“Are you finally not emotional?” Snow asked.
“My people won’t be leaving where they’re staying” she said. “And that is the end of that. If you want to argue further, then I suggest coming to pick up all your original citizens there”.
“That isn’t what we’re….” Dilia glared at him. “What I’m saying” Victor said correcting himself.
“So what are you saying?” Dilia asked trying not to show how upset she was on her face.
“W-I’m saying you could just do some crime control. We aren’t meant to be separated from each other….we all can’t be Snow” Victor said seriously.
“I still stand by what I said. We should all be by ourselves, that’ll breed less crime, less disputes….” He said glancing at Agira who growled at him. “And we can avoid a war. Do you want a repeat of the past?”
“The reason for the summit is to improve relationships with our neighbours, not to shut ourselves out or relocate”.
Victor made a sound of disbelief.
“You should know your subjects are depressed” Dilia pointed out.
“Coming from someone that can’t rule her quadrant. All that’s missing is a coup” Snow joked.
The room was dark, ominously dark and there was a silent fluttering.
“Dilia” Victor called.
She was on the table before Snow, her body all smoky and a butterfly on her finger wings fluttering before the King.
“Try to freeze them if you can” she gave him the go ahead. The royal man was unfazed.
“Hope you know any sort of violence committed in this room is an act of treason and declaration of war” Victor reminded them.
“And any violence against me is violence against Elementa. Do you want to go there?” he questioned.
“I trust in my ability to wipe out all of you” she leaned closer.
“Spoken like a true evil overlord”.
She threw a punch, but she punched ice, the part that protected his face turned black instantly and crumbled into tiny crystals. She smirked. He knew he couldn’t risk touching her.
“Let’s just see how evil I can be” her hand passed the ice.
“That is enough!!” Victor barked and the door burst open guards flying left and right to their various leader’s side.
“Step away from the king!” Sapphire ordered and she wasn’t playing around. She could feel the cold radiating off the crowned princess. Another man was by his side. She could take all of them, but she wouldn’t risk it. There was a lot of intention in the Elementan’s eyes. Her bow was radiating a lot of cold she could see.
“Fine” she raised both hands. Her smoky self was back in her seat and she adopted her earlier appearance.
“I think we need another recess” Agira laughed.
Danny walked in to see the room in a complete mess. First she didn’t need to open the door. There was a human sized hole made in it and walking further ignoring all the things that were on the floor she looked through the broken window. She didn’t know what to make of what happened here.
“So this is where your friend stays” her mum said with a face.
“Can you not do that? This is bigger than all of us, remember?”
“What do you think happened?” her dad asked.
“I don’t think we need to wait that long before we find out” Danny said walking towards the destroyed window looking at big board opposite them to see Clara crashing through a window and to see Stephanie and Kieran following after her.
The drones that patrolled Tempa might have seen that. It was breaking news. But question now, where were both of them? And what state were they in.
“Can you find them?” Richard asked.
“This doesn’t concern us. We should all leave”.
“I am not leaving” Danny said seriously before her eyes turned pitch black and she fell backwards out of the building ignoring her mum screaming her name. She wasn’t going to leave any of them now. Clara needed her.
Her wings were on her back and she was flying to where she could sense Stephanie’s energy. And it was scary because it was only her.
Tresicta had taken Kieran somewhere only she knew. Even after centuries her spot was still here. Faraway and close at the same time. It was hard being a Luvinan before compared to now. They all loved each other now it seemed. She didn’t care. Faraway from civilization and still close to see everything.
She had thought that the Luvinan would be stronger. Some things never changed. She looked at the prone body on the ground of the forest she had taken shelter in. She straddled his abdomen and looked down at him.
“Who’s the best the King asked?
Who do you think? The Leader replied.
All of us? Asked the President.
Debatable the overlord replied.
Home world home to all
Far and wide welcoming.
Strength to all. Strength in one.
Unity of all quads”.
A simple song that had been there during her time. Unity was a myth, it didn’t exist. There was a saying that villains aren’t born, they’re made. That wasn’t entirely true. She was born into a lot of hate, not hate from others, but hate from within themselves.
