The lights were dimmed as the young Kyrii walked forward. Dressed in robes that seemed destined for another time, she walked toward her aunt. Her aunt (a Lenny) stood tall and proud, ambiguously reminding one of the Queen of Hearts, ready to scream her infamous phrase. But this wasn't a ceremony of damnation, it was a ceremony of coronation. The young Kyrii was old enough to join.
Because it was what the Duchess wanted.
The young Kyrii knew little about her aunt, and she knew even less what group her aunt belonged in. And yet, here she was. The Red Queen ready to scream. The peasant being crowned princess. Princess of a damned land. A land where everything that entered never came back out...
Duchess get what Duchess wants, and she's wanted this for a long time...
"Ola Birget," her aunt said when the young Kyrii had knelt down in front of her, "It has been many years since I had first seen you. A babe then, only a few hours old. You came into Neopia like any other; chosen from a wide range of species and given a faux pas personality. In your young ugliness and curiosities, I saw a child who would grow to be a leader. A leader who was rarely merciful and knew the correct judgment in a high crisis. I accepted then that I may not always be the leader of The Sway, and I gave up a piece of me that I will never again lose; pride. I give you, Ola Birget, second hand over The Sway, and on the day I am no longer to fulfill my duties as Duchess, you are to take charge. Now rise, my niece, and face the people you will some day guide in aiding Neopia's future."
The young Kyrii did as she was told and looked at the the seemingly multitudes of Neopians that had attended the hidden ceremony. They were all hidden under cloaks, similar to hers but not as elaborate. When she thought about it, only her aunt didn't have the initiation cloak over her head.
The Duchess knows how to pull strings, don't worry about that. Just be careful of how hard she pulls them...
The young Kyrii had never felt so overwhelmed by the mass of Neopians that had come to the private event. One day, she'll control all of them...? Her aunt put a firm hand on her shoulder. It was authoritative and proud. But that was before the War of the Obelisk. Now everything is different, and yet it is still the same.
Where have you been? The Duchess is waiting for you., and the Duchess doesn't like to wait...