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Second part of the "I'm writing this dragon book! can you guys tell me how it is so far? :)"

Tue, 30 Sep 2025 00:55:37 +0000

It's not finished yet but here you guys go *Yeets at you*

Chapter three

Amethyst blinks groggily, her vision still a little blurry — but at least she managed to rest this time.

A slow blink, followed by two more.

She finds herself sitting up, glancing around her room, her snout moving as she starts to wake up.

Dim moonlight pours in through the windows, and if she glances to her side-

Her breath hitches.

Why is my balcony door open?

More importantly, why in the name of the Phoenix was it open at THIS hour?

Alarmed, she jumps out of bed and cautiously pads over to the deck, tail still, head lowered.

I hope it isn’t something terrifying.

What if it’s a Sol-flame dragon—coming to eat me?

Or… what if it’s nice?

She passes through the doorway, only to be met with the sounds of crashing waves, sea birds, and some very faint talking from one of the royal parties held much later at night.

She stares out at the ocean and the star speckled sky, feeling the cooler night breeze ruffle her fur and hear it gently blow the bed curtains behind her.

The ocean is much darker now, at night– an almost eerie, empty blue running along steep cliff faces and then out, out, out as far as she can see.

The moon is mostly hidden by the clouds now, making the scenery around her seem even more haunting than usual, ghostly and grey.

Everything seems to be exactly as it should, so why did something not feel right?

Maybe the wind blew the door open, or maybe she just didn’t close it properly?

Maybe-

She cuts herself off mid-thought as she feels a creeping sense of unease, as if something is not right.

Her fur begins to bristle, and her small ears perk up involuntarily.

She scans the landscape in front of her, but she doesn’t see anything abnormal at all.

What if it’s inside her room?

wait…

A chill runs down her spine, and she turns her head to stare behind her… and something stares back.

It’s a figure, a figure she has seen many times before.

It stares at her with big, empty, white round eyes, tears of the same glowing milky shade pouring down the sides of it’s face, dripping down it’s snout and onto the floor, then vanishing.

It’s small pup-like body is entirely black, like a silhouette, the darkness only broken by a red, bleeding heart shape on it’s chest, also dripping, but this time pooling on the floor around its front paws, disappearing before it spreads any farther.

Amethyst just stares for a moment, unable to figure out what she should say, what she should do, what she should think.

The child-like figure tilts its head at her, watching, waiting.

Waiting for what?

She wants to ask it, but it has never answered her all the times she’s tried.

Does it choose to ignore her questions, or is it just unable to speak?

It abruptly turns around and pads towards the room door, which was already alarmingly open.

Should she go after it, was that a good idea?

Her shallow breathing echoes in her ears as the creature stops in the doorway, then slowly turns its head to stare back at her with soulful yet empty round eyes.

Although it doesn’t speak to her, she feels as if it’s asking her to follow it… but to what— or where?

Why is it here, what does it want?

It wheels its head around to face the hallway again, then continues moving towards it, leaving her behind.

Amethyst waits for several more heartbeats— motionless, uneasy, curious— before finally stepping forward to head after it down the corridor outside, torches on the walls lighting the passageway with flickering, dancing flames.

While she can hear her own soft treading on the floor, the spirit’s movements are silent, mysterious, just as is everything else about it.

Her ears twitch at the sound of talking somewhere distant inside the palace.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

With every pawstep the chatter gradually grows louder and louder, but still faintly muffled.

She’s not close enough.

Not yet.

The inky figure leads her forward, then takes a right, black tail dragging across the floor, but there is still no sound coming from it.

Eventually she can almost hear the entire conversation, and she stops just in front of the room’s entrance, tilting her head to peer just beyond the corner and into the chamber.

She freezes, dead still, as does her breath, her eyes widening.

Inside stand her parents, Shark and Leopard, the king and queen.

Both of them are busily chatting away to a few other dragons of higher importance, including Ivory bush, one of their favorites.

But it’s not who they are talking to that she finds so terrifying, it’s who they are talking about.

Me.

She realizes it with a jolt of fear from her head all the way down to her claws.

But why?

Why in the middle of the night with only a few others?

She bends her head down to lightly nip at her upper arm, as if this was a dream and that would snap her out of it.

She feels a small stab of pain— sharp, real, and pulls her head back.

No, definitely not a dream.

Her gaze drifts back to the room, tail now flicking against the floor anxiously, the figure still next to her.

“She’s completely insane, I'm telling you!” Ivory bush argues, tone clear as a bell.

Amethyst flinches instinctively.

“So what do you suppose we do about it then?” Leopard, Amethyst’s mother, growls— fur bristling in agitation.

The two pause, then both turn to Shark, who has an inscrutable expression on his muzzle.

They remain in silence, as does Amethyst and her shadowy companion.

Completely insane…?

She looks at the Spirit, the spirit only she can see, the spirit who led her here in the middle of the night, the spirit who never uttered a single word.

She feels another wave of chills wash over her, especially as a particularly morbid thought crosses her mind.

What if I'm imagining it, what if it’s not real, what if I really have lost my mind?

I can’t feel it, I can’t hear it, I can only really see it.

Of course they thought she was completely off her rocker at this point, and she realized she was starting to feel the same.

Nobody wants to talk to me besides Ember, everyone avoids me. I hate it.