Her mum? She couldn’t remember. Someone had said that being born a Luvinan all her whole life she’d be at a disadvantage. She had still been young and didn’t want to follow the already set way that they were all following. You were born a Luvinan so you were at a disadvantage, bound to be bullied. Had to turn evil because of the way things were.
It was disgusting and she didn’t want to fit into the stereotype.
So a change was in order and going to Tempa seemed like a good idea. It wasn’t all peace between all quads and all non Tempans were watched like a hawk, but she was the only one who didn’t receive the treatment so that was good.
They really didn’t really relate with others. She didn’t even talk to other Luvinans. She was mostly by herself and aside from the constant surveillance Tempa was a breath of fresh air. She didn’t feel like being in Luvina anymore.
“You!” she looked up from her notes to him.
“Problem?” she asked on guard she didn’t want this to get violent. She had heard stories.
“You’re always by yourself. Why’s that?”
He seemed to be posturing. Probably Elementan or Savan.
“I like to be by myself”.
“All you Luvinans like to do that” he stated with a sigh.
“Safer” she murmured.
“Come hang out with us” he said.
She looked at him. Tall, a little bit muscular and short strawberry blonde hair. He was pleasing to look at and he was nice, offering companionship. But he had said us, so there were more. The question was would they be like him. Would she be willing to take that chance?
She was.
The guy was called Toret and he was Elementan and he hung out with others from different quadrants. It was good, they welcomed her warmly and she didn’t receive suspicious looks. It was cool and she felt like she could let her guard down around them which she did.
She learnt not to believe the stereotypes. Everyone is their own person.
They were her friends throughout her entire stay in Tempa. They worked together, trained together, completed tasks and did everything else friends did. There was no problem, then there was something that happened. She was in a place that she wasn’t meant to be.
She had said she wasn’t going to hang out with them, but there was a last minute change and they were in the research hall and as she approached she could hear the conversation.
“Why do we even hang out with her?” Bruella the Savan in their group had asked.
“My parents said that they are all the same. They’ll lure you into the sense of false security and the attack” Gwenden the Tempan had agreed with his distant cousin. “Why did you even ask her to join us? You know what she is?”
“When are you going to tell her you can no longer be friends with her?” Bruella chimed in a crafty smile adorning her lips.
Toret had been silent the entire time. He only smiled as they continued to drag her name down and he did nothing.
That hurt. That really hurt.
They were right about one thing.
She was going to snap.
And snap she did.
“Hey” Toret waved her over.
She didn’t acknowledge him. She continued throwing her scythe and catching it back.
“Well you’ve been in a mood for the past days”.
Yes she had been in a mood. Why would she want to hang out with people who she just recently found out didn’t like her after all their time together. She had to stay by herself to calm down so she wouldn’t go ballistic.
“Needed some time alone”.
“You know you can tell us….well me anything”.
She could see the other two murmuring between themselves.
“Something cold will get her in a better mood” Bruella said with a smile.
She had been so blind? If she hadn’t overheard them yesterday she’d think this relationship was true.
“What do you say Tresicta?” Gwenden asked.
She caught her scythe and it disappeared.
“Tempting” she grinned. “But I have something better” she suggested.
“What’s that?” Toret asked.
She turned to him and her hand came down onto his chest hard and with a blast he was in the hands of his friends all of them falling onto their butts.
“What was that Tresicta?!” Gwenden demanded getting onto his feet.
“I told you” Bruella growled. “She was just waiting…”
Tresicta jumped into the air scythe in her hand she was aiming for her neck. The word sister be damned into the deep depths of Sava.
Gwenden was in front of Bruella and he shot lightning at her. She laughed as it shocked her and she was on the ground convulsing, still laughing.
“You think this is funny?!” Bruella questioned above her.
Not too long her body absorbed the lighting and instead of the white and blue she was sparking, it was green now.
“I’ll call the….”
He received a shock right to his chest. He could give it, but he couldn’t take it which she found hilarious. She thought honestly that he’d be immune to it.
She had focused too much on him and she felt a cold sticky substance on her hand. Looking down it was some kind of goop, slime. It was Bruella.
