She's finally hereeeee
Lesbian #1, A T T A C K
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A CANARY'S SYNOPSIS
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Nadia had a curse.
It had started with something leaking out. Blood pouring out of mouths, ears, eyes and nostrils. Small hands that cupped around an unflagging night sky.
The girl was stabbed in the back the moment she was born by what was supposed to make her more free, more powerful than anybody else. The thing that was supposed to be beautiful, grand, larger than all life, was so much so that it crippled her
It turned her into a canary, the smallest of things.
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High vaulted ceilings towered above her, white arches chasing eyes into a garden of marble and sandstone. She ignored the people turning to watch her as she stormed down the stone courtyard.
"Princess!" somebody called after her.
She didn't bother answering.
A single heave of a delicate hand sent the stone gates booming, prompting the generals inside to look incredulously at her twelve-year-old self.
"What is the meaning of this?" The grey wig barely clung to his scalp as a wrinkled man shot from his seat. His face was quickly reddening.
Duncan. The girl recalled. A great strategist, with a noble name. What a shame that he doesn't live up to his reputation.
Her eyes scanned the table the men were huddled around. A large map was smoothed over it, held by wooden framing and paperweights as stone figures faced each other off. Their positions and the body-language of the people around them foreshadowed a possible future.
A losing future.
"Move the archers here." Hands two-thirds the size of those around it took a group of slender carvings, moving them into the mountains behind the troops.
Duncan snorted, dismissal heavy in his tone. "Your highness, are you trying to shoot our troops? The archers will take down everybody below them, friend or foe."
"The archers can't tell the difference, but Aurelias is the kingdom of magic. We avoid friendly fire through magic markings." Nadia moved a single archer behind the rest. "Enchant their bows."
"Princess!" a chestnut-skinned attendant burst into the room, the high collar of his uniform looser than usual to accommodate the heat. "You're not allowed in the war-room!"
Knights. Pegasi. Mages. She was able to adjust another three small groups before she was hauled out, quickly explaining her plan to reluctantly listening strategists. Speed, manoeuvrability, terrain.
Five guards stepped forward to close the doors as she left, straining against the weight of the doors. She briefly noted their profiles as her attendant, Bernard, she referenced, shoved a pill in her mouth.
Nadia chewed, swallowed, and grit her teeth tight.
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It was a hot summer's morning when she opened her eyes.
She looked out the window.
"Bernard?"
"Yes, my lady?"
"This isn't my room."
They must have moved her bed and used a spell to keep her asleep- because there was no way she wouldn't have noticed the smell of blood piercing her nostrils, the hollers of the fighting and dying, the thrum of magic emanating from her left ear.
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