Octavia Dupree the fallen princess
" Congratulations my lord, the baby is born" the house wife said as she informed Drack Dupree however the later seemed to still be nervous despite the information. "what about the mother did she make it, please tell me they is still hope I cant do it on my own, How is She!" he thundered not in the list being concerned about the basic courtesy you would expect from the king.
he was all to anxious to find the answer but his eyes portrayed that he was very scared of the reply despite his spat." Come inside honey" a soft voice seemed do break the deadlock outside the waiting room. Although it was soft it did little to dispel the nervousness inside Drake's heart as it seemed that it was the beckoning of someone who wanted to convey her last wishes before death.
"i have lived a fulfilling life and i all most of my happiness to you," after a slight pose the voice seemed to continue on " My only regret is that as i cant face you right now with a clear conscience, despite hogging you as the only wife of the empire, i have not given you a worthy heir and i lay dying i am still making unreasonable request. take care of our daughter, although she cant inherit the crown it is still our child don't let her be a sacrifice for political reasons and mostly please don't blame her it was not her fault.'' as if to indicate that what she had said took most of her strength, her hand dropped as she lay motionless never to move on her own initiative again.
"No!!" a voice full of despair could be heard throughout the palace corridors as the country lay still to mown the death of their only queens. After what seemed to be hours of crying drack finally promised " Who ever said that a woman cant inherited the crown, I will make her the best king Zimbobia has ever had had so that you can rest in peace in the afterlife, we will prove that you where never a failure and I will love our daughter dearly as she s the embodiment of your will and her name shall be Octavia." he then proceeded to the balcony after making the promise to his departed soulmate in order to address the morning empire.
" Today is a dark day, for Zimbobia has lost its loving queen. It is a day to morn but also a day to celebrate for she had given us an heir in her final days of life and those who oppose the reign of the new sovereign will be dealt with. All hail Zimbobia!!" he thundered as he declared.
"All Hail Zimbobia"
"All Hail Zimbobia"
"All Hail Zimbobia"
The masses enthusiastically responded as glee and elation should on their face for although it was a time of morning, after 40 years a new heir was born and it ensured another prosperous reign in the coming generation of the Dupree household.
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" Daddy, daddy daddy I have thought of a new design on the dress i am going to were when i am crown Supreme Queen when i grow up, and don't worry i am going to make them know that not only males can be king, I am going to be the greatest ruler Zimbobia has ever seen and I just hope you will be there to see it just you wait, ….." a eight year old girl could be heard in the silent courtyard speaking to a big bearded man looking by the side. Although she was acting like a spoiled princess by the way she talked, if you could look closer you would see a child that seemed to be a boy in every look and demeaner but unlike most boys that age she was holding a sword that was twice her size and swinging it wile talking. From the bids of sweat that had socked all her clothes wet we can deduce that she had been swinging the sword for some time but that did not show as she seemed all to eager to speak to the man who was watching by the side.
Drack stood by the side quietly listening to his daughter as she spoke about her experiences and dreams. Pride could be clearly seen on his face but his gaze seamed to contained something more. That gaze contained a hint of sorrow and guilt, the sorrow was for his departed wife and guilt for his daughter.
It had been 8 years since the dearth of his wife, during the first year he delayed his duties to take care of his daughter but as the king, the people needed him too so he went back to his duties but would always try to squeezer in time to meet his daughter.
She had grown up to be tougher than any adult for as soon as she lent to talk she was studying governance and as soon as she could run she had been doing marathons marksman ship, swordplay and the like. when she turned 6 she preferred to use male heavy swords and the weight kept on increasing exponentially within months. For as long as she remembered she had been wearing male clothes but she made it her resolve to were a dress only when she succeed her father as the king and that would be when she finally declares to the people that she was "a woman and proud to be such" and show that her mother was not a failed queen and his father not wrong for remarrying even after the death of his wife.
All the pain and commitment was clear to see in Drack's eyes but there was nothing he could do. Halfway through her training he tried to stop her but she had been determined even refusing to eat unless he taught her and that too why he was strict. He was very proud of his daughter and although he wished her to succeed he always felt guilty " All how i wish you could be hear to see what she is growing up into. They is no dought that she will be the greatest ruler Zimbobia has ever seen." he sighed as he thought, reminiscing about his wife.
