Go! Princess Precure, Dragon Ascension!

"Sniff… Sniff… #hiccup#… I will be one, one day…!"

In the middle of a classroom, a young elementary school child no older than 4, clutched a book to her chest like it was her lifeline and if she were to loosen her grip on it even a little bit, it would have been forcibly yanked out from her frail-looking arms. The young girl did all this whilst trying not to cry, too, whilst there had been nobody around who would comfort her. Though, if the teardrops in the corner of each turquoise eye she had were any indication, she wasn't doing a very good job of keeping calm.

She wore typical girly clothes for someone her age, a pure white dress which had bright pink shoulder straps as well as a cute pink bow strapped around her waist. Although, with how she was acting at the moment with how her shoulders trembled like mini earthquakes and how she gritted her teeth, one could say she looked to be in a right state.

Not something which the jeering boys near her had any idea about, or rather, cared for since they just kept jeering at her, mixed with snide and crude laughter that hurt WAY more than it should have.

"Nuh-uh!"

"There's no way you could be a princess, not even in a million years!"

Their mocks, jeers and taunts constantly filled the young girl's ears no matter how much she tried to mentally block them out, since she couldn't cover her ears due to holding the book. This had all happened when she had once been asked what she would want to be in the future, something which she would want to do as a life choice… and she had responded with the one thing which interested her above anything else:

A Princess… just like in the children's' books which her parents get her for her birthdays, as she pretty much fell in love with the idea of being one. To be a strong, kind and beautiful princess who would be loved and adored by many… that was something which the young girl aspired to be.

Therefore, when she had proclaimed it with the biggest smile on her face that any child could ever make, she had done so with all the hope and devotion her young heart could provide her, confidence radiating from her like a shining bright light…

Only, for the ugliness of reality to come knocking when the other children had begun to mock her for it, detailing her dream as useless, unrealistic and impossible.

Once or twice alone would have been dispiriting true, but these kids kept on piling it on top of her shoulders, even resorting to making up songs detailing how worthless her dream truly was.

There wasn't a teacher around right now either since it had been a break period before the final lesson of the day, in which the teacher had been called out to a meeting so she couldn't rely on adult help either. Therefore, instead what she did was close her eyes and fight back the urge to break into streams of tears, even though deep down she had become aware of how useless and in vain her actions would be. Even so, she did this with as much might as she could muster, since the sight of her looking so frail, weak and vulnerable only encouraged the taunting boys further.

This jeering continued, until the Teacher finally returned from the Meeting in time for the next lesson to begin.

By the time school ended, the girl shot out the class faster than she had ever ran before, nearly being scolded by the Teacher whilst she tried her best to ignore the hidden snickering her classmates did behind her back. She ran, and ran, and ran until her lungs burned for air, the passage of time no longer being relevant or important to her since all she had thought about was simply getting away from those who belittled her as quick as realistically possible, the word 'realistic' pounding through her skull to the point where she found herself wishing that word never even existed. After all, it DID get used to hurt her in ways which stung way more than physical blows ever truly could, it made her feel awful inside, worthless, stale, bland etc, though she didn't truly understand these feelings right now. All her young mind could tell about them was that they hurt, and she didn't like them.

Eventually, the protests her lungs made finally ended up causing the young girl to abruptly halt herself, allowing her to breathe in heavily to regain as much oxygen as possible. Her eyes, closed shut tightly as if she were trying to reject the world around her which had done the same to her dream, eventually started to slowly open as the seconds rolled by, exposing the bitter tears that had been built up within them all this time despite her best efforts. The moment when she remembered the jeers made at her, combined with the fact that she was no longer alone and had no other reason to keep all this sadness in, finally opened the damn within her, resulting in the girl falling onto her knees and proceeding to sob her eyes out.

It hurt…

It hurt her so much, hearing people bad mouth her dream like that…

Why?

Why would they do something so horrible?

"Grk…. Urgh… muuuuuuu…!"

Thoughts like this circulated through the young girl's mind, tears streaming down her face like rivers as she wept and expelled the sorrowful feelings inside of her chest, although thanks to the reoccurring memories of the day in her mind the feelings just kept building up inside. It almost resembled having a Tap constantly spewing water over an overflowing sink, for comparison, and it did NOT sit well with her. She could still hear phantom voices belonging to those children in her mind, mocking her, berating and insulting her for her dream choices, which resulted in these stinging needles of agony and despair to repeatedly impale her young heart.

'Its… its not fair…! Why…? I never laughed at their dreams before… so why would they do that…? They're meanies… they're nothing but meanies…!'