She couldn’t even absorb before she was shot more of the slime and it was heavy and weighing her down. She could already see the cracks on the ground. Toret was back on his feet.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
She didn’t know if it was for her or Bruella.
Gwenden was back and he shot at her this time and if she wasn’t absorbing it, it was going to hurt. Instead of absorbing it and giving it back, as it came she deflected it to other places and all the slime was gone from her body.
“You’re asking me what’s wrong?” she laughed. “What’s wrong with you three?”
“There’s no need to talk. She’ll be in the hands of the law soon” Bruella said. “She just prove us right”.
“Yes!!” she screamed. “That’s what I’m doing. Proving you right. If you didn’t want me around you should have said something instead of stringing me along!” she no longer cared for any of them. Maybe that was the curse of being Luvinan.
“Did we lie?” Gwenden asked folding his arms. He looked like he’d fall anytime soon.
“I heard what you said about me” she put her head down. “There was no need to reach out to me if you had that view about me you animals!!” she looked up her eyes glowing green.
Gwenden was sparking up and she could see Gruella with her slime. Toret was the only one not looking like he wanted to fight. At a time like this he wanted to look innocent.
“Disgusting” she said removing her earring.
“You said something that day about the way I dressed Gwenden. You mentioned my earrings too. Have a closer look” she dropped it on the floor. Before it made it to the ground it got bigger and now it was taller than the four of them.
The piece of steel levitated and began to spin.
It raised their hair and everything around them. Tresicta had her feet planted to the ground firmly, unmoving. Not like the rest who were struggling to stay on their feet and try not to get sucked into the spinning butterfly steel jewelry.
“Tresicta you have to stop!!” Toret yelled.
“No I don’t think I do” she replied.
Gwenden shot at her again and she shot it back to the spinning blade and as it moved it went everywhere shocking everything far and wide.
Bruella shot at it, but it just sent slime everywhere.
“STOP RIGHT THERE!!!” she heard a professional voice say. She turned around and there were men in uniforms and helmets. “Stop what you’re doing!!” he ordered.
“I’m not planning to” and the butterfly spun faster. She took a deep breath and for a while everything was silent. She absorbed from all the energy around her. From the earth, to the atmosphere and fellow supernaturals. And when she let go, the electricity that the steel had absorbed also released and what resulted was a massive blast destroying the area of land and the surroundings leaving a sunken piece of land in its place.
When everything cleared there was only a lot of bloody bodies and no Tresicta.
After that she made the news. One person can’t just cause all that destruction and then it would be ignored. There was a hunt for her. She had done it on Tempan grounds and had hurt a Savan and an Elementan.
Even her own quadrant was looking for her before others could get her. Apparently she had made things worse and wanted her to face consequences of her actions. Turns out you can’t just hurt different citizens, on different grounds, with officials and destroying an administrative building were multiple offences. That should have been taught to all of them.
Oh well. Looked like everyone wanted her dead and she wasn’t going to take it sitting down. She was sick of all of them. Luvinans didn’t like themselves and others didn’t like themselves either. They were all too bad for home world to exist. A renovation needed to be done.
Out with the old, in with the new world order. She would destroy the place and build it up again. How would she do that? She’d have an answer when she was done.
The question was how to destroy all of home world at once. The point was a nice place to start. That place already had a lot of power, she wondered what a little surge would do. Turned out it could do a lot.
The blast was wonderful explosion. To see everything happening in harmonious synchronization. She had never seen anything beautiful. She had put on a show for all of home world to see.
What had happened next was unexpected. She never thought she’d see the say when all of home world would come together to take on a common enemy. A shame that it had happened too late. The time they used to get ready was the time she used to discover herself.
She needed an army and she had just herself. Her blast…..multiple blasts so powerful took time to absorb. They had strategists in all quadrants so she needed something. Boredom, because she was by herself now was her only company. And she found out she could create. Not like Supernaturals. But creatures made from energy. Some of the disgusting things she had seen. They barely had a face and couldn’t speak and no brain power but that would suffice.
She could do other things too. She had two spirit animals. A peacock and the new addition a butterfly, but not just the regular ones that could tear of paper. They were made of steel and they could cut. They were unlimited in number and looking closer they had summoning seals on them. She could get anything from them. Her creatures and weapons.
