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Princess Ruye Etarn, daughter and heir to the throne to the Emperor Haru Etarn, leader of the Tribal Empire of Kro Var space. For as long as she could remember her father had always attempted to force her down the path he chose for her. Why was she so special? Why was she so important to his corrupt and inept government? She literally had dozens of siblings for him to choose from and he remained so stubborn it had to be her, because of all her siblings she was the only one whose hands could shape nature itself. To be honest, she had no interest in safe guarding the secrets of the Empire; she didn't want to learn the political nightmare her father had concocted. She just wanted to be herself and free.
Even with shaping did her father stubbornly attempt to force upon her his style. Just as she was forced into being the heir of his Empire, to be taught his politics’, his secrets. Even with all the royal pampering she didn't want any of it, and for it she has earned the scorn of her brothers and sisters; all jealous of her nightmare. If it was under her control, she'd gladly give her curse to them if they wanted it so bad. To have her father's attention was like having sand rubbed into ones wounds, or being crushed beneath a bolder. He was truly like the earth in that he utterly buried you with himself, and decomposed your existence until you were just like him.
No, she was the wind, a substance her father could not decay. Though she could move no Mountains, as with her home, through the ages one can see how even the will of the mountain is eroded away into fine sand with the will of the sky. That was her home, in the air where the birds lived, so far up above the land of which mortals toiled the earth. It was ironic in this way, that her father was a man of stone, and not of the sky; where gods walked. No, her father was simply a man. She though, would be different as Empress; that being if she choose to be Empress.
If she were though, she would remain true to her nature, and reveal all the hideous secrets of her father's Empire, as the wind does when it unburies the stones beneath, revealing animals of an age long lost. But like a gust of wind, she felt if she did eventually do so, the old supporters would bring her to an end. But she knew, even in a short reign as she envisioned, the tales that travel through the air of common folk, her truths would spread like a lie does, and bring an Empire to fire.
All this she dreamed late in the night, randomly as her dreams were, going about in all sorts of turns, twists, and directions, once again as free as the wind. A gentle breeze filled her room and across her soft skin, exposed in her bed, to what her opened window brought in from high in the mountains. She stirred to a cold chill, and she cringed slightly. She turned towards the breeze, where moon light lit her face in the darkness that surrounded her.
Suddenly, dark eyes opened up, alert and awake. She laid there for some time, simply looking up to the sky and mountains. Thinking her thoughts. That's when she decided she would leave the Palace once again. With a rustling of her bed sheets, she sat up, and got out of bed; still in her gown. With a flick of her wrist a small gust of wind rushed out of her closet, opening the doors, and she walked over to pull on a dark robe. She got ready to leave, but as she did so her door opened with one of her only friends in the entire Palace.
It was one of the many servants who swore loyalty to the Emperor, to protect and ensure that his children and all things within the Palace were kept safe. It was made out to be a very honorable occupation, and it probably was to them. But she looked upon them with sorrow, wishing that they were not deceived as they had been. One such servant was Caris, who felt like a little sister to Ruye, a young girl at about 12 whom she pretty much grew up with, and spent her life with. She recognized the look she gave her, and it left a pit in her stomach. She bit her lip, as neither spoke a word.
Finally Ruye whispered to her, "I'll be back, I promise." And with a final glance at the frail child Ruye leaped out of her window, falling from the high towers of the Palace. Though she felt bad about leaving her only friend once again, the Rogue Princess couldn't help to smile as the ground raced towards her. She loved the thrill of danger, because she knew her father would probably have a heart attack if he didn't know enough about his daughter. Her arms and legs were to her sides to increase her speed, while she leaned to change direction, and avoided the cliff faces of the mountains.