Eventually, thoughts like this started to surface within the young girl's mind, her feelings of sorrow beginning to mix with the gradually increasing sensation of anger building up inside. It started off as a small drip, like a raindrop, but gradually it became a small puddle, one which grew and grew within her stomach, making her grit her teeth as her teary eyes proceeded to become ablaze like twin bonfires.

She didn't like those people, not at all.

She hated them!

They were mean!

They were cruel!

They were…

"Whoa… you okay…?"

"Eh?!"

All of a sudden, another voice broke through the calm atmosphere around the young girl, which also allowed her to see that she had ended up on a small hilltop, surrounded by beautiful flowers. She remembered this hill, since it had been a place her parents took her to a few times, but upon recalling the voice that had just reached out, a sour sensation pierced through her when she remembered how it had been the voice of a young boy. A boy who she didn't recognize sure, but a boy nonetheless, and considering what had just happened to her, she didn't feel like talking to any boys for a while.

But, even so, she turned around to look at the source of the voice, finding a young boy about her age, walking up to her with a concerned look on his chubby face. He wasn't fat by any means, not like a few kids in her school, but she could say that he didn't do much 'working out' according to what her dad once told her when she'd seen him do some exercises one day. He had a thin layer of black hair, almost as if it had been completely shaven off, with his eyes being a shimmering bright green like glistening emeralds. For outfits, he wore a simple blue shirt over a darker blue jacket, a pair of grey shorts, white socks and green sneakers. On his back, she saw a crimson coloured backpack, which likely meant he had just come out of school as well.

Stopping when they were about a few feet apart, the boy tilted his head curiously, the confusion shining in his eyes like bright lights. "You okay… I heard some crying and wanted to see what was going on, and I found you here…" he asked her, and for a moment the young girl felt surprised that he had asked that, briefly forgetting her previous encounter.

However, she soon remembered it, and her face scrunched up as she turned her head away from him. "H-Hmph, n-nothing's wrong, I'm fine!" she shouted pretending to be all haughty and to project a 'majestic' like the Princesses she had read in her storybooks. After all, those Princesses were always the bravest heroines in their stories, so she should be the same, at least that's how she believed it. She had already had her dream mocked and ridiculed by boys in her class, so she felt certain that this stranger (didn't her mom once say something about talking to strangers? She couldn't really remember right now due to her inner turmoil…)

Though she put in her best efforts to look all high and mighty, the boy tilted his head curiously, and whilst she didn't see it due to her non-existent 'acting', he showed a gaze which pretty much confirmed that he'd seen through her façade. His next words then confirmed this. "Uhhhhh, not sure if you're putting up a front or something, but your runny nose and red eyes say otherwise." He stated, before something came to his mind and his eyes widened. "Hey, hold on! Were you attacked?! Are you injured or something else?!"

"E-Eh?!"

"O-Oh man, this is bad, this is really bad!" The kid exclaimed whilst looking to have entered a panicked state, his features flustered with a red hue taking over his chubby cheeks. What's more, was that he had started flailing his arms about as he struggled on what to do in this situation. "Umm, uhhh, what did dad tell me to do in situations like this?! He-He said that I should, um-!" he tried to say, only to become tongue tied and, in his panic, trip over his own two feet. This ended up in him falling face first onto the ground before the young girl, and rather unceremoniously too, said girl gasping in surprise at the sight. Though, if she had thoughts that the boy was going to bawl his eyes out for something as trivial as tripping, as a lot of young kids did, these would have been disintegrated with his following comments. "Okay, that smarts… got my head back on straight though… guess dad was right, no pain no gain…"

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"…Pft, haahahahahaha, ahahaha…!"

For a moment, nothing but silence dominated the scene between these two children, the young girl looking like she had just seen something baffling whilst the young boy gave off an… awkward-looking impression. Eventually however… the girl broke into a fit of giggles, giggles that she tried too suppress by holding a hand over her mouth whist her shoulders trembled as she looked away from the sweat dropping boy.

"My pain brings you pleasure, then…?"

"S-Sorry… I-I mean it, hahahaha… sorry 'bout this, bu-but I j-just can't… hahaha…"

Although in her heart the girl did NOT think this was something, she should find humorous, she just couldn't help herself. Here this boy was, making a fool out of himself in a rather hilarious manner, making it hard for her NOT to laugh. Perhaps it helped that she pictured some of the boys in her class doing something similar as a form of vindication, as much as she didn't want to. What, they were mean first! Shaking her head whilst forcing herself to calm down, although a slight smirk still remained present on her face, the young girl stood up and offered a hand, her other arm still clutching her book to her chest. "H-Here… let me help you up."

"Heh, don't worry 'bout it, this is nothing…" the boy replied, smiling back at her as he stood up on his own, giving her a rather sheepish smile whilst rubbing the back of his head. This grin made the girl grin just as much, she didn't get why but there was something just so darn infectious about that grin that she couldn't help herself. It felt as though that easy-going grin just brought out something bubbly and happy within her, something which she eagerly accepted….

