The Ender Princess -UNDER RECONSTRUCTION-

Fragmented Stronghold

Consciousness slowly crept over me as sleep slipped away. My head pulsated with a ghostlike pain, like the memory of pain that I had felt at one time. My eyes felt like they bulged out of my head as I sat up. The world was thrown into a frenzy and my head started to buzz. My vision was overcome by colorful blotches as the head rush intensified. I dropped my head into my hands and waited for it to subside.

I turned my head to the left and rested it on my hands. I squinted through the darkness as I tried to read the clock. I couldn't even make out where the hour hand was. I sighed in defeat and dropped back down onto the soft bed. A loud squeal erupted from the old mattress upon impact.

My head was filled with thoughts of what happened earlier that day. The book. The book of the End. It can't be true. It can't be true that I, Skydra, am the one and only heir to the Kingdom of the End. I've only been here in the Mainland for almost four days and I've already been told who I am and what I must do. It has to be a coincidence that my name is the same, that I look similar. It has to be. But...what if it is true? What if I am the princess of the End Kingdom? If I was, then what was I sent for? Why here? Why now?

I drew in a deep breath through my nose, pondering my existence, and was greeted by the strong and mouthwatering smell of baked potatoes. I took in another deep breath to smell again. My stomach growled as I lay sprawled out across the blankets.

Alright, alright.

I let my thoughts rest for my stomach was what now guided me. My arms wobbled slightly due to my lack of energy as I hoisted myself off of my back. My legs swung over the edge of the bed and onto the cold, polished wood floor which creaked loudly as I stood up. I blindly made my way over to the door, which I opened slowly in order for my eyes to gradually adjust to the light difference.

My shoes were loud against the floor, creating a light and hushed clicking sound mixed with a loud thud. I didn't intend to be loud, but because I was tired being quiet was not my highest priority.

The kitchen light was fairly dim, but I still squinted when I walked into the room.

"Ah. So I see you're up." Fly noticed me without even looking up.

Well, I mean, how could you not? I sounded like a herd of elephants as I walked down the hallway.

Fly's gaze suddenly drifted to my neck. "I didn't know you had that." he pointed at the necklace. "Looks cool."

I nodded. "Thanks."

"How do baked mashed potatoes sound?" he asked as he turned towards the oven.

"Yeah. That sounds great." I responded as I pulled my hoodie over my head to conceal the white tank top beneath along with the necklace.

Tracker lay peacefully on the floor, oblivious to what was going on. His dark legs sprawled outwards and his narrow muzzle rested comfortably on the ground. Flyer stood closely to Fly's legs, begging for scraps that he would not receive. His claws clicked on the wooden floor as he jumped forward and backed up as Fly did when he grabbed silverware and placed dishes in the sink.

I plopped myself down on a wooden chair at the kitchen table. My eyes drifted over to the corner of the base of a cabinet down by the floor. The world seemed to leave me. Nothingness floated around me as I spun out of consciousness.

The song that had played earlier that day replayed in my head. Had he said what it was? I don't believe he did. I feel like I knew what it was, though. I think I saw the disk sleeve on the desk where the song title was written out in black ink. The words seemed to slip my mind. Mice on Mars. Heavenly Mice. Mouse in The Stars. Venus's Mice.