Like a single tear the shades of black and grey, of purple and silver, all seemed to start a ripple within her memories as she stared at her reflection through the mirror. A curvaceous frame was noticeable in the coat she wore, it was the coat of a noble and soldier, people would surely not only notice her importance, but her beauty as well. That idea alone poked holes through her confidence, as she was well aware of the men(and some women) who would try to flirt with her, which of course was all too awkward for her seeing as she really didn't know how to handle herself in those situations. The best she could do was try not to think about it too much, for she knew it was bound to happen, and she also knew that she could not change her outfit due to the queen, who had personally insisted she choose what was to be worn. Buttoning up, she straitened out the wrinkles she had left trying to fit out the uniform. It was the traditional purple, not yet suited with the breast plate and unlike the previous uniforms she was used to seeing on other soldiers, it had some major differences. Firstly, its pants were a tight, thin cotton like fabric and separated from her coat, a dark ash felt colour was the only thing to suggest it wasn't her bare skin, if it was white she was sure that many people would make the mistake of seeing her with no pants on at all.
Black boots went up to her thighs, covered in metal shard like armour covering her shins, shiny and made of a rare white silver. Her coat was thick and purple, long and loose two forked tails of the coat hung swiftly out the back, sure to trail behind her when she walked. As her previous blue jacket was, this one had almost the same design, her neck was covered with the fabric, and long sleeves covering all her arm. The only difference was that unlike the following outfit, this one was more tight and orderly, it also had armoured gloves with the fingertips looking like the claws of an eagle. She wondered how she would pick things up with them...They were gauntlets, (Something that was given to enhance a will users powers If either too weak, or just wanted to be stronger) with thinly detailed carvings of what she thought tree like in structure. A circle lay on top of her hand that spread links like webs over her arms. She looked stiff, but like most soldiers, this look brought an aura of authority. No matter how important she thought she looked, she still couldn't let her memories rest. Sighing, pictures of numerous soldiers dressed in this almost identical outfit flooded her mind, and she couldn't help feel relieved that no matter her position, she would never look as horrific as the ones who tried to seize her the day of her arrival in Albion. It was Logan who had ordered her capture, and as hard as she tried to remember that, she couldn't help but question the very queen she swore her loyalty to. Was she anything like her brother? Would she too, try to exploit her rare and dangerous talent? Questions like these filled her purpose with doubt, and as Nova stared blatantly at her reflection, her eyes grew hollow as the memory of her first day in Albion glazed her sight.
It was a beautiful day, with the sun emitting a pleasant ray of warm shine, and leaves the colour of the golden oak, the red of a fire and the green of the lush grass fell from white trees and flew in the wind with as much life as a newly born child. It was the beauty of Autumn, were everything that died felt more energetic and lively than before. She was on a cargo ship, one that was filled with spice and oil from Aurora, and wolf pelts from the Dwellers mountains(illegally), it also held some mysterious items from the land she had come from, The province of Versailles, Viña del Mar. It was meant to arrive at bower-stone market, but whilst sailing the seas of the unknown, the ship had been interrupted by another. It was the royal army, The Regals, filled with elite soldiers that were armed to kill. Quickly boarding the ship claiming peace, the men spoke to the captain, Eddie Mur, and asked where the 'will user' was. When Captain Mur replied with little to no knowledge of this so called 'will user', he was immediately executed. She hid underneath the boat, and lay stridden with the ropes and barrels of the hull, watching will horror as his blood seeped beneath the boards. Violent sea waters hit the ships body, rocking it with hard and uneven sways as screams arose from up top.
The clank of swords and bodies falling was felt from bellow, and whilst the crew struggled up top, Nova was fighting off the ropes that clung to her legs, and trying to untie them was almost impossible with her lack of balance. She could cast a fire spell, but oil drums were hard to avoid as it was, and the ships movements were too random to be able to trust herself with a flame that was just as hard to control. Her water abilities were basically non-existent, not to mention waters heavy element and mass was just as useful as a flower, no matter how flexible it was. The only thing she could think of was force, and be that one of her miner abilities, it was the safest thing she could think of. Gathering her breath, blue veins ran along her skin, glowing like moonlight beneath her clothing. The lightness of force drifted throughout her body, making her feel full and empty at the same time, it eventually built up until she felt it spill from her soul and drift along her skin, covering her from feet to fingertips. Her magic licked towards the element she wished to crush, until it grasped at the boats weakest wood point, migrating into its hollowed and decayed splinters. Testing it's weight, she put pressure onto it's surface.
