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The Spirit Prince
Prince Runeard of Arendelle sat arrogantly on his steed, doing his best to hide his excitement. Today was the day. He would be Crowned as Heir to his Father's Throne.
All he needed to do was pass this test.
It was Tradition for the children of the King of Arendelle to be presented before the Spirit of Time to be Judged and Chosen as worthy to Rule. As the only son of his Father, Prince Runeard was sure he would be Chosen. Besides that, none of his sisters would be good Queens, which meant the Spirit would have no choice but to Chose him.
His Father called the procession to a halt. His sisters twittered among themselves, not bothering to mask their emotions. Another sign of the horrible Queens they would make.
His Father dismounted, walking forward to meet with the Troll's leader. From what he had been told, Prince Runeard knew that the cave the Spirit occupied had it's only entrance in the creature's clearing. For the trouble of it, the Troll leader was gifted with visions of the Future.
Their was a small discussion, then his Father called for Prince Runeard and his sisters to dismount themselves and follow.
This was it. Prince Runeard would soon be Crown Prince Runeard.
They walk to a rock wall and slip through a small opening. The cave immediately stretches outward, forming a circle.
The Troll leads them to the center and speaks.
"Great Spirit and Master of Time. The King of Arendelle once again comes to seek your council on the Future of his Kingdom. Which of his children shall his throne be passed to?"
For a moment, Prince Runeard is sure the Spirit will not answer, then there is a shift in the shadows, and the Prince finds himself staring at a human-like being.
There is, of course, no mistaking it as human. The thing's skin is blue, it's eyes are red, and it floats an inch off the ground. It wears a purple cloak, which opens on the chest to reveal what looks like a clock pendulum embedded there. It glows, faintly, lighting the cave.
"Greetings, King of Arendelle," it says, the male voice echoing with it's own power. "You have grown up well. Your kingdom thrives under your hands, and it shall continue to do so under the hands your youngest."
Prince Runeard spun, wide eyed, to stare in shock at the youngest of his four sisters. She wasn't even thirteen summers old yet, the smallest and weakest among them.
"You can't be serious!" The Prince burst out in anger, turning every eye to him. "She will not make a good Queen! She gives into every demand she is given, and she cannot even lift a sword! She will never be able to protect our Kingdom!"
The Spirit's lips curl into a snarl, then it turns to his Father. "Heed my warning, King of Arendelle. Do not let your son take up your throne. It will only spell doom for your people."
And with that, the Spirit of Time was gone.
Prince Runeard is punished heavily for what his Father calls his impertinence, but the boy can only think of one thing. Proving the Spirit wrong, and forcing it to bow before him.
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A second Spirit, this one younger and more monotone in color, approaches the Master of Time from behind, eyes locked on the mirror showing the Kingdom's fate.
"Why did you do that Clockwork?" The boy steps up next to the blue one, watching on the screen as the Prince arranges the deaths of his family one after another, starting with his youngest sister and ending with his father. "Your words set him on this path. You could have stopped him."
"Calm yourself, Daniel. This had to be done." He motions to the mirror, where they can see the Prince, now King, building a dam to weaken a tribe of humans living in harmony with five Nature Spirits. As they watch, the King strikes down the Tribe Leader, cursing the forest and his Kingdom alike. A tribal girl rescues the King's only son a moment later, protecting him, and herself, by calling on the Wind Spirit.
The mirror flashes forward, revealing two little girls playing in a patch of snow in the middle of a rug. "All is as it should be."
The younger sighs. "I hope you know what your doing."
"You will see, Your Highness, my Apprentice, when it is your time. They will grow up well, and the Kingdom of Arendelle will rise again. All in good time."
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Danny Phantom, Crown Prince of the Ghost Zone and Apprentice of Clockwork, the Master of Time, relaxed back against a tree, sitting on one of the higher branches. It had been a long time since he had been able to enter this forest, not since the Late King Runeard of Arendelle had angered the Spirits living in it fifty years ago.