Until a few moments later when it made her think of the boys again and her face fell, something which the boy noticed.

"Lemme ask again then: you alright? Why do you look so sad?"

"… some meanies, they made fun of me, that's all…" In the end, after hearing his concerned question again, the young girl just simply gave up her previous act, if it could be called that anyways. She just didn't want to hold in these feelings in any longer, plus since he was someone, she didn't know it would be easier to talk to him about it instead of someone she did know, like her parents. In the end, she just wanted someone to talk to about her problems, but the girl had been so on the defensive until now due to her fear and mistrust… but, considering how the boy had reacted so far, perhaps he could be a good person, after all? "They… said my dream was pointless, that I'd never be able to achieve it in a million years…" she admitted, looking down at the ground with tears starting to build up again.

Hearing this, the boy's eyes widened in shock, having chosen to sit by her with his knees close to his chest. The two of them sat together for this conversation, completely oblivious to the outside world… a rather endearing, innocent sight if one were to look at it from an outside perspective. "Really? Huh, guess those kids are absolute idiots then." He stated rather bluntly whilst rolling his eyes and staring out into the distance ahead, much to the girl's surprise. "Anyone who tries to demean someone else's dream isn't worth associating with, not if you ask me. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, has the right to question your dreams, no matter how unrealistic they are." The boy declared with a hard, but firm gaze, one which stunned the girl so much as his entire demeanour pulled a complete 180. It almost felt like she had begun seeing an entirely different person. Not to mention, thanks to her looking at him more closely the girl got a look at his bag… and soon noticed the COPIOUS amounts of scratches, insulting drawings, mocking words like 'idiot', 'loser', 'failure' etc. Suddenly, the girl realized that perhaps she might have gotten off a bit easier compared to this stranger. "My dad told me something once: 'Dreams can sometimes reflect what we want deep down, to have a Dream to strive for is to have a path ahead for us in life'. Or something like that, but the message there's easy enough to get."

"Dreams can… be what we want deep down…" Slowly, the girl muttered that under her breath whilst looking at the ground again, this time in awe and wonder. She remained like this for a few seconds, before a wide smile formed on her lips as she wiped the last of her tears away. "Alright then, I'll do it!" she declared with both her hands pumped into fists in front of her, catching the boy's attention. "I'll not care what anyone says, I'll do what I can to achieve my dream! I'll become a pretty pink princess one day, and nobody will take my dream from me!" the young girl declared passionately, a rather… fiery aura surrounding her that reflected her newfound resolve. "Oh! Right, I'm Haruka! What's your name?"

"Ah, I'm…"

"That's a wonderful dream."

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Just then, a third voice broke into the conversation, surprising both children with their minds only noting how posh, refined and elegant it sounded. Turing to the source, they saw another boy, one significantly taller and wearing white, standing by them looking out into the distance. The moment their gaze fell onto him, both kids lost control over their jaws at how... precious, he looked. He looked like the type of kid whom others would want to protect and serve for their entire lifetimes, which combined with the soft aura flowing from him and the calm, serene smile he sported... created a rather powerful image.

Looking down towards them, the tall boy aimed that smile directly at the two children as he opened his mouth to speak. "Your dream to be a Princess, its a nice dream." he declared.

When she heard that, the young girl known as Haruka beamed brightly, her eyes shimmering like glistening stars. She did NOT expect this before, having gone from depressed to the point of tears to sheer joy in a matter of minutes. Yet, the boy wasn't done as he fully turned to face the two. "Dreams are powerful things. I believe that if you hold it dear to your heart, it will surely come true."

"That's similar to what my Dad said!" Exclaimed the blonde boy, noting how this guy had a light pink shade of hair with purple innocent-looking eyes. When the other boy looked at him, he continued with his excitement levels piquing. "He always says to me that one's Dreams and beliefs are a major reason why people can unite under a single banner. People with grand Dreams allow people to follow them."

The tall boy smiled softly at the other boy's words. "Those are some wise words your father said, young man. Even if people sometimes have their own motivations for following another, that person's Dreams can inspire others to do the same. What is your name young man, and what is YOUR dream?" he asked.

To which, the other boy grinned broadly as he put his feet together like he were a soldier in the army, putting a fist over his heart whilst his other fist went behind his back. "My name's Sora, and my Dream is to become a DRAGON!" he declared loudly, his eyes blazing similar to that of the mythical creature he'd mentioned.