Then, as an orchestra of moans and groans made signs of the ships weekend wood, it gave in to her force push. Water spliced through the boards, quickly filling the empty space and surrounding Nova. She'd broken the wrong part, and now the ship was going to sink! She floated towards the top of the ship, making contact with it's top. The spell grew stronger with touch, spreading her hands across it's ceiling, she cast the spell again, blowing up the wood into splinters and lifting her high into the air with the miscalculations that her other hand had also used the spell on the water. She misjudged it's affect on liquids. Gravity took it's toll, bringing her down quickly. She fell on her back with a loud 'ough' as all sense was nocked out of her, and an even louder moan emitting from the crash, making all soldiers stare in astonishment. Shock smudged some faces, as masks hid the others. None knew where she had come from, some looking to the sky for some reasonable answer. She did succeed in removing one of the ropes from her foot, but another still clung tightly to her ankle. So she got up, only to fall flat on her face. Soldiers charged her from every direction, and she rolled over to dodge her attackers, only for another to stab her hand with his dagger. Pinning her to the ground, pain came rippling from her throat in the form of a piecing scream in an attempt to escape.
She recovered with anger and hatred as adrenaline mixed with her magic, and the spilt blood came to life, becoming an essence of pure magic, she flicked it up to the soldier, who burst into flames. Pulling the dagger from her hand, she got up just in time for another to launch an attack. She called to the wind, the wood and the dead soldiers, allowing their energy to be sucked from the last of their life, and to become a ball of lightning that stung, making her tingle from body to bone. She let the energy flare out at the floor, making all the soldiers who were waiting to attack jingle and burst as they fell to the ground, hearts permanently stopping. The buzz wore off, and the adrenaline dimmed down. Her sight became as clear as spring water, but her ears were blocked as if she was swimming in it. A man screamed a warning in the distance as the boat began to sink, and one soldier decided to challenge her before fleeing for safety. She dodged his attacks, but his blade was launched in her shoulder, and as he ripped it out, loose blood splattered onto his chest, giving her the chance she needed. Surprising him, she slunk into his chest as if the wound had exhausted her, allowing her hand to curl to his chest, she felt her own blood within his coats fibres, connecting it to his own. She whispered a small charm as she linked her spilled blood to his, causing the blood pumping within his chest to attract to the blood outside his body. The effect soon killed him, but she was all too spent in the process. She became sleepy, her magic ebbing away her energy as the wound from her shoulder bled, she healed faster than most, with little to no scars, but it was not fast enough. As men fled to jump off the sinking ship, her body gave in to a simple shove from a soldier, making her fall effortlessly into the hole she so awkwardly flew out from.
The memories confused her purpose, and she jumped to the sound of the Queen yelling from behind closed doors.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" her voice was shrill, loud, but she hadn't completely lost it. Nova moved closer to the doors, the small dressing room anchor to dull light and dust. Everything was dull, really, with the curtains being a dull navy colour, the small cushions used to sit on were a dull fabric and looked rather stiff, even the smell was dull, a stale and old taste laminated itself on her tongue. The floors looked as if they hadn't been swept in a long time, and the room expelled a dead and boring semblance. All was not well within Nova's core, as she struggled to let go of what she had just remembered. It was a very long time ago, before the queen held her coronation, and for some reason it was the most vivid memory her mind clutched onto. She stood at the doors, constantly hearing the queen cursing inches from Nova, who smiled at her anger. 'I guess I have some things to look forward to...' she thought, then smiled harder. Her heart was filled with a sudden sadness that plagued it deeply, she looked back at her blue coat, remembering all she was before she came to Albion, then her eyes darted back to the mirror, and as she stared at her reflection, she hoped to god that she would not let her lands culture slip beneath her, nor did she wish for it to consume her. "Don't loose yourself in this pursuit, or you'll loose the only family you ever had", A familiar voice slipped into her head, and disappeared before she had a chance to place it. Looking back at the door, she opened it, entering into the war room only to get hit in the face with a pillow. "JEZ! What are you thinking opening the door like that?!" the queen said "Almost gave me a heart attack"
"I'm sorry...What did I do exactly?" Inquired Nova.
"The-door. Don't open it so slowly..." Nova gave the queen a puzzled look, who was holding her hand to her chest, breathing rather heavily, and caught Laz rolling his eyes from the corner of her own. "Don't worry, the queens rather emotional this morning" He said, moving closer to her, he whispered "Walters funeral was just held, and I think she's depressed because her life purpose has just been fulfilled and she has nothing to look forward too..." Nova understood, portraying it through a simple 'Oh' was all Laz needed to know she understood, though she had no idea as to who this 'Walter' man was, she still felt sad for the Queen, who now had less to look forward to. It would be hard for her to recover from a revolution, hell, it'll be hard for everyone.
