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Inside her room was a bright naive child-like wondrous world of color. Her wings were a brilliant white, her skin a fair ivory color, her hair a glorious coffee brown and her eyes a cobalt blue. In her hand was a wooden toy sword and before her was a bag mannequin, holding its own shield and mace. Her stance stood firm, a foot before her and a foot back. The decoy stood no chance as the flying zip came before it could react. Finally, the toy sword took its aim and removed the soldier's head off its shoulders. The flier bounced from the corner of her room and behind the mannequin, her sword stabbing into the flimsy backing of the doll. Once the bag fell to the floor in defeat, the girl removed her sword and folded her wings.

An applause erupted the silence. Out of the shadows came a darker skinned Aviarian with mint green wings and brown curly hair pulled into a tight bun behind her head. "Good job, Ludibrio," said the Aviarian. "Though your speed could use some more control."

On her body was silver armor, the crest of the royal kingdom broad on her chest: a pair of wings that carried a heater shield with two curves at the very top. The shield itself was colored in four equal parts; a fiery red, a calming arctic, a pearlescent white and an enlightening yellow.

The princess bowed her head to show appreciation of her praise. "You taught me the best there is, Captain," the princess said gratefully. "And I've more to teach you as you grow," the woman added.

The captain moved to the head of the mannequin and lifted it from the floor. She placed the removable head back to the piston neck that carried it. A click settled the jawline into place and the decoy was ready to take another battle under its fabric purple wings- whose nocks were coming loose anyways.

She kneeled and patted the princess's hair down and smiled. "Why worry about fighting when you're so young?" She inquired. "Enjoy your youth. One day, it will be the most precious thing you own..."

The princess smiled back brightly. "Promise me you'll live through every moment. I want to see you flourish like the winged warrior you are." Ludibrio pondered for a long moment. Then she nodded with the same caring grin; "I promise, Vigilia..."

#WIP project #original story #Of A Feather #my ocs #oc story #OC series #fantasy #war #demons #possession #royalty #betrayal #siblinghood #family trauma #sibling trauma #war trauma #marriage trauma #death trauma #just a lot of goddamn trauma #istg this project has taken me over a decade to finally start writing

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“When can you expect it?” Rimo asked quietly. “The gods are unpredictable. The last to exist cause misery,” Fimer whispered. “They are the only ones left. And they will destroy everything.”

Rimo examined the delicately whittled doll in his hand, small enough to fit within his chubby fingers. "Our death?" Rimo inquired, gazing up at his older brother. Fimer responded calmly, grasping Rimo's free hand. "No, Rimo," he reassured him. "Theirs."

#Gods Help Them #might just be a The Last Guardian copy idk