He loved this place, more then any forests in his own time. It was beautiful, and refreshing, with playful Spirits and a tribe of humans who were unbothered by magic and magical beings. He had even taken his Princess, his Sam, here to propose. He'd even used the local's method, though it was kinda ruined by the fact his cheeks were glowing green with embarrassment.
(Sam had been a good sport, only laughing at him for ten minutes before saying yes.)
When it had been blocked off, even Danny's own portals could not grant him entry.
Both he and Sam had hated it, but there was nothing they could do until the King's line repayed their ancestor's debt.
Now, though, the forest was reopened, the Spirits appeased, and they could return.
Danny was here by himself today. He and Sam had visited multiple times over the last few months, but Sam was on one of her activist protests for the week, so Danny was here to reacquaint himself with the Spirits, and finally approach the new Bridge.
Both he and Sam had agreed she wouldn't be there when he spoke with Bridge. The Bridge was a human born with any number of nature based magical abilities. This one just happened to have power over snow and ice, which Sam could not deal with, as a plant based Ghost. She had built a bit of immunity, as Danny himself had an ice Core, but being in proximity was different from being attacked. Not that they thought the Bridge would attack, but, well, better safe then sorry.
The last Bridge, the village Elder that had been murdered in cold blood all those years ago, had welcomed both Ghostly Royals, but Danny didn't know if this Bridge would be the same. He also didn't know if any of the tribe remembered him.
He leans forward, watching the people going about their day below him. There was really only one way to find out.
He floats down from the branch, keeping out of sight for now. Once his feet are firmly on the ground, Danny hums quietly, calling to the Spirits.
Before he can even finish, the Wind Spirit is upon him, swirling and chirring in greeting. Fire is next, jumping up and skittering happily to rest in his hair. The Earth heaves, just a little, to say hello. Finally, Water comes, frozen so it can leave it's element, to headbutt his chest.
This brings, of course, the attention of the Bridge and the tribe.
Show time.
"Who goes there?!" The Bridge, a beautiful young woman dressed in white, calls out.
Danny steps out of the shadows he had hidden himself in, and listens as the new Tribe Elder, who had been about twenty the last time he had seen her so long ago, gasps in shock.
"Pr-prince Daniel!" She shouts, drawing the rest of the Tribe to them. She bows quickly, all but the Bridge copying her. "You've returned!"
"Yelana," Danny greets with a smile, relieved to see a familiar face, "it's been a long time. I am afraid, the barrier did not stop just mortals from coming and going, or I would have been here sooner."
"You are most welcome among us, Your Highness."
"Yelana," the Bridge says, looking between Danny and the Elder confusedly. "I don't understand. Who is this?"
"Ah, pardon me, Elsa. This is Prince Daniel, Crown Prince of Spirits."
The Bridge, Elsa, turns to him, surprised. "Prince of Spirits? There's a Prince of Spirits?"
Danny can't help but to laugh. "Someone has to keep them in line."
She blushes lightly. "Excuse me, your Highness. It's a bit of a shock. No one here has mentioned anything about you, nor that Spirits had any kind of Monarchy."
"I'm not surprised." He admits, then braces himself against both the Wind childishly tucking at his hair (it had always hated that the snowy white lock moved without it's input), and the Water Horse pushing at his hips (looking for the sugar cubes he had hidden in his pocket, no doubt.) "I was blocked from entering the forest just like everyone else," here, he pauses to send a stern look at the Nature Spirits surrounding him, "which we will be talking about." He turns back to the Bridge. "They probably thought I'd abandoned them." He meets the eyes of Yelena. "I would like to catch up, if that's alright."
The elder smiles. "I would enjoy that, Your Highness."
He smiles. "Would you join us, young Bridge?"
Her eyes widen slightly in surprise, before she nods firmly. "Yes, I will."
(AN)
So, hi?
I know I should be working on THRM, and I'm about half way done with the next chapter, but this was closer to being done, and I wanted to post something, if only to let you guys know I'm alive, so, ah, don't be mad?
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