Stories I never fukin finished

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2

In which Orb Weaver befriends the

Northern prince and learns that maybe

The North's queen isn't that bad.

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Orb Weaver held her mother's talon tightly as she and a few guards made their way through snow that reached up to their abdomens. This meant that the little princess was barely able to peek above the snow on her hind legs. That was why her mother had to lift her up with her arm as she waded through the puffy substance. ''Queen Famine is going to meet us..'' She turned, the crunching of snow filling their ears as she neared a weird looking tree. ''Here. Lady War and Lady Pestilence will be with her, she thought you should meet her kin.'' The Western kingdom's queen spoke. Wow, Queen Famine had two sisters? She was either really strong, or really old, and both possibilities were quite threatening to Weaver. One of the guards that accompanied them looked up as three large shadows blocked out what little sunlight crept through the big clouds. They looked like giant bats, but one solid shape instead of what looked like multiple. The Queen of this kingdom landed roughly on the snow, her sisters landing beside her and setting their arms down.

''Queen Barley. How have you been?'' Famine spoke. The Northern kingdom, being a fellow colder area, adapted to have wings and large feet that kept them above the snow. The Western kingdom just had thick fur and feathers and were just all around warm. Queen Famine didn't blend in at all, but she was so huge that nobody would dare mess with her. She was intimidating. Weaver hid behind her mother wearily, but nobody seemed to notice.

''I have been well, friend. I don't recall you ever meeting my daughter, correct?'' Barely asked, looking to her side to see her daughter nervously standing beside her. ''Cheer up dear, Famine wouldn't hurt you. Afterall, she tolerates me!'' The queen chuckled, lifting the young princess from her snowy case and holding her before Famine.

''Hello small child.'' The queen spoke in a monotone voice, unlike the friendlier and kid-friendly voice her family spoke to her with. ''You are my closest friend's spawn. Which means you are a friend too.'' She patted Weaver's masked forehead gently, although the expression on the queen's face looked like it could kill. ''What is your birth title?''

''Uhm- My- My name is Weaver. Orb Weaver, miss queen.'' The mostly white dragon muttered. Famine looked at her eye, then gave an awkward smile.

''Right. We'll head to the castle where your mother and I will discuss things that you don't need to worry about yet. Such as death and war.''

''Famine!'' Queen Barley shrieked.

''Apologies. You and a maid will search for my son, wherever he is, and I'll allow him to stop training early to explore some of the palace with you.'' The powerful dragoness spoke, her voice like thunder and her wings that were attached to her limbs making her look absolutely massive. It was a while of silence before The princess's arm was grasped and pulled out of her snowy prison. She kicked herself up and off of her belly, running beside her mother until they reached a path that was, conveniently, made of stone and snow free. ''Up ahead, small child. The palace is near.'' She was faster than the pair because she easily stood above the snow with her long and thick talons, like a snowshoe hare or a lynx. She did seem to somewhat care, though, as she constantly looked back at them when she felt she was getting too far.

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Unlike the other ones I fully plan on at least getting to chapter 3. Ideal to finish it, but mEH))