As the ground became nearer, her robe flailing behind her to the torrential wind, howling in her ears, Ruye quickly spread herself out quickly and twisted in the air as she made a cushion of air just beneath her. She gracefully touched down on a flat area at the base of the mountain range as if she had done it a thousand times before, probably because she has. Her cloak wrapped around her as she rose, and put up the hood. In a small nook near her, there was a pack full of things she might need, from dried food, to commoner clothes or weapons. She strapped on the small pack, and went trekking through the mountain pass until she found the path to the nearest village.
She strolled through the empty roads surrounded by the homes of the citizen's to an Emperor who kept from them the secrets to how things of metal had reached worlds beyond Kro Var. The same hypocritical government who told them possession of such technology was illegal. Ruye would much rather be in ignorance, than to know the secrets and be forced to have them sealed. She wished that someday she could tell these poor unfortunate people, depraved the religious truth that condemned the church of the Empire to Kro Var’s conception of Hell.
She, being careful that no one was awake to see her, found a seemingly abandoned home and found a way in silently. But it wasn't abandoned. As she climbed in from a window upstairs, she found a group of people sleeping on the floor, which she had just disturbed. Wide eyed, they recognized her. Those that were awake enough, scrambled to their knees and bowed. She whispered to them not to, but loudly they continued. She began to step out of the window, while they started a commotion. Now whether or not she intended to, others had been woken up, and soon pretty much the whole village, knew that she was the Princess, and once again she had escaped the Palace. She jumped down and started to run.
Looks like she would be running this adventure in the night rather than in the morning. As more commotion occurred, authorities obviously were woken up as well, and they began to give chase to the cloaked individual, assuming that she was a criminal rather than a royal, as they hadn't been given the chance to wake up enough and find out what the commotion was about. Behind her, soldiers with swords and clubs ran after her. They of course, could never catch up to her. She was a child of the wind, and thus ran as fast as it. Running was all she knew in her adventures; they could not beat her at her own game.
Eventually, over the course of several days, the chase came to one conclusion, that she had to find a better place to hide. That better place eventually happened to be a cargo ship. It didn't look like much, and probably wouldn't look space worthy to a more advanced culture, but the Kro Var Freighter was nonetheless the mode of transportation for many items of Kro Var; which included stowaways. Little did she know, in her hasty attempt to avoid the authorities that were searching for her, that the pilot was just about ready to leave.
She hid in the cockpit, where she didn’t think anyone would look, as the cargo bay would most likely be the very first place they searched if they figured out where she was hiding in. But as luck would have it, accidentally she hit something on the control panel, and just as the pilot was returning the engines had been activated and the autopilot had been engaged. Startled by this, Ruye quickly attempted to fix the problem and merely dropped the cargo from the bay, much to the pilot’s dismay. With a look of abject horror the little girl watched as her massive hiding place began to lurch upward, and spiral to align itself with its destination.
She felt sick from the great vibrations of the engines, and the swirling movement of the ship moving. But as the dots of light came into view against the black canvas, she quickly forgot about the unnatural feel of the ships movement. If she didn’t already know the secrets behind the ships ability, she would seriously have doubted this hunk of metal would fly by air shaping. It just didn’t feel… correct. She squirmed slightly to its thought, but didn’t think much of it as she was awed by the dazzling sky.
Then, there was more fright, as the image began to stretch, and then suddenly jump forward. She screamed at the unknown, unsure of what to think quite yet. But after a few hours staring at it, she decided it was harmless, and thus stable enough for her to tolerate. It would be a long trip from Kro Var to Dathomir, her unknown location, and she often slept upon the cold metal floor in front of that strange window, where the stars fused together as one, with shards of light shiny off from its center point. It eventually came to be, that this was her only comfort.
Much time would pass, until this ‘comfort’ vanished. In its place, an orb made of colors fell below, of what her father had told her, was a planet, or world beyond Kro Var. She watched as it gradually grew larger, until she could feel her decent upon the world. Soon, a strange comet would fall from the sky of Dathomir, and certain females spooked by its landing would go to see it at its destination.
Tired of being cooped up inside the ship, she slowly walked out to the alien air.
