Trading Sides: The Story of Vilandra.
Summary: Exactly how wicked is Vilandra?
Author's Note: I have not seen anything from the third season, so everything here is
based on the first and seconds season
-----Chapter One------
Khivar kissed Vilandra on the forehead. "But, darling, it will work out wonderfully. Your
brother's empire will be ruined and you can reign as my queen. I promise." He was
certain that his plan would be perfect. He had planned it down to the last well-placed
attack.
"But what about the dear Queen? She will be the most dangerous variable. Virtually
nothing is known about her. She could ruin everything." Vilandra pouted. She hated it
when things didn't go her way, especially anything with her brother and his queen. She
was better of the both of them and she was going to prove it.
--One day later-
"Lady Vilandra, they need a sample of your DNA. It is required of you to do this, being
sister to the king." King Zan talked with his sister. He had been trying to convince her
for well over a half an hour to let them have a DNA sample. But she disagreed, for she
didn't know what it was for.
"I refuse. Brother, how can you expect this of me? I will not until I know what for." She
crossed her arms over her chest in defiance.
In the flash of an eye, King Zan yanked a single strand of hair from Vilandra's head. "This
will be enough for the sample." He handed the strand to one of the scientists standing
near to him. "Process this as soon as can be. We are in dire need of what it will
provide." He specifically left out anything that Vilandra could use against him.
Vilandra walked out, angry with her brother for what he was doing, even though she
didn't know what that was yet. She traveled to Khivar, who had found a secret way
onto the planet. He wasn't allowed on this planet, never as long as King Zan rules.
Vilandra scoffed. It seemed that everyone did as they were told, like perfect slaves. If
King Zan said 'Jump', they asked 'How high, your highness?'. They were like putty in
his hands. He could command them to do anything and have it done before the dawn.
Vilandra walked into the cave-like place where Khivar was hiding out. "Well, what did
you observe?" Khivar said, walking out of the shadows.
"He took a strand of my hair to acquire DNA. Some venture that 'we' are in dire need
of, he said. What are we to do?" Vilandra thought this over in her head on the way
over, so she had a plan.
"He is your brother, so only you know him well enough to sense what he's up to. Do you
have any ideas?" Khivar had not expected anything to actually happen there. He was
worried, mostly for himself, but some for Vilandra. But he thought that she could handle
herself well enough to get out of here.
"Well, I'm not certain that it will work, but…." She told him her scheme.
--One week later-
"Sister, I have seen Khivar with my own eyes. It was your duty to be definite that
defense was not slack in areas of entry. How did he gain entrance to my palace?" King
Zan walked up to Vilandra angrily. He had planned that Vilandra was to be escorted to
the reformatory tomorrow after high sun. She was a traitor, but he would not execute
her. She was, after all, his sister.
"Are you blaming me, King Zan. You have no right to do that to me. I am your sister,
not your scapegoat. And what, may I ask, is this business of the DNA?" She placed her
hands on her hips.
"I believe that it is of the interest of the Queen and I, that you remain out of this
venture. And it is, after all, your fault that we are at war, if I am correct. Sister
Vilandra, you are to remain in the reformatory until further notice. Guards, take her
away!" He motioned to Vilandra.
Vilandra had anticipated the reformatory, but not this soon. When three guards had
grabbed hold of her, she kicked, screamed, and even tried to bite them. But they
managed to restrain her and transferred her to the reformatory. When she was behind
bars, she finally gave up. But Khivar had other plans.
Summary: Exactly how wicked is Vilandra?
Author's Note: I have not seen anything from the third season, so everything here is
based on the first and seconds season
-----Chapter One------
Khivar kissed Vilandra on the forehead. "But, darling, it will work out wonderfully. Your
brother's empire will be ruined and you can reign as my queen. I promise." He was
certain that his plan would be perfect. He had planned it down to the last well-placed
attack.
"But what about the dear Queen? She will be the most dangerous variable. Virtually
nothing is known about her. She could ruin everything." Vilandra pouted. She hated it
when things didn't go her way, especially anything with her brother and his queen. She
was better of the both of them and she was going to prove it.
--One day later-
"Lady Vilandra, they need a sample of your DNA. It is required of you to do this, being
sister to the king." King Zan talked with his sister. He had been trying to convince her
for well over a half an hour to let them have a DNA sample. But she disagreed, for she
didn't know what it was for.
"I refuse. Brother, how can you expect this of me? I will not until I know what for." She
crossed her arms over her chest in defiance.
In the flash of an eye, King Zan yanked a single strand of hair from Vilandra's head. "This
will be enough for the sample." He handed the strand to one of the scientists standing
near to him. "Process this as soon as can be. We are in dire need of what it will
provide." He specifically left out anything that Vilandra could use against him.
Vilandra walked out, angry with her brother for what he was doing, even though she
didn't know what that was yet. She traveled to Khivar, who had found a secret way
onto the planet. He wasn't allowed on this planet, never as long as King Zan rules.
Vilandra scoffed. It seemed that everyone did as they were told, like perfect slaves. If
King Zan said 'Jump', they asked 'How high, your highness?'. They were like putty in
his hands. He could command them to do anything and have it done before the dawn.
Vilandra walked into the cave-like place where Khivar was hiding out. "Well, what did
you observe?" Khivar said, walking out of the shadows.
"He took a strand of my hair to acquire DNA. Some venture that 'we' are in dire need
of, he said. What are we to do?" Vilandra thought this over in her head on the way
over, so she had a plan.
"He is your brother, so only you know him well enough to sense what he's up to. Do you
have any ideas?" Khivar had not expected anything to actually happen there. He was
worried, mostly for himself, but some for Vilandra. But he thought that she could handle
herself well enough to get out of here.
"Well, I'm not certain that it will work, but…." She told him her scheme.
--One week later-
"Sister, I have seen Khivar with my own eyes. It was your duty to be definite that
defense was not slack in areas of entry. How did he gain entrance to my palace?" King
Zan walked up to Vilandra angrily. He had planned that Vilandra was to be escorted to
the reformatory tomorrow after high sun. She was a traitor, but he would not execute
her. She was, after all, his sister.
"Are you blaming me, King Zan. You have no right to do that to me. I am your sister,
not your scapegoat. And what, may I ask, is this business of the DNA?" She placed her
hands on her hips.
"I believe that it is of the interest of the Queen and I, that you remain out of this
venture. And it is, after all, your fault that we are at war, if I am correct. Sister
Vilandra, you are to remain in the reformatory until further notice. Guards, take her
away!" He motioned to Vilandra.
Vilandra had anticipated the reformatory, but not this soon. When three guards had
grabbed hold of her, she kicked, screamed, and even tried to bite them. But they
managed to restrain her and transferred her to the reformatory. When she was behind
bars, she finally gave up. But Khivar had other plans.