Training with their numbers they could form a cloud of sorts, a huge cloud, really massive. And with that she was set.
She heard the Savan war music from where she had taken up residence.
“It’s time” she had told herself. Her peacock wings left her back and formed on her head like a crown of sorts and she marched forward so they could all meet their doom.
Look like they had all underestimated her. She could feel their sudden shift in energy at the sight of the moving and static cloud. It got funnier as the creatures dropped and didn’t even take a breather as they attacked and the creatures didn’t stop.
The allied attacks went back and she thought she’d show-off a little. The chains were new. The summoning seals really did some good. And with the unlimited steel butterflies that went about cutting and slicing through she was invincible. And what god would she be if she didn’t have a throne?
Melding some butterflies to make a huge throne showed off her talents.
Things became uncomfortable when she went head to head with all figure heads of each quadrant. Her former leader was who she felt for. He was such a disgrace. And did she forget to mention her peacock feathers could make a crown and also a fan she could attach to her scythe. She was particularly blood thirsty.
For her inexperience, she made up with power and the battle went on and on. Then she began to feel it. Slowness creeping up on her, when she didn’t feel tired. She was Supernatural for stars sake. They could all see that and were surprisingly fighting in harmony. Looks like she wasn’t the only one using her time to train.
But that wasn’t her problem. She could take all of them, but that slowness made it easy for her to be trapped in a barrier and then they all shot their attacks from the top to her. That enraged her and she held it on longer before she blasted all of them.
She struggled back to her throne and oversaw the chaos. She was the one who did all of that. And she felt proud. Bringing a butterfly and looking into the reflective wings, she was deathly pale. She wasn’t even going to think about the problem. If she was going to die, she was going to take everyone with her. She was going to wipe out the entire Supernatural race.
She stood straight and drew energy from everything she could touch. Maybe because she was close to death she could feel everything strongly. So sensitive against her skin and her insides. She pulled everything inside and she kept taking more inside. She wasn’t sure why anyone hadn’t attacked yet. The creatures weren’t that smart. Maybe they were.
She absorbed and did that till she felt a stream of blood go up her throat. That was when she let go.
She didn’t know what happened, but she knew she was around. The little balance between consciousness and unconsciousness. She couldn’t really see or talk, but she was awake. When she did open her eyes was when she felt a strong energy force. Her consciousness reached for it.
And now she was a host in another body.
Kieran stirred underneath her.
She leaned closer to his face and as soon as he opened his eyes, he attacked. Most Supernaturals couldn’t see telepathic and telekinetic waves, but she could. She raised her hand above his forehead and they just hung in the air before they could get to her and she brought it back on him sending those waves back to his brain making him groan.
“Now that is over, look into my eyes” she said placing her hand on his nape and making contact with his own eyes which glowed green. There was no interruption and she could finally accomplish what she had set out to do.
Danny gasped sliding onto her knees as she saw Stephanie on the ground awake, unbothered that she was in a way crucified.
“S-Steph…..what….where’s Kieran?”
“Did Clara do this?” she asked.
Stephanie didn’t reply.
“I’ll remove it” she said already holding it and it was cold to touch. Not freezing cold, but she couldn’t feel her fingers.
“Don’t touch it” the princess whispered. “The medical unit will be here soon” she told her. And that was the truth. Seconds later there was a ship hovering above them and groups of people jumping out to help Stephanie.
“Your Highness, where do you hurt?” Stephanie didn’t answer and didn’t flinch as the sword was pulled out from her stab wound. She was wrapped with multiple bandages and then levitated towards the ship.
“That wasn’t Clara” Stephanie looked to Danny. “She told me her name and she said Tresicta”.
Danny gasped. “She took Kieran. Find him”.
“Wait!” Danny yelled, but was stopped by the medical unit.
“You can’t follow” and they were beamed back onto the ship.
She was alone right now. Clara….Tresicta was…..she didn’t know what to make of it. Stephanie had been beaten, worse than when they faced that scorpion together. Kieran was missing and her parents wanted her gone. She didn’t know how home world worked.
Where would she go from here?