made, each with varying expressions of satisfaction.
“What do you think?” Unakite asked, turning to her boss.
“It’s outstanding you manage to do this.”
“Heh. I know. Now where is that star…”
Unakite dug around in her coat pocket. One thing Pyrope knew about her was that her pockets were always deeper than they looked, like a foolish magic trick.
Finally, she pulled the device out.
“Glorious.” She said.
Unakite held the device and let it soak up some of her energy. That was a requirement to get the thing to produce a monster.
Then she said it.
“STAR SHOOTER POWER UP!”
And a monster formed from nothing.
It was dripping in substance, with a wicked grin.
“Here you go, little guy.” She softly said, giving the creature the bombs.
She started handing them off, and eventually Pyrope couldn’t help but join. I mean, there were a lot.
Finally, they were loaded up. Unakite opened the portal.
“Be free.”
And the monster went through it, the portal closing almost immediately after.
“Done.”
“You better do well.”
“I will.”
———
Hessonite grew up on Earth, but fate led him to this kingdom.
He missed home, but had no way to get there.
So every little bit of earth he could cling onto, he did.
So when his lovely girlfriend Pyrope found some earth things, he was more than happy to sort through the junk to see what he knew.
So far, it was going a lot better than expected.
He found some things he knew, some weirder things… he was ready to explain it all to her.
She respected him. She didn’t want him to change. That’s why they fell in love.
He had two piles in front of him. One had things that he knew. The other he didn’t. All were neatly organized and not thrown around like junk. Even if it was.
“Tea?” A familiar voice asked.
Hessonite looked up from his organization and saw Pyrope with two cups of tea.
“Not poisoned?”
“Obviously. You’re the only person I wouldn’t poison.” She said, pecking his forehead. “It’s your favorite. Chamomile.”
“You’re so sweet!” He exclaimed, taking the formal cup and sipping on it. The warm flavors enveloped his taste buds.
He loved it.
“Did you find anything?” She coyly asked, slinking over against one of the shelves.
“Oh yes! A lot of them! Sit down!”
She crouched down, staring at the pile.
Hessonite eagerly pulled out a strange box with wheels and a handle.
“This is a luggage bag.”
“Ooh! It looks so…”
“Weird? I know. You use it to carry things around for… trips! And things like that. You’ve been on trips, correct?”
“Not really. I’ve usually talked to people over the holo.”
“Ah. Even Soni?”
“Even Soni.”
“That’s a surprise.”
“She’s a very near and dear woman to me.”
“I see… anyways, this bad boy right here is a sewing needle!” Hessonite exclaimed, holding up the tiny thing.
“… what on earth is that?
“Tell me, how are clothes usually made?”
“By a designer of course. Larger parts with a machine and smaller with limited magic.”
“That’s the fun part. On Earth, you know there’s no magic.”
“So?”
“They use these to fix those smaller parts.”
Pyrope took the needle, and stared at it in awe.
“Wow… it’s just like a surgical needle.”
“But it’s not! Isn’t that so cool?”
“I worry about how those Earthlings even manage without magic… they seem so pathetic.”
“They are. But it’s okay. We will teach them a lesson.”
“Indeed. Show me what else you have.”
“I have this!” Hessonite exclaimed, holding up another thing: a black box with circles covered by some net.
“That looks gross.” Pyrope immediately said.
“It’s not! It’s actually very beneficial.”
“And what might it be?”
“It’s called a speaker. You plug it into things and it amplifies the sound.”
“So I can say anything and everyone will hear?”
“Yes. You need one of these usually.”
He held up a small stick thing.
“This is a microphone. It also amplifies your voice.”
Hessonite plugged the cord into the speaker, and turned it on.
“Like this!”
His voice echoed throughout the room, booming loudly.
He turned it off.
“See?”
“Hess…”
“Hm?”
“THIS IS PERFECT! WHY HAVENT YOU TOLD ME ABOUT THIS SOONER?!”
“I-I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal…”
“Well it is! Do you know how sick I am of asking one servant to tell another servant to tell another servant something? It’s perfect!”
The door opened, and a pale, wide eyed servant entered.
“Your majesties…”
“You! What’syourname!”
“Um… there’s fight footage on the holo.”
“Bring me to it. But first! Tell the mechanics department to please make a bunch of these speakers! Dissect it! Work on it!”