Princess Ruye Etarn, daughter and heir to the throne to the Emperor Haru Etarn, leader of the Tribal Empire of Kro Var space. For as long as she could remember her father had always attempted to force her down the path he chose for her. Why was she so special? Why was she so important to his corrupt and inept government? She literally had dozens of siblings for him to choose from and he remained so stubborn it had to be her, because of all her siblings she was the only one whose hands could shape nature itself. To be honest, she had no interest in safe guarding the secrets of the Empire; she didn't want to learn the political nightmare her father had concocted. She just wanted to be herself and free.
Even with shaping did her father stubbornly attempt to force upon her his style. Just as she was forced into being the heir of his Empire, to be taught his politics’, his secrets. Even with all the royal pampering she didn't want any of it, and for it she has earned the scorn of her brothers and sisters; all jealous of her nightmare. If it was under her control, she'd gladly give her curse to them if they wanted it so bad. To have her father's attention was like having sand rubbed into ones wounds, or being crushed beneath a bolder. He was truly like the earth in that he utterly buried you with himself, and decomposed your existence until you were just like him.
No, she was the wind, a substance her father could not decay. Though she could move no Mountains, as with her home, through the ages one can see how even the will of the mountain is eroded away into fine sand with the will of the sky. That was her home, in the air where the birds lived, so far up above the land of which mortals toiled the earth. It was ironic in this way, that her father was a man of stone, and not of the sky; where gods walked. No, her father was simply a man. She though, would be different as Empress; that being if she choose to be Empress.
If she were though, she would remain true to her nature, and reveal all the hideous secrets of her father's Empire, as the wind does when it unburies the stones beneath, revealing animals of an age long lost. But like a gust of wind, she felt if she did eventually do so, the old supporters would bring her to an end. But she knew, even in a short reign as she envisioned, the tales that travel through the air of common folk, her truths would spread like a lie does, and bring an Empire to fire.
All this she dreamed late in the night, randomly as her dreams were, going about in all sorts of turns, twists, and directions, once again as free as the wind. A gentle breeze filled her room and across her soft skin, exposed in her bed, to what her opened window brought in from high in the mountains. She stirred to a cold chill, and she cringed slightly. She turned towards the breeze, where moon light lit her face in the darkness that surrounded her.
Suddenly, dark eyes opened up, alert and awake. She laid there for some time, simply looking up to the sky and mountains. Thinking her thoughts. That's when she decided she would leave the Palace once again. With a rustling of her bed sheets, she sat up, and got out of bed; still in her gown. With a flick of her wrist a small gust of wind rushed out of her closet, opening the doors, and she walked over to pull on a dark robe. She got ready to leave, but as she did so her door opened with one of her only friends in the entire Palace.
It was one of the many servants who swore loyalty to the Emperor, to protect and ensure that his children and all things within the Palace were kept safe. It was made out to be a very honorable occupation, and it probably was to them. But she looked upon them with sorrow, wishing that they were not deceived as they had been. One such servant was Caris, who felt like a little sister to Ruye, a young girl at about 12 whom she pretty much grew up with, and spent her life with. She recognized the look she gave her, and it left a pit in her stomach. She bit her lip, as neither spoke a word.
Finally Ruye whispered to her, "I'll be back, I promise." And with a final glance at the frail child Ruye leaped out of her window, falling from the high towers of the Palace. Though she felt bad about leaving her only friend once again, the Rogue Princess couldn't help to smile as the ground raced towards her. She loved the thrill of danger, because she knew her father would probably have a heart attack if he didn't know enough about his daughter. Her arms and legs were to her sides to increase her speed, while she leaned to change direction, and avoided the cliff faces of the mountains.
