Tales of a Fabulous Failure

"We go together or we don't go down at all"

My first little independent piece of a story is from a plot that's been sitting in my head for a while. Adopted Princess Flower of the dragonoid kingdom flees from her royal duties in order to find her brother and hero, Prince Slasher, heir to the throne. An old witch sends her tumbling through a portal disguised as a cavern. She lands in the trash of an alleyway called home by a daughter running from her destiny and mother. 

"Diaries are such a strange concept. Having one makes me uncomfortable to be completely honest, but I promised Mother I would keep one. It just seems that at any moment someone could snatch it and see all of my most private thoughts. Perhaps that's why Mother instructed me to keep one... Yes, that's it! She plans to take it while I sleep in order to see inside my mind.

How evil! Not to mention, rude. 

The whole idea came up at dinner the other night; Mother was trying to convince me to see a couple of suitors. As a member of the royal family, adopted or not, I'm required to choose a fiance out of a pool of the best and brightest upper families. 

After getting upset, they must have decided cautionary measures would need to be taken. Can you believe it though? Marriage! Sasha still calls me a hatchling, what hatchingly should have suitors?? It's stupid."

With a snort, the young Princess Flower slammed her leather journal closed and tossed it across the floor. Not all dragonoids possessed the ability to write for their talons were unable to hold quills. Due to malnutrition and being kept from magic until she was much older, Flower never developed hard scales and claws over her human hands.

Of course, one of her birth parents could have more humanoid hands, but she preferred to blame it on improper growth instead.  

Flower closed her wings around her feeling the rough scales scratch at her patches of unprotected skin. She tried to take deep calming breaths enjoying the coldness her wings radiated. 

To her dismay, laying on her bed like that soon caused her muscles to cramp. The princess sat up abruptly wishing she had someone to talk to. The only friends she had were her brother, Sasha and his fiance, Entice. 

She never seemed to get along with any of the younger dragonoids- they were too rough and aggresive for her taste.

Sasha said growing up in the woods with a bunch of humans made her soft hearted, and that was nothing to be ashamed of. However, Sasha would say anything if it meant Flower wouldn't burst into tears. 

He was soft hearted in that way and in that way only. 

Flower decided the only thing that would really help was a trip to the garden. A haven of flowers and other flora just like where she grew up. She crept to the window and leapt off the balcony using her wings to slow her descent. 

With her feet on the ground once again, she took off for the garden in her usual manner. Running, then jumping up momentarily to let her wings take a few feet, then falling down to run again, and the cycle repeated. 

No one could really explain why the princess preferred to move that way. They deemed it one of her many quirks not to be questioned or ever spoke of in negative so as to avoid the wrath of Prince Slasher. 

"Dear Diary,

I did it! Can you believe it?? Today is my first day on my own. I finally ran away from my mother and her insanity. 

It was terrifying! But wonderful at the same time! Saints above, I loved every minute of it. Well...almost. The city gets kind of scary at night. All the store and home lights are turned off so the only light is coming from the Masters Building. 

There's almost no noise at all too. Every now and then you can hear a clatter from an alleyway, and it makes your skin crawl. It's peacful, but scary. 

I managed to find a place to stay for tonight. There was a little lantern with a crack in it, nothing a little tape couldn't fix. Once I put some magic inside, it worked perfectly. 

So here I am, in a fort made of trashcan and crates. 

I know it sounds bad, but it's actually really cool. I'm like an adventurer in a book. Going off to live my own life away from the wicked witch. 

Anyways, adventuring is tiring, so I am going to end it here. I'll make sure to keep you updated as I progress. Bye!

~JxJx "

The girl smiled as she hugged her black book tightly to her chest. She believed that everything would be fine now that she was out of her mother's house. 

With tired arms, she fought with her bag over a blanket and eventually won as the bag spat it out. 

"Fine, whatever, you can have it," the bag grumbled. "I'll just keep your socks." 

She rolled her eyes knowing that come morning the bag would give her socks up, "Whatever you say." With that, she curled up with the blanket using the bag as a pillow, "Goodnight, Res."

The bag mumbled from underneath her, "Goodnight, Jade Jinxx."