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.
Disclaimer; I wish I could say I own Teen titans or Ben 10 but alas, I clearly don't. I own nothing.
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A lie is just a great story ruined by the truth. –Barney Stinson.
A collective gasp reverberated throughout the ensemble of Tamaranians. The looks of absolute shock mirrored across the crowd told the story. Never before in the history of their people has the first in line been denied their rightful place on the crown, until now that is.
Despite the coldness running through her veins Koma couldn't stop herself from searching Kori out. The moment purple met green the older girl knew her sister had nothing to do with this.
Kori always wore her emotions on her sleeve, but to be more accurate her eyes. Whenever she needed to know how the other princess was thinking she needn't look any further. That's exactly what she did. Searching green tear filled eyes for any sign of betrayal she was lost when she found only hurt in the other girls eyes. If not her then who?
Purple shot across to the king.
Father. He was the only one who could've allowed this to take place. HE had let the council pick Koriand'r over her. Did he not realize what this meant? What such a public travesty would do to her?
Of course he knew. How could he not, the king; see that he had thrown her quite literally to the wolves?
By denying her the throne, her birthright by law, he was all but denouncing her from the family name. No longer would she even be considered a princess. Just a lowly commoner that happened to live in the kings abode. Perhaps not even that. If the man had the ghoul to disown her before the entirety of their social standing what right did she have to sleep under the same roof as them?
As the king walked by, Koma bowed her head unable to meet his intense eyes. It was unknown if the man felt any remorse for the disregard he'd just shown to his first born and for the life of her she couldn't gather the courage to find out. Shame and hurt circulated in her thoughts as the mumblings of the crowd grew into joyous celebrations as the shock began to wane. They were starting to realize their Dark princess was no longer a problem. Instead of the disgrace that was her brief moment at the crown they got their much loved princess of the stars.
There the dark princess found herself standing trapped in a monstrous nightmare forced to watch her little sister gain everything that was promised to her. All with the knowledge that life as she knew it was over. The proceedings lasted for hours with each passing moment the people seemed to forget she even existed. She was mildly curious how they could switch from their hatred to disinterest so fast.
The festivities of the evening past by her in a blur. Words were past between guests, songs sung and time elapsed. It meant nothing to the dark haired girl. She sat there, head drawn behind a main of dark hair glaring aimlessly at the dark locks.
A single purple tinted hand almost on its own accord glided through her hair. Was this really all it was? Different colors? Was that the reason she was no longer a princess? Or was it something more? It was hard to fathom that so much hatred; such a burning anger could be derived from something so trivial.
Unable to watch the rest of the ceremony she turned away from the priests blessing her sister instead focusing on her father. Unaware or perhaps ignoring the tear filled gaze heatedly staring at his back it was obvious the man only had eyes for Kori. Looking so proud at his youngest daughter a foul pit of rage found its way to her heart. How dare he. . .
After everything he's done he would just cast her off like this.
She wanted an explanation. She needed one. Deep down she already knew the answers to her questions but she had to ask him herself. She deserved answers. Despite her cocky exterior there was always a part of her that believed that maybe what all the people said about her was true. That maybe she was nothing more than a monster, unfit to rule. It was clear their father believed it.
Pushing back those thoughts with a violent snarl Komard'r determined she was going to give the man a piece of her mind. If he thought she was going to lie down and take this humiliation than he was wrong. If he thought she was a monster then she was going to show him just how much a monster she could become.
There she waited. All throughout the day the election ceremony dragged on, and with each shout of joy cheered out brought a sharp pain to the young Tamanrain's heart.
After several hours the party had finally started to wane as people respectfully returned home as the sun began to set. As people started to wane eventually it was only three who remained.
A heavy silence filled the throne room.
A purple blast echoed across the kings massive back. Smoke smoldering the evidence of a strike slowly fading away in a slight gust of wind.
Her father didn't react to the surprise blow. It had only been a warning shot after all. The blow hadn't even been strong enough to pierce his armor let alone skin but the dark smudge on his back smoldered hotly displayed for all to see.
Purple energy was pulsing in her hands and eyes threatening to break free. It would be so easy to attack, to push her sister aside and lunge for their father. Something held her back.
Kori held her back.
