Story name: Komand'r
Description: Before she was Blackfire she was Komand'r. Tamaran's dark princess. Born a warrior, skill unparallel, she was to be desired, fawned after even, not to be shunned and disgraced as she was.
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A/N; So here's the next chapter! So read and tell me what you think.
Starfire was upset. Her emotions were erratic, in a relentless turmoil causing her limbs to shake with barely contained pain.
'What had she done wrong?' She had asked herself countless times. Why was it no matter how hard she tried, how different the scenario her sister always pushed her away.
Komand'r had been hurt, was she truly wrong in doing what was right? In defending the hurt girl her sister hadn't been pleased, quite furious in fact.
It had always been this way; Koma was distant, cold, alone. The younger girl had reached for her, tried to lesson her burden only to bang uselessly against the emotional wall created.
"Why sister?" A stinging assaulted her eyes a lump in her throat.
She heard something. Unsure as to the source she listened intent, stifling her sniffling. 'There!' She heard it again. It sounded like crying?
Then she heard a scream.
The scream of pain sent chills down her spine haunting her own emotional state. She knew that voice.
She rushed out of her room in a mad dash. Unaware of what she was doing or what she intended when she got there the young girl was moving on instinct alone. In her mind reason told her to stop, think things clearly, analyze the situation, but she just couldn't. With the adrenalin already pumping her through her veins it was making her decision making lax. She had only one thought and that was action.
Reaching the sounds origins she realized we're she was. The throne room. 'What?'
Her blasted curiosity getting the better of her she peered into the doorway cracking the door careful not to make a sound.
Walking toward the screams Kori saw the limp form of her sister lying before their father. The tears rolling down her sister's face startled her. Never in all the years had she seen her sister cry.
It broke her heart to see the sobbing mess that was her fierce, confident sister. Kori had always had this deep form of admiration for the older girl. She didn't know why but the older girl had always been the target for the bullies. Always picked on, the constant target for abuse, and even mocked for her strange appearance but despite all that, the dark haired princess had never responded back with anything more than her sarcasm others just didn't seem to grasp. This was different, staring at the openly weeping girl lying prone before their father her heart leaped to her throat.
What was father doing? Why was he with Koma like this and not helping? He looked solemn as he studied his eldest daughter even looking remorseful but why she couldn't guess. The giant man's deep voice sent chills down her spin.
"Remember Komand'r you are the one who chose this fate. Handle your punishment with pride my daughter." The cold detachment he seemed to be forcing into his voice was something she'd never heard her kind, loving father use before. He looked at his daughter fallen form one last time his eyes unnaturally glassy before throwing her a single piece of clothing, turning his head swinging his massive body for the door. Walking back to his chambers the massive man stopped just at the foot of the door before continuing.
He didn't look back.
Koriand'r stood frozen for what seemed an eternity looking through the cracked doorway gazing at her sister's hunkered form. The nagging need to investigate was stopped cold by the fear running through her veins. The fear of incurring her sister's rage was a crippling thought. She battled with her thoughts for several moments before something caught her eye. She saw the bloody mess that was her sister's arm.
Striding into the room she noticed the older girl stiffen at the sound of the door's noise signaling her entrance. The dark skinned girl quickly reached for the clothes their father had thrown covering her left arm from view. A shaky hand came up to wipe away the tears that just seconds ago that had fallen so easily. If she wasn't so determined the orange haired girl might have stopped to marvel at her amazing ability to stop crying then change her demeanor so quickly.
"Go away." She mumbled hoarsely, pointy keeping her face hidden from the intruder. Hearing the sounds grow closer Komand'r forced all the remnants of her weakness aside. "Go Away!" She shouted aimlessly. Again the person didn't leave, gathering her courage she turned to face them their opinion of her be damned, the sight that met her froze the tamerian.
Standing before her with the most confident look she'd ever seen was her baby sister. She tried to glare the girl into retreating but it didn't have the desired effect, as the younger girl merely shook off the icy look lowering herself to her knees.
She didn't look her in the eyes as the orange haired grabbed her injured arm. Burnt flesh screamed in protest as Koma winced in pain, other than a quiet growl she didn't have the strength to resist any further. Throwing aside the bloodied clothe Kori looked as if she were about to break out in tears but surprising remained firm as she examined her sister. She thought this must have been her idea of a 'tough guy act' but she didn't call her on it. Gently stroking the burns across her arm green eyes met her own purple.
"Oh sister. . ." She murmured.
In that moment she realized Kori knew. For their branded across her arm several times was the Tamaranian symbol for 'Warrior' edged into her skin. As she gently wiped away at the blood on her fresh wound the wheels could visibly be seen turning in Kori's head. She was trying to figure out exactly how many times she had acted out and how many of those times had her sister taken the punishment.
Koma for all her talk of hating the younger girl, all the times she mocked, belittled and put down the other girl had never once allowed her to receive punishment for her anger.
Kori was your classic Tamaranian, ruled by their emotions allowing them to dictate how they acted. If she had just allowed the younger girl to receive her punishments it was very likely to have been rid of her by now. It was always something she said she wanted so why hadn't she just allowed it to happen?
It wasn't that she liked Kori that was for sure. She grated on the older princesses nerves. Her voice was too soft. Too easily frazzled. Even her presence put her in a bad mood on most days but yet the undeniable proof of her sacrifice was staring her in the face. She loved her baby sister.
For all she denied it she could never allow her to receive such a punishment. It would kill the free spirit that was her wildfire of a sister. She couldn't let that happen. She never knew why she took the punishments not exactly but she had done it all the same. Driven by some unseen force to protect the girl Koma had willingly taken the plunge for Kori.
From day one she had surprised herself by protecting the fool. Always hiding away her mistakes when she could or taking the blame when she couldn't. Afterwards she always went out of her way to show the girl how little she meant to her. Lying to herself and to the other princess Koma had made it her personal mission to make her sisters life hell whenever she could. Throwing taunts she didn't mean, mocking things she actually liked about the girl, always hiding the truth behind a thick layer of sarcasm. Despite all that she could never bring herself to allow anything to happen to her.
"I'm sorry." Kori finally croaked out. The urge to slap the girl came to her mind. Why? She wanted to ask. She didn't want her pity. She didn't need such a useless emotion pointed her way; she had made her choice without Kori's consent. There was no need for her to feel anything for her.
She was about to tell her where she could put her apologize when she was interrupted.
"You have received pain because of my foolishness. I have been weak sister, easily angered, too quick to judge a situation. No more."
She felt her eye widen.
"I promise you, you will never suffer because I was . . . unfit again."
She wanted to laugh. Throw a barraged of new creative insults. Mock her new found confidence filled speech as a delusion; anything other than just sitting here listing to this.
Wasn't this what she'd been afraid of? For her ignorant little sister to learn the truth and see her foolishness for what it really was. Too finally see how stupid and petty she really was.
In the deepest darkest pits of her screwed up mind Koma had always wanted this moment. For Kori to see what her foolishness had cost her, too beg for forgiveness but now that it was here Koma was baffled.
Seeing the hurt look dancing behind Kori's confidence was confusing. There was no satisfaction, no taunts or hurtful words falling from her lips, she didn't even want an explanation.
For the first time in what seemed like forever a smile graced the dark princess's lips.
"Good." With that she allowed herself to be pulled into her sister's tight embrace.