A fairytale of a beautiful maiden, the beloved Frost Flower Princess was supposed to be staying in the comfort of her castle masquerading as a cage to protect her from the dangers outside, imprisoned by her own brothers.
That is, until a mysterious...
* "I know that your powers of retention, Are as wet as a warthog's backside. But thick as you are, pay attention, My words are a matter of pride"
** Somnium Humilitatis
"Mmh..." Y/n let out a soft groan, shifting slightly in her sleep. Her cheek rested against something cold and unyielding—stone, though she hadn't realized it yet. The world of dreams still clung to her until a sharp breeze cut through the stillness, rustling her hair and coaxing her eyes open.
"I... can hear the wind?" she murmured groggily, blinking against the brightness. She pushed herself up slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before taking in her surroundings.
She was seated at the edge of a broad rock formation, the stone warm beneath her palms. All around her, golden plains stretched to the horizon, the dry wind sweeping over tall grass and sunbaked earth. Her gaze drifted outward in quiet awe. "Wait... is this the Savanna...?"
The crunch of footsteps behind her drew her attention. She turned her head, eyes widening slightly.
A regal lion approached, a lioness beside him. The lioness carried a small cub carefully in her jaws. A mandrill walked ahead of them, staff in hand, leading the way toward the cliff's edge.
They came to a halt just a few paces from Y/n. She watched in stunned silence as the lioness gently handed her cub to the mandrill. High above, a crimson-beaked bird soared in circles, casting fleeting shadows below.
With great ceremony, the mandrill stepped forward, holding the cub high into the sunlight. The wind surged once more. A chorus of voices—cheering, roaring, singing—rose in the distance as animals gathered in celebration.
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"That's..." Y/n murmured, peering down from the edge of the cliff, her eyes widening in awe at the sea of animals gathered far below.
A sudden gust of wind howled across the rocky ledge, whipping her hair into her face. She instinctively raised her arms to shield her eyes. "W-Wha—!" she cried out, stumbling back as dust and grit stung her skin.
The air was unbearably dry, each breath rasping in her throat. What is this storm?! she thought, heart pounding as the wind grew harsher. Sand swirled like smoke, obscuring her vision. Her foot slipped—her balance faltered.
"Agh!"
She fell—but her claws shot out, icy talons burying into the stone just in time to halt her descent. She dangled precariously off the edge, wings flaring in desperation. She beat them hard, again and again, but something was wrong. No lift. No strength. She couldn't fly.
