It was my first time in the fandom in a while, anyone who rembers my slop, how're yoouu? Either way: I. Was. Majorly. Annoyed. Is originality that hard? So . . . I made a fic to prove something- I'm not the only one who's annoyed. Danica is too. I don't own the series and thank god I don't own the idea.
Danica Shardae-Cobriana was simply sitting down with a book in her lap and the sun on her face. Zane was away visiting family, and someone had to hold down the fort. "Hold down the fort" as in, hid from anyone seeking advice, and end up curled on the bay window where no one without wings could reach her, and no one with them would dare.
She was just about to nod off into a lazy half-sleep when a golden hawk flew right by, nearly hitting her on the nose. She woke with a start, instantly alert. She took in the petite form of the majestic hawk on the floor and groaned. Not another one.
The bird's form twisted in beams of super-magical light until it turned into a beautiful teenage girl.
"Hey, Danica!" She said excitedly, her voice pure honey and laughter.
"Hello," Danica answered tiredly. "Please leave."
"Oh, but why? We've just met! I'm your long-lost sister, you know."
"Oh, are you?"
"Yes, yes I am!" The girl bubbled with excitement. "You want to know why I have this accent?"
"Why?" Danica asked getting a bit impatient now.
"Because I've lived my life in America," She answered. "Don't you want to hear all about it?"
"No, not particularly. How about you leave?"
"OH, I have an idea! How about we go play on the battle grounds? I like to help and sing to dying Serpiente. Don't you?" The girl asked before dancing happily around the room.
"Yes, I do. It is my hobby. Now, scat. I was fine before you came. Go . . . talk to some of the wolves." Danica suggested, reluctantly getting up to shoo her.
"No, no, no! I need to find a man to looooooove!" She sang and laughed, a sound like wind chimes.
"How about a falcon?"
"No . . ." The girl said, looking one way, then the other. "How about yours?" She asked, before bursting into excited giggles.
Five Minutes later . . .
"And, stay out, Bitch!" Danica screamed as she threw the shimmering gold figure out the window.