“Yes maam!” The servant exclaimed, hurrying off.
Hessonite admired how threatening Pyrope was. She was like a goddess in a sense, with her sense of authority.
“Cmon honey.” She said, resuming her sweet gentle voice, “let’s see how we did.”
They made their way to the control room.
The two didn’t have much of a throne room. It was boring to be in usually, so not a lot of time was spent there. Unless they were spectating footage, of course.
The two sat down in their soft thrones, and Hessonite flicked the holo on.
The fight seemed to be wrapping up.
Not in their way, however.
No one knew their names, so the lovebirds identified them by hair color.
Clearly shown by her screaming “That brown haired pirate idiot!”
The monster was tied up with magic, and was currently being killed.
Lovely.
There were bombs surrounding them however, were still ticking and detonating.
“So the bombs do work…” Pyrope softly said, putting her hand up to her chin.
“What?”
“Those bombs… they’re homemade.”
“That’s impr- ACK!”
Hessonite was reacting to the fact that both the green haired ones had combined forces and defeated their monster.
Their.
“DAMMIT!” he exclaimed, standing up in a fit of rage, “NOT AGAIN!”
“So it has occurred.” Pyrope softly murmured under her breath, looking down.
“Whyyyyy… it was so good!”
“I must admit, the bombs were amazing. But the issue is that they have technology. The magic we don’t have.”
“How do we get that magic?” Hessonite asked, tilting his head.
“That’s the issue, we can’t really figure it out. If we can snap someone’s power… oh that would be perfect.”
“We can get a team on that.”
“Let’s.”
“I need to talk to a certain someone.”
“Okay… I’ll get all the earth things organized.”
The two parted ways.
Pyrope took a heavy inhale, and a light exhale. She loved and hated this part of the job.
On one hand, being dominant and screaming at people was her favorite thing. It was so fun seeing the eye of misery.
But then again, she formed these bonds. She hated breaking them.
Whatever pushed the progression of the kingdom together.
“Unakite.” Pyrope exclaimed, entering the dining room.
“I know.” The other woman immediately responded.
“I didn’t even-“
“I know what i did.” Unakite responded, turning around to face Pyrope.
“The bombs worked great…”
“That’s the only good thing.”
“I need to tell you about the future.”
“I suppose so.”
Unakite took steady strides towards Pyrope, walking professionally like a waiter would.
“The energy I am giving is not enough for this mission. I’m open to all ideas.”
“Great. We need to find a way to absorb their energy.”
“And steal it?”
“Steal it. Mirai magic could fuel the whole garden!”
“It could!”
“And I could spread seeds of despair and gloom everywhere!”
“I love that for you.”
“Me too. Assemble a team. We need to work on how to solve this problem.”
“You got it.”
Unakite walked off.
How did she know where she screwed up?
That was the inner mystery.
The murderers effect.
——
Before this thing, Unakite wanted revenge.
She did so as a waitress in a high end cafe.
She served everyone perfectly.
Until people dropped dead.
No one suspected her.
She did nothing suspicious.
There was no proof.
She was sneaky.
They would never suspect her.
It was the murderers effect.
——
As Pyrope walked down the halls, a voice boomed over.
“ATTENTION! Is this thing on?”
The familiar voice rocked all the hallway.
Pyrope covered her ears. Too loud.
“Testing testing… too loud? Yeah let me dim this down… bingo!”
It was the right sound.
“We are currently testing the announcement system! We stole it from the earthlings… isn’t that fun! May Pyrope please visit the third room to the right in the west wing?”
This was new.
She walked to the west wing, then turned left, found the door, and then…
It was a full blown system!
Hessonite pulled away from the microphone and approached her.
“I worked with the team.”
“You did this… for me?”
“Obviously.”
“You… so it works?”
“Did you not hear the tests?”
“Can I try?!” She asked eagerly.
“Of course.”
Pyrope approached the microphone and turned it on.
“Hello, servants! We are working on this new system, and I am so grateful for everyone involved. Let this begin a NEW ERA FOR OUR DOMINATION!”
She turned it off.
“I got in my head…”
“No it’s good. You’re very commanding. I like that.”
“The world will be ours, I’m just preparing for the duties.”
“And I’ll serve alongside you.”
“Us.”
The two kissed.
They lost again, but nothing would change their fighting spirit.
Nothing.