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I can vividly recall my first day at this 'prestigious academy…’
I was asking my father about my upcoming entrance into Sunnyside Royal Academy, a school exclusively for royals like me, yet ironically also very unlike myself.
"Father, would they not try and injure me?" I asked.
"They would, my child. But you must not let them get in your way." He replied.
His FAT and THICK titties (pecs) were covering my entire point of view (she's being sarcastic btw), gold chains jingled softly as he leaned down towards me. His tangled black mane of hair curls down his back like dark waves streaked with gray. He dons a gold sash, and atop his head is the crown, fitting for a King.
"What if...what if I don't want to fight them? I just want to go in there normally."
"You have no choice, my dear. They will still try to hold you down. The best thing to do is to eliminate them on the spot," he held his hands up to my face and cupped my cheeks, "I promise you, it will work. You just have to get them, then you are free to enter."
I would soon realize that my request was excessively naïve.
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RING!!!! RING!!!!!
The sounds of the alarms screech into the ears of all students & staff in Sunnyside. Panicked whispers, screams, teachers commanding students to evacuate all clatter together in a noise of chaos and disorder. A security breach hacked into the systems of the school's technology, the gates are wide open; the yells of mortal guards can be heard faintly outside.
"Attention all students & staff, there has been a breach in the academy. Please evacuate to the nearest exit or hide in a safe area-"
"Find the intruder- NOW!" Head Guard Estelaria's voice boomed outside.
Every sword swing: dodged. Every guard: gutted. The figure was like a sentient blade, literally, it went through the hearts of the guards, leaving a swift but violent aftermath.
Blood was splattered. On the walls. On the floors. On the gates. The organs of the guards sputtered out like crazy. Estelaria, the trained high & mighty guard... couldn't keep up???? WHAT.
Thunder storms slowly ensue, winds get stronger. While everyone else in the school were seeking safety, the fight continued on until most of the guards were severely injured or dead.
The figure had fled its way into the ground, disappearing at sight. Estelaria grunts in rage. It melts like tar, it slips into the cracks and into the soil beneath, it moves like ants, ready to conquer its quest, heading into the school.
"Everyone! Move to the back of the school, we must stick together!" A woman with her sun-like hair wrapped in a bun exclaimed. Her features were contorted in a shocked expression.
No....NO. It can't be...we must get them out- She thought to herself.
Oh Headmistress, you should be relieved I did not actually harm your precious students.
A bunch of Royals huddled together, in small groups or alone. A violet-haired girl dressed in the finest of modern Star fashion eyes widened, she clung onto a green haired girl- Flora Royal, presumably as the ground quakes.
Well one of them. Heh.
A Water Royal stumbles in fear, hyperventilating. A Wind Royal, who wasn't paying mind to the thunder and "noise" outside, stood frozen; next to him an Ice Royal yelled: "ZEPHYR DO SOMETHING-"
A tentacle shoots out from the ground; nearly hitting him twice, and almost hurting two Shadow Royals at the corner, the brother pushing the sister away. The mysterious figure from before rises from the darkness, black smoke fills the air as if Death itself seems to be in this room.
Looks of fear etched onto every royal in the room. Glass shatters, walls crack. How could you not be afraid, when a school as "safe" as this is breached so easily?
Two Solar Royals huddle close to that woman. Well, actually the boy is hiding under the desk, the girl is pulling him out to escape. Supposedly, she was their guardian, or mother or something. An older one looked worried but scowled at his fearful cousins. A Scent Royal hugs a Reflection Royal close to her, A Sorcery one shields them. A stupid Time Royal attempted to record it at first, but his friend slapped the phone out of his hand before dodging the incoming tentacles.
The figure starts to take shape. The dark ink turns into hair, as it forms into lovely, luscious curls. Pure white skin becomes visible to the eye as it becomes more...human. The skin is sterile, untouched, the Ice Kingdom would break if skin like that was touched. The dress in question comes into the picture, revealing an obsidian black dress, adorned with gold patterns & at least two gold big pins. One on the chest. One on the waist.
...This was such a bore.
The shoulders of the dress hold high like its user's head. It was like watching a monster transform into its beautiful human disguise.
The figure's eyes open, its eyes were black with white pupils. Its face was toned with a sharp chin. The expression was distant; reluctant, even.
This is stupid, why am I even here?