Chapter 1.
"The villagers of windmill island have sent you a gift for helping in the calming of the seas around their island chain, the Pirates have been seen retreating …" drawled on Gardon making sure to include every possible detail that could make these things drag on even longer. Sitting nervously on her throne all hard, uncomfortable, and adorned in more than necessary amounts of jewels and such of a painful chair, sat Blaze, or to be exact Princess Blaze the Cat, Guardian of the Sol Emeralds. Still going down the list that piled well to the floor Gardon her faithful guard was still oblivious to her obvious boredom. Her tail gave a flick to the right aching for her to be moving, something was wrong and she knew it… but what, "your highness, will you attend?" asked Gardon pulling Blaze back to the world. "Wha..?" said Blaze before she could catch herself followed by "I told you not to call me that Gardon" which was a poor defense seeing as how she was most obviously ignoring her duties and hadn't been paying attention. "Your highnes... I mean Prices… (a dark glare comes across Blaze's face) um… Blaze if you're going to ignore your duties then at least let me know so I can properly plan ahead next time. A small grin betrayed Blaze's face for a moment before it vanished into her white muzzle once again, "somehow I doubt that would gain my favor from the council and until 3 days from now I can't rightfully give you the ability to do so…" said Blaze wishing that what she said were untrue… every bit of it. Sure enough in two days she would be 18… and the day after that she would be attending her own coronation and with it all the duty of being queen, sadly as long as she was still legally "Princess Blaze" her rule was second to that of the Council made of delegates from most every reach of the kingdom, the southern island chains, the western plains, the northern isle of the Vikings, not to mention the eastern ancients. "Well you could order me to see to these matters as you supervise… nothing forbids that... my princess" Blaze suppressed the momentary annoyance and realized what Gardon was saying, "Fine in that case you have my order to do so and my supervision, while I am supervising you I will take a short recess to my chambers." Said Blaze as Gardon smirked catching on to the last part. "As you command your highness." "I'll let that slide… in a few days you won't be able to call me that by royal decree" said Blaze her tail swishing contently as she left the room.
Blaze retired to her chambers leaving Gardon who was more than capable of handling things in charge, for the next few hours she would be free of duties and tradition of being a princess if only for the short while of sleep. Removing her purple dress and white pants for more comfortable light white gown and some light blue shorts, tucking away the other small things like her shoes, gloves, and her necklace she settled down to enjoy the night and its crisp air. The long deep purple sheets were pulled up to her chin with the warmth of her body already being contained into a nice comforting heat, faster than most would imagine the sheets had become like an oven as the fire within her was freeing itself from the boundaries Blaze fought so often to maintain, small underlying last resorts woke Blaze from a very nice dream she had been having. Already realizing her fault Blaze quelled the flames and sat up cursing herself for being so foolish, with her more inactivity these days and less need to burn anything to the ground the fire inside her had grown restless and was getting harder to control. Sighing as she inspected the sheets for damage Blaze contemplated her dream, it had been summer on the southern seas. The waves softly crashed onto the beach bringing with them the scent of salt and a memory of friends two of which were gone but one remained. As if on cue a raccoon can racing upon the wave crests in a jet ski known to anyone in the southern seas as the S.S. Super Marine, Blaze waved but its captain Marine the Raccoon was oblivious to this and raced on past the stretch of beach. A spiny silhouette fell over her and Blaze turned to face the approaching figure and stared into the black void of a figure, coming back to her senses Blaze sighed again. "I know who that figure is… but I can't remember it's like a fog…" said Blaze as she got up and headed to the balcony to think and try to give a face to the figure in her dream.