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" warriors take charge the enemy is at sight." a thunderous but soft voice could be heard as it issued command on the battlefield. In the bloody path of the troops soldiers could be seen keeping formation and advancing in response to the voice but the figure of the voice could not be seen. It could only be seen if you walk among the troops for the leader seamed to be a 13 year old boy a heavy sword an her hand and a big gun at her back as she issued her commands.
Somewhere behind the frontlines a big bearded man could be seen monitoring the movement of the army." Don't worry my lord the crown prince will lead our troops to victory like she always does." a voice could be heard consoling the man watching.
"I know, I have faith in him but he is only 12 most people of his age are playing but he is here strengthening the empire, he has done more than any other veteran out there but somehow he still thinks its not enough" Drack responded without even bothering to take his eyes away from his daughter's body. "At this rate I am worried if she will ever marry, at the rate she is doing things I am worried honey." he added in his heart seaming to be talking to someone there.
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" Charge protect the Supreme Queen"
" We can fall but Zimbobia's greatest ruler must live"
" For Zimbobia ,.... "
" For Zimbobia "
" For the Alliance"
Shouts could be heard on the battlefield as a joint army comprised of all the galaxy species seemed to be united in protecting an 18 year old figure who was wearing a battle dress. Although she was never crowned due to the rise of war which threatened to destroy the entire galaxy, she however was named the supreme commander of the united front and just before the start of the war, she revealed her gender for she could stand living as man but dying as one was not in her plans. She would were her dress proudly too dearth fighting for what she believed in.
At list that was her wish but her subordinates were taking non of it. A year earlier war Brock out between the Waft galaxy and the Zerg who threatened to swallow everything in their path. An alliance was thus formed between all of the Waft galaxy powers and Olivia was named the supreme commander of a losing army that seamed to have no moral and was waiting for dearth to finally be declared. The situation continued as such until new improvements came with science. The galaxy powers found one of the Zerg queen's hive but instead of destroying it they studied it, trying to understand the telepathic link between the Zerg so as to hack their commands and cripple their network. They failed miserably but they somehow found the way to link their conciseness to their suits and thus assuring the birth of the neuro suits that finally tipped the war to level terms but that too was short-lived as the true king arrived in the Waft galaxy with stronger force and new weapons that although were not far of from their suit designs.
The deadlock was tipped not in their favor and on the verge of extinction a Kamikaze assault was initiated on the Zerg so that even if they perished with the galaxy they would die heroes for other galaxies out there. Drack however was not pleased with letting his daughter be the leader of such an assault and secretly told his people to forcefully launch the Trafford spaceship to abandoned the galaxy with the last ruler on board which leads us to now as the countdown was tacking place after infiltrating the Zerg mothership.
Zeusifer the king of the Zerg noticed that they was something wrong with the assault and ordered one of his subordinates to intercept Octavia's spaceship and he also told him to take with him his most priced possession, that is the Zerg's source of devouring power, the true birth mother, the Philosopher stone.
To Octavia it felt just like a dream after being drugged and forced onto the Trafford, she glanced at the co-odinites of the hyper jump only to see a set of numbers that were only known by the royal family and were the location of their safe haven were they could go only at the brink of extinction, it was only then that she knew it was all planned by her father but this realization came late for as she looked back she could only see a see a fire and heard a loud boom.
The operation had succeeded and she was the only survivor., However time did not give in to her so she could morn for her jump was interfered by a Zerg spaceship which too was the only surviving one. " No I can't let it escape" she thought." with their reproducing power if tone Zerg makes it out alive the all their sacrifice would be for nothing..." she screamed and acted like she had been possessed and attacked the ship heard on without using any weapon leading to a drift in their original escape path...
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"What dog fart Emperor, He has been chasing this lady for 2 years and now he refuses to see me, I will make him acknowledge his mistakes, I will make him take responsibility for this lady even if I have to beat him in front of his people to do so wu wu wu wu making this lady cry wu wu wu."
"He will take responsibility! He has to or my surname won't be Dupree." a maniacal voice could be heard on top of a desolate mountain as extremely beautiful 20 year old girl was shouting at the empty space. Although you could not decipher who she was talking about, if you knew her accomplishments then for sure you could understand that all hell would break lose and she would do what she said if not more. That lady was Octavia the fallen princess of the Waft galaxy.