In the backdrop of a war that threatened to tear apart the life of many:
A kidnapped princess, a seven year old spy, a conniving regent and a prince, a foolhardy king, and an inexperienced assassin.
The mastermind puppeteer behind th...
Flagship of the Eighth Fleet of the Federation of Anarchy
A month later, Pappillia noticed the entire fleet was in an uproar. An important member of the Federation was visiting, and General Katastroff was also coming. The deck was cleared, carpetd laid, and everyone was dressed in uniforms neatly pressed.
When the first 'Chariot' landed on deck, Alpha General Katastroff. E, as imposing as ever, stepped out. All the soldiers saluted. Pappillia had learnt from Creovind that this man controlled the Eighth Fleet. He waited on deck, for another chariot. Soon enough, another came, but decked in different colours, Fleet emblem and Island flag, but had the Federation's blood-red crescent moon hanging from the front.
A stately-looking creature exited. It too wore the same Alpha General uniform as General Katastroff, but this one had puppy-ears on a snake head. And a long green tail. However, Pappillia had grown accustomed to crossbreeds, having met a large number of them in the ship, especially, as they were the original inhabitants of the floating islands.
"Alpha General Carmelion IV." General Katastroff extended his hand. "Alpha General Katastroff. E." The other shook it. The two generals went inside the ship. The assembly was dismissed, but the soldiers did not leave. Instead, they looked expectantly at General Carmelion's chariot. The ranks broke out as the door opened and a sweet green-haired boy popped out. probably six or seven years old. "I stowawayed!" He grinned.
Pappillia looked at him suspiciously. But the soldiers and workers aboard the Eighth Fleet immediately recognised him. He ran around, affectionate with them all, till he reached Pappillia. He stopped and gave her a long, hard stare. Creovind coughed uneasily. "Io, we kidnapped her under the Behemoth's orders. She's Naffsetar's daughter. Don't comment, please."
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The boy smiled mischieviously. "Welcome, Princesse. "
Pappillia shuddered. The way he said 'princess' sounded so familiar. But he had already turned away, and was pursuing Creovind. The soldier hoisted the boy, and ran to the wing-boat bay area, laughing. Not even a glance back at her. Pappillia looked at their diminishing backs and tried to reach out with her hands. "Creo......?" He was being distant to her. Her maid, who had been kidnapped by the rebels when the Federation was established, noticed her dismay. The woman, Sara, had been assigned to tend to Pappillia, after she had been thoroughly educated in the rebel ways."Lady Pappillia, I'm still there for you, aren't I? Your friend will be back. It's just that he and Io go way back, and Io doesn't visit often. So they spend a lot of time together." "Io?"
Sara smiled wryly. "Ilya Ioscis.He's sort of a messenger. The youngest active member of the Federation, and part of the Federation's spy-network. He lives at the Kapitel, but mostly travels between the island nations, or between the Fleets. Give it time, Milady, and you two will become great friends. It's impossible to not like him."
Pappillia sighed. Creovind did not come to play with her the whole day. She trotted miserably through a corridor. And she bumped into Ilya Ioscis. Speak of the devil. He gave her a big smile. "Hello, Pappillia!" She froze. Ioscis didn't seem to notice. He kept on talking, and gazed at her earnestly. But that struck her nerve.
