The turtleducks remember me. Funny, how everything is the same as I remember it. The heat, the sounds, the pond—it's like being inside a memory. A dream. My people love me. The fires burn bright and fierce, and even the halls are welcoming. This is my nation. This is my home. So why do I feel like a foreigner?Lala trained with me yesterday. I won. She smiled and said maybe something good had come out of my banishment, after all. Sleep didn't come that night. I was waiting for Lala to come and show me what would've happened had she not let me win.I dreamt of you last night. In the dream, I did things differently. Uncle wasn't captured. I was selfish enough to put my desires over the needs of the world. I fought by your side and stayed there for as long as you let me. But then I woke up to the sound of glass breaking. The assassins were young, careless, and... It was too easy.Uncle used to say time is an illusion. Maybe, just maybe, so is death.Today I met my father for the first time in five years. He put his hand on my shoulder, smiled, and said I finally became a man he was proud to call his son. I wanted to see him burn.The last funeral I ever attended was my grandfather's. Everyone in the nation came to the capital, saw the lighting of his pyre, and sang his praises. Mother didn't get a funeral pyre. Neither did the children who tried to assassinate their Prince a few nights ago, after he dreamt of you. I burned incense and prayed to Agni for them. I hope he listened, just this once.There are reports of a missing ship from our navy, presumably taken by the Sea Wolf and his fleet. I was lucky to get to them first. As soon as the information made it to my hands, I locked myself in my bedroom and tossed the file into the fireplace

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Disney and nickeldeon short prompt stories
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