Green eyes bore into purple.
In her mind Komand'r registered that the younger princesses' stance wasn't aggressive if anything she was far too passive. As a warrior the dark haired princess was fighting her own instincts to attack her sister for standing before her and the target of her aggression. Forcing shaking limbs to still a snarl still escaped her lips.
She would never attack her sister. She knew this. Believed it. With all her heart she wanted nothing more than to protect her sister but it was still a very bad idea to stand before an enraged tamerian.
"Leave us Koriand'r."
The solemn voice spoke to the orange tinted girl standing between them. His tone was commanding, leaving no room for argument.
There was a hesitance in her sister's stance she hadn't expected to see. The girl before her had never disobeyed their father when he got like this. Their King was Kori's hero, the man could do no wrong were her little sister was concerned.
Why was she doing this? Koriand'r should hate her. Hell, she'd tried to get the girl to hate her. Every chance she had since her little sister was born Komand'r had gone out of her way to make the girls life hell. Yet here she was standing before the one person who treated her like the princess she was, for the older sister who by all means she should hate.
For so long she had despised her sister. From the moment their late mother had brought her home there had been a vile pit of jealousy that resided itself in her gut. Even back then she noticed the looks her sister received. In those eyes was something she'd never seen before, respect, acceptance, and worst of all Love.
Komand'r wasn't naïve enough to believe that her parents hadn't loved her but there was just something about the younger girl, while they tried to hide it she could see. They were happy to have a child born normal.
That was when the anger for her little sister had started. Filled with self-doubt and a depilating feeling of self-loathing pricking at her heart, the older girl had begun to act out against the other princess. At first it had been juvenile, little taunts here and there but as her life started to down grade she had compensated by taking it out on the far too emotional Tamamrian. Somehow deep down in her tormented soul she knew she was nothing more than a common school yard bully picking on the innocent girl who had been guilty of nothing more than being liked. It made her furious.
What did that say about her? What did that say about her sister? How could anyone care for even love a person like herself baffled her? How could her kind, loving, naïve but not unintelligent little sister possible spare her the time of day? The fact that Kori could actually seek out her company, push past the emotional barrier she'd created to specifically block her was amazing. So why was she doing this? Defying her beloved father for her evil sister.
Green eyes where lit with passion as they stared defiantly at their passive father. Placing a dark hand on orange shoulders curious eyes looked quizzically for the source. Koma didn't' bother speaking. There was no need, as her steely gaze settled on the King Kori got the message. For a moment she thought the younger girl wasn't going to leave her side until she felt a gentle squeeze on her arm before turning.
She could hear the pitter pater of small feet reluctantly leaving for the exit. The dark princess didn't spare her a second glance her eyes glaring at her father. To the man's credit he met her glare with nothing more than steely indifference.
For the longest time neither spoke. The silence was palpable.
It dawned on her that he wasn't speaking for a reason. He was allowing the angered girl to vent all her frustration giving her time to collect her thoughts even use them against him. The thought sent a fire of rage through her veins. Her hands visibly shook from the adrenaline.
How dare he. . . How dare that man try to be calm and understanding after the shit he just pulled.
"Why?" She asked. "Why are you doing this to me?"
She hated the begging tone her voice had taken. It was disgusting that after everything that had happened she still craved his approval. Not anymore, she mentally corrected herself.
"Am I not your daughter as well? Was I not the perfect princess?" Regret flashed across the Kings eyes but she didn't stop.
"After everything I've done, after all I've sacrificed . . . why? You promised me. You promised! For years you feed me your lies. That the throne was my right, my destiny. And just as it was about to become a reality you ripe it away to give to Kori?
"Was this some kind of sick joke? Giving me false hope, dangling the one thing you ever promised for your sick amusement. Tell me father, did you ever love me? Do you not care what your actions here will do to me?"
"Stop it Komand'r!" Raising from his chair purple eyes widened in fear at the large man's sudden approach.
Psychically cringing Kori stilled her trembling hands by her sides as the massive man approached. It was a natural response to react when the King was angry.
"Do you really think I the King wouldn't know the consequences of my Actions? That by putting the betterment of my people first I have caused my daughter pain."
"The betterment of your people?" She screeched.