As the ground became nearer, her robe flailing behind her to the torrential wind, howling in her ears, Ruye quickly spread herself out quickly and twisted in the air as she made a cushion of air just beneath her. She gracefully touched down on a flat area at the base of the mountain range as if she had done it a thousand times before, probably because she has. Her cloak wrapped around her as she rose, and put up the hood. In a small nook near her, there was a pack full of things she might need, from dried food, to commoner clothes or weapons. She strapped on the small pack, and went trekking through the mountain pass until she found the path to the nearest village.
She strolled through the empty roads surrounded by the homes of the citizen's to an Emperor who kept from them the secrets to how things of metal had reached worlds beyond Kro Var. The same hypocritical government who told them possession of such technology was illegal. Ruye would much rather be in ignorance, than to know the secrets and be forced to have them sealed. She wished that someday she could tell these poor unfortunate people, depraved the religious truth that condemned the church of the Empire to Kro Var’s conception of Hell.
She, being careful that no one was awake to see her, found a seemingly abandoned home and found a way in silently. But it wasn't abandoned. As she climbed in from a window upstairs, she found a group of people sleeping on the floor, which she had just disturbed. Wide eyed, they recognized her. Those that were awake enough, scrambled to their knees and bowed. She whispered to them not to, but loudly they continued. She began to step out of the window, while they started a commotion. Now whether or not she intended to, others had been woken up, and soon pretty much the whole village, knew that she was the Princess, and once again she had escaped the Palace. She jumped down and started to run.
Looks like she would be running this adventure in the night rather than in the morning. As more commotion occurred, authorities obviously were woken up as well, and they began to give chase to the cloaked individual, assuming that she was a criminal rather than a royal, as they hadn't been given the chance to wake up enough and find out what the commotion was about. Behind her, soldiers with swords and clubs ran after her. They of course, could never catch up to her. She was a child of the wind, and thus ran as fast as it. Running was all she knew in her adventures; they could not beat her at her own game.
Eventually, over the course of several days, the chase came to one conclusion, that she had to find a better place to hide. That better place eventually happened to be a cargo ship. It didn't look like much, and probably wouldn't look space worthy to a more advanced culture, but the Kro Var Freighter was nonetheless the mode of transportation for many items of Kro Var; which included stowaways. Little did she know, in her hasty attempt to avoid the authorities that were searching for her, that the pilot was just about ready to leave.
She hid in the cockpit, where she didn’t think anyone would look, as the cargo bay would most likely be the very first place they searched if they figured out where she was hiding in. But as luck would have it, accidentally she hit something on the control panel, and just as the pilot was returning the engines had been activated and the autopilot had been engaged. Startled by this, Ruye quickly attempted to fix the problem and merely dropped the cargo from the bay, much to the pilot’s dismay. With a look of abject horror the little girl watched as her massive hiding place began to lurch upward, and spiral to align itself with its destination.
She felt sick from the great vibrations of the engines, and the swirling movement of the ship moving. But as the dots of light came into view against the black canvas, she quickly forgot about the unnatural feel of the ships movement. If she didn’t already know the secrets behind the ships ability, she would seriously have doubted this hunk of metal would fly by air shaping. It just didn’t feel… correct. She squirmed slightly to its thought, but didn’t think much of it as she was awed by the dazzling sky.
Then, there was more fright, as the image began to stretch, and then suddenly jump forward. She screamed at the unknown, unsure of what to think quite yet. But after a few hours staring at it, she decided it was harmless, and thus stable enough for her to tolerate. It would be a long trip from Kro Var to Dathomir, her unknown location, and she often slept upon the cold metal floor in front of that strange window, where the stars fused together as one, with shards of light shiny off from its center point. It eventually came to be, that this was her only comfort.
Much time would pass, until this ‘comfort’ vanished. In its place, an orb made of colors fell below, of what her father had told her, was a planet, or world beyond Kro Var. She watched as it gradually grew larger, until she could feel her decent upon the world. Soon, a strange comet would fall from the sky of Dathomir, and certain females spooked by its landing would go to see it at its destination.
Tired of being cooped up inside the ship, she slowly walked out to the alien air.