This sent surprised and shocked look into the other two, especially the taller boy. He didn't expect this child to have such a Dream, though he felt there was... something different compared to the average Child's Dream of Dragons. Not to mention, when he made to say something... his eyes widened when he saw something, something looming behind the boy yet be so intrinsically 'connected' to him that the boy assumed it to just be a silhouette. 'This boy... his potential is no less than young Haruka's...' he couldn't help but think, all whilst recovering his previous composure and broadly smiling at him. "Well, now that's a Dream easily worth keeping a hold of young Sora. Treasure your dream, don't let anyone take it from you, and I'm sure it'll become a reality."

Sora grinned happily, his eyes shining like stars at the words said to him.

"As for you, Haruka… here." reaching into his pocket whilst turning to the young Haruka, the tall boy pulled out a small, pink coloured object and presented it before her. The object in question looked to have been shaped like a pink elegant, large dress like the ones famous nobles wore over in the west, yet with a small key-like section on the bottom... it quickly captivated the young girl as she reached out, picked it out of the boy's hand, and looked it over with an awed expression on her face.

Tilting her head whilst Sora looked at the object in wonder as well, Haruka then returned her gaze to the taller boy. "What is this?"

"A good luck charm, to guide you to your Dream." the said boy replied, taking his hand back as the little Haruka examined the item.

Almost instantly, she became hooked on the device, especially since it reminded her so much of the dress she'd seen some of the princess heroines in her books wear. "Its so cute!" she proclaimed, giggling as she eyed it from multiple different angles.

Sora himself had to admit that the item looked quite well made, his eyes remaining glued to it with a surge of curiosity burning through his veins, though he held back from asking right now due to wanting to look at the device more.

Finally, Haruka looked up at the tall boy, realizing now that she hadn't even asked HIS name yet either. What was wrong with her, her mother would DEFINITELY scold her for her lack of manners if she found this out, plus weren't Princesses supposed to have manners as well?! "Thanks so much! Um, I'm Haruka, what's your name?" she asked him afterwards, leaning forwards slightly. She at LEAST wanted to know the name of the second kind stranger who cheered her up when she felt do downtrodden.

"I am Kanata."

With his name introduced, the boy known as Kanata smiled sweetly at them, all before a gust of wind blew through the area without warning, causing the young Haruka to gasp as she covered her face to shield it. Same with Sora, although he let out a surprised grunt instead. By the time that the wind abated a few seconds later, the two children lowered their arms, and then made to talk more with the tall Kanata... only, he no longer stood where he had been before. In fact, upon looking around they couldn't find the guy anywhere, the only sign of him having been here at all being the item which he had given to Haruka. "Huh...? Kanata...?"

"Haruka… Sora..."

"Eh?"

"Never... give up on your dreams."

All of a sudden, Kanata's voice spoke from every direction one could think of, advising them to never give in or to toss their dreams aside, before it felt as though his presence had left entirely. Seeing this, Sore glanced down at the flowers beneath their feet, mulling his words over... for a few brief seconds as he instead gained a large grin, his eyes blazing just like when he'd declared his dream. A passionate demeanour took over him as he held his hand out in front of his face, memories of why he came to this Dream and the consequences filling his mind, only serving to strengthen his resolve further. 'Yeah, this guy doesn't need to tell me that, I already set my sights on this goal long ago, no way am I going to be giving up on it anytime soon...!' he thought to himself.

Meanwhile, Haruka herself had also reached a conclusion, one similar to the one which Sora had come to as she gained a bright, uplifting and confident smile. No longer did she feel any of the horrible sensations back before when she'd first found herself on this field, now she felt like she had become reborn anew, a sense of purpose filling her veins like water filling a hole. "Hmph! Alright then, I'll do it! I'll not care what anyone has to say...!" She declared, holding her now defined 'good luck charm' up towards the heavens above. At this point, Sora threw his fist upwards as if he were trying to punch the heavens at the same time, both of them proclaiming the following declaration which would come to define their entire lives.

"I'll DEFINITELY BECOME A PRINCESS/DRAGON!"

Chapter end

Here we go, guys, the Prologye chapter of my first ever Precure fic, set in the Go Princess Precure series. Hopefully this fic will be a decent one since its just starting out, and I hope you all like this. Since this is my first time writing for this fandom, I'm still in the process of deciding how this fic should play out, but if you readers could give me ideas on how to write it I'd be very grateful, and I'll even feature you when the next chapter comes out. However, there are some idea which I have concluded about and will introduce to the series, so look forward to those. This is also something I've been wanting to do since I begun watching these Precure series, the first one being the futari wa precure one, then happiness charge, Yes Precure 5 both seasons and now this one. Even watched a few of the movies, and found them pretty good especially the surprisingly well animated fighting scenes.

Anyways, hope you like, and I'll see you next chapter.

Peace Out!