"Do you swear to tell the truth, only the truth, and nothing but the truth?" A woman asked both Steve and Natasha as they stood in front of many politicians and higher ups.
"Yes," they said at the same time. They sat down.
"I don't know what else th...
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Prologue
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Cries rang throughout the castle of Orveon. To those who could hear them, it was a symbol of joy. Their new princess was healthy and letting the world know.
Queen Liara, my mother, looked down at my small form. I was still a pale purple, small scales adjourning different areas of my body.
"She's beautiful," my mother whispered, "Oh, look at her little scales."
"The perfect princess," my father - King Holden- agreed, "Now all she needs is a name."
My mother tilted her head. They hadn't come up with a name for me yet, they wanted to wait until I was born to see if it would fit.
"(Y/n)," she decided, "(Y/n) Vala Altovar."
"A wonderful choice, my light. Rest now, let to doctors take care of her. I'll go inform Varian of his sister's health."
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"Mother, Father, will I ever leave Orveon?" I looked up at my parents with wide, innocent eyes.
It was a question I had been wanting to ask for a while now. I had never felt entirely at home on my planet. Even though was the princess. There was something missing, something off.
At first, I thought it was because I wasn't going to be queen. I wasn't destined to rule and that made me feel off, but my young mind put the pieces together. I was destined to do great work elsewhere.
We had no wars on my planet, no quarrels, everything was peaceful. It was wonderful, but frustrating. I knew I would grow up and have a boring life, without excitement. I would never have to work, never have to fight for anything I wanted, I would be fed from a silver spoon.
My parents let out nervous laugh. It was my father who spoke, "Why would you want to leave? You have everything you could ever want here."
"I know father, but I want to work, I want to fight-"
"Oh no, no, no darling," my Mother picked me up, resting me on her hip, "You know we don't fight on this planet. We strive for peace and balance. We only train ou to fight because not everyone hold our ideals, and if something happens you must protect yourself."
"I know but-"
"Darling, why don't you show us the magic you've been working on?" My father distracted me.
I squealed, letting my mother put me down before I grabbed my parent's hands and led them to the training room.
The one thing I put all of my effort into was training. It was my outlet. If I couldn't leave, I couldn't rule, and I couldn't fight in wars we didn't have, I could train.