"Walter isn't the only reason." she began, Nova now seeing the tears that streaked her face. "It's the stupid kingdom! Do you know how hard it's going to be? AND BORING. Oh god, I just had to be a little sheep and follow the rest of them." She was obviously being swayed by emotions, and hated to be seen as weak. So, when she got scared or sad, the Queen became angry. Her own image of a queen was someone who was strong, but it was also someone who didn't like the sight of weakness, which didn't really explain Nova, who had the weakness of being overly clumsy or inane when it came to social activities. So, if you thought about it, Nova was always portraying her weakness, yet the queen seemed to like her just fine.
"At first I was simply following into the revolution out of revenge, but then it became all to real...Oh Walter." The queen let out a sob, but soon turned it into an aggressing growl. "IT'S ALL BENS FAULT!" and the tables turned yet again. "He's such a douche bag. Do you know he's leaving the service of my army to go on some 'self fulfilling' adventure?" the queen sounded appalled by his choice, annoyance and disbelief swaying within her tone. "NO!" Laz said, complementing her complaint. "No doubt! While we stood around to talk about Walter, all he talked about was 'my adventure this' and 'soul searching that', And I was like 'SERIOUSLY?' like, WTF? I was planning on making him a commandant to the red coats! Who will I choose now? I don't know anyone, and all the soldiers are like 'ma'am', I need someone with personality. I guess it's not his fault" The queen looked as if her girl sesh was about to end, and she was on the verge of another breakdown. Laz elbowed Nova, giving her eyes like 'hey, where are you?'. Nova got the message, and blurted out "W-what a JERK!" The queens head lifted immediately, hope filling her eyes as Nova decided she needed to continue "Well, he didn't consider Walter, or the crown, I mean, t-that's just jerk-ish behaviour, you know?"
The queen nodded, and smiled. She cleared her throat, "Yeah. People have been real jerks lately. Though It's not enough to bitch about ben, I'm just acting like a foolish child, I need something to distract me... I think it's time to discus your position" and she got down to business, not all to Laz's surprise, but Nova found it rather odd that someone could jump from moods so quickly. "You look good in that outfit, suits you. Though you do still need a breast plate, I'm not entirely sure what fashion could provide maximum protection...not to mention, woman are really hard to fit seeing as we have...extra baggage, should I say?" Nova looked down at her boobs, embarrassment flushing red on her white cheeks. "Well, you'll have to go through some measurements, plate testing, some training and whilst that's happening, I'm going to organise some more training to cut down the remaining Regals, then I'll hold a tournament to see which should be the top ten. Twenty of them shall be placed in the ranking of second, and you will be apart of the first. Reaver sent me a rather interesting letter, and I'm please to say he wont be here for awhile, so I've put another Industrialist in his place to build the arena and headquarters of my 'spies'. So, after the choosing's, I'll send you to get comfy with your new crew, and get you on your first mission. How does that sound?"
It was a rhetorical question, and as the queen smiled away her tears, the doors to the war room swung open, revealing a rather flustered Paige. "I'm sorry to interrupt" the rebel said "but I couldn't help overhear you've decided to keep the most untrustworthy men within your army, not only to train to be dangerous, but also spies. What are you thinking? The last thing this city needs is more of it's wealth to drained by army profits!" She was fuming when she first came it, but seemed at a loss when she saw Nova. Then she saw the uniform, and her jaw just fell right off. "I don't understand...why are you dressed like that?"
"She's the leader of your 'dangerous spies', or have you not heard? BY THE WAYYY, I'm not draining the city of it's wealth, I'm enhancing it's safety." The queen announced rather arrogantly, striding past Paige, beckoning for Nova and Laz to follow. "Wait, I though the position was given to a Dweller. She's not even from Albion." Paige asked, keeping up with the queen's long strides.
"Not a Dweller, a Dweller Representative. So you see, the person could've come from anywhere, they just needed to be a Representative of the Dwellers." The queen put it mater of fact-ly, and continued to walk at her rather long pace. They crossed through the garden, past the large and scary statue of Logan, and crossed into a brown wooden door, were the queen let Laz and Nova through, but stopped at the threshold to block Paige from entering. Meanwhile Paige still had questions to put to Nova, who was too far gone to be questioned. "Nova! No...Rrh...NOVA!" She yelled, Nova had heard her and turned around, only for the queen to finish. She looked at Paige directly, staring into her eyes. "Don't fret so much, if you know Nova, you should be relieved of any doubt that this project is anything but a wast of time. Not that I'll let you have any say into what's best for my Country, seeing as you cant do anything without so much as forcing the issue into dismissal. After all, It's to comfort all of Albion into safety!" And with that the queen slammed the door on Paige, who whispered under her breath.
"More like for the comfort of a queen." And walked slowly off, stopping at Logan's statue and wondering.