"Yes, Koma. For our people's sake." The man cut her off not at all bothered by her tone. "Surely you've seen the distain our people have for you? Have you not ever asked yourself why they treat you a princess such?"
"Of course I do! I've asked that every day of my life."
"There is more to it then you think my daughter. It is not simple racism that drives them it's much more. Though you were far too young to remember."
"Stop speaking nonsense and tell me damn you."
"Despite what you may think of me I do care for you Komand'r. It has pained me to watch you suffer unable to do anything about it. It matters not if you believe my words but you will hear them. I had every intention of making you Queen. How could I not? You are my oldest daughter, the rightful heir to my throne, I wished to give you everything your heart desired but the council wouldn't hear of it. If I went against their wishes on an issue as sensitive as this it would have likely tore our people apart."
The king didn't bother stopping seeing the confused look he got. The man seemed to be building to something.
"Back when you were just an infant something happened. Something terrible. Tamaranian as a race are hated and feared across the galaxy, there are massive restrictions placed on our kind with even worse penalties for any who break these laws. Our people live hard lives even on the sanctity of our home. There have always been those who wish to return to the old ways removing our people from the slums we find ourselves in by force if necessary. These people would destroy us with needles war and slaughter. If would be the end of our race.
"For years we worked against a rebellion organization whose sole goal was to restore our people's place as a galaxy super power. For a time we believed we had managed to crush them finally leading us to a new direction of peace. This is where your part comes into play my dear.
"Obviously you are aware of your warrior heritage. With your enhanced skills and amazing battle prowess it leaves little doubt as to why the Tamarians of old where such fierce warriors.
"When your birth was announced we had no way of knowing the chaos that would ensue.
"Believing ourselves rid of the troublesome rebel organizations we allowed ourselves to become complacent, giving them ample time to grow in number and strength. While we celebrated our victory the enemy took our brief moment of peace as a chance to stock pile resources and weapons for war. Waiting for the right moment to strike.
"I see you've guessed what happens next. With the birth of a warrior of the black sun baring royal blood was announced the rebels acted in full force. They believed if they could manage to put you at the head of a new government a new grand order would follow. A planet wide civil war the likes of which we'd never seen before engulfed Tamaminrain.
"It was truly a sad moment four our people. After the conflict ended there was a massive rift between our people most of the strife pointed toward you. Even though you were barely a newborn public opinion was on edge, some even called for your death.
"I had hopes that time would heal their anger, that somehow our people would someday be able to see past your appearance and one day see you for who you really were. I was a fool. Those who lived through the war still hold on to their hatred staining their hearts, spreading their filth to the younger generation."
"Why wasn't I told?" She breathed.
"Because I forbad it. How could I allow you to take such a burden? Your life was going to be hard enough as it was. It wasn't needed."
"I was a walking Martyr! It was my life you were playing with and from my position it didn't look like you were doing me any favors."
"If I showed you any favoritism the council would have been calling for both our heads." He answered evenly."
"You were certainly not in any danger of that were you?" She spit spitefully. "I'm surprised you even noticed me at all as much has you dotted over Kori." The statement had the desired effect as emotion flashed across the massive man's face.
"Is that it Komand'r? Do you expect me to believe you're ruled by simple jealousy? I know the pain you put yourself through for your sister. I am not so senile to notice how close you've gotten with one another."
A lump formed in her throat at his comment.
"I will not deny that I gave Kori special privileges that you never had the luxury of receiving. In my guilt over my failures of my first born I tried everything in my power to make up for it with my second. I will not apologize for that but do not think I loved your sister more than you.
"You were meant to rule not Koriand'r. Where you are strong your sister is weak. When you excel she struggles. This is why I have to do this."
"You mean. . ."
"Yes Komand'r. This place is no longer your home. From this point you are never to return to Tamamrian."
…tbc
Well heres the next chapter! Oh, the bit of the rebellion actually happened. Ikr? Looked it up on wiki. Though it was the comic version of TT not the television show aired on cartoon network but I went with it anyways. It explains why Bf was so resentful of her sister. Also, I was watch how I met your mother yesterday and that quote by barney was surprisingly deep. So I just decided to put it in. As always, read, review, all that.