Suddenly, in a low, harsh tone her father says “Lock her up far away from everyone else. She’s gone mad and she might get dangerous if we’re not careful. Imagine what they would think if word outside the kingdom got around that the youngest princess of Abyss, MY daughter, was insane? We must keep this a secret.”

Amethyst’s eyes water, and she tries to stop herself from crying.

Lock me up?

Her own parents would lock her up?

Where?

She knew they didn’t like her, but she never guessed they would do that of all things.

It feels like she’s been kicked in the stomach. Like her intestines have been twisted into deep, aching knots

The conversation fades out of her flat ears, replaced her own screaming mental protests, and she stares down at the spirit, unable to will herself to do anything else.

The spirit tilts its head to look up at her, those big sorrowful eyes staring at hers, appearing almost empathetic for a creature she had created with her own delusion.

She’s seen it over, and over, and over again.

Little flashes here, appearances there, watching her at night, reflected in the dark ocean water.

Come to think of it, the thing was basically haunting her, torturing her by slowly draining her stability and pushing her deeper and deeper into insanity.

But it felt so real to her, she couldn’t be insane, right?

The last question came off as so whiny, desperate— like the idiot daughter they had imagined all along, optimistically clinging onto the hope that she was fine, that everything was ok.

But nothing felt ok.

It felt like the castle walls were crumbling all around her, pieces of stone crashing into the sea until they piled into a mass of wet, horrible, rubble.

After another long pause she hears something, a voice, scornful and entitled “We’ll… we could say she injured herself while out swimming at night… and has to be taken care of.”

It was her mother who said that… her mother, out of all dragons.

“And you are sure they will believe it?”

More silence filled only by the distant waves crashing against the seawall.

“Of course they will, they are loyal citizens after all, aren’t they? I doubt anybody in this palace would think anything of it for too long, she always was the more… disappointing daughter anyways,” Her mother responds to Shark.

“When shall we get on with it? Tomorrow night?”

This time it's Ivory bush who joins the debate.

“Yes, yes. I suppose that would be alright…” Amethyst’s father waves a paw dismissively.

Amethyst feels like she’s been kicked yet again, tears streaming down her face, mirroring the creature beside her.

It was bad enough that he wanted to lock her up, but how he was acting like it didn’t matter— like SHE didn’t matter… that made it so much worse.

But there had been a tiny bit of hesitation in his voice— small, but just enough to give her a glimmer of hope.

Hope, the one thing she never seemed to get enough of.

She can feel the water droplets racing down her muzzle, where they meet her lips and she can taste them, salty, but bitter in her mouth, burning at Shark’s words.

And her mother— why did her mother seem so eager to be rid of her?

She may never rule, but she’s still their daughter— their child.

Their family.

No, stop, I need to think.

She tries to harden herself, attempting to both look and feel less like a mushy pile of emotions.

They said they were going to do it tomorrow night, which means I need to leave soon.

She wipes her eyes with the back of her paw, drying her face.

It would be no use trying to talk to them about it, as she had learned over the years that they would never listen to her anyways, no matter what she said.

But… I can leave tonight, if I want to.

For the first time the entire night she feels a jolt of excitement.

Real excitement.

She was allowed to leave at night, to go swim in the ocean.

She could do it.

But did her parents already alert the guards? Or were they really that serious about this whole ordeal remaining secret, and believable?

Yes, they must be.

If they had alerted the guards, they wouldn’t have even let her leave her room.

Wait, what if they are planning on it?

She needs to go, she must go.

She turns, facing behind her, back down the hall.

The spirit simply watches her, not trying to stop her, not trying to help.

I'm writing this dragon book! can you guys tell me how it is so far? :)

Mon, 29 Sep 2025 23:36:25 +0000

(I just turned 13 and I'm not sure if this is good or bad writing so please help.)

Chapter one

“In the beginning,” the Priestess, a smooth ivory scaled dragon accompanied by ethereal looking golden fins, speckled with little white dots, began.

She was telling the same story as always— how the world was brought into existence.

How the one book she was grasping like the last chunk of elk meat at the dining table held all the secrets of the universe… and, three hundred pages later, all the answers.

The Priestess’s name was quite fitting, or so Amethyst thought, matching the color of her scales, it was ‘Ivory bush’.

Only, she was not named after a mere bush or a priceless artifact, or even an actual piece of ivory itself, but rather a species of coral.

Amethyst blinks slowly, tiredly.

She sighed, sitting back on her haunches and letting her arms dangle in the space between her body and the seat in front of her, resting her chin on the wood.

“There were two daughters and a mother, the mother we all know as the Phoenix, and the daughters, Dusk and Dawn. Their mother, the Phoenix, had the gift of creation, and with it she created our planet, a paradise with eternal youth, which meant no death, no pain, and no suffering,” Ivory bush rambles on.

Amethyst turns to her sister, Ember, who is patiently listening to the story they heard at least once every week.

Ember looks much like Amethyst, for she has a sleek, light grey coat with very short fur, a snout with an almost seal-like quality, two arms, two legs, a big tail for paddling through the water, webbed paws, a whiskered face, and fins that almost look like those found on a beta fish, compared to the shark-like ones appearing on Ivory bush.

Like most Eastern sea dragons, Amethyst and Ember had sleek, aquatic bodies — but their fin and underbelly colors were unique. Ember’s faded from yellow to red, while Amethyst’s shifted from pink to lavender to violet.

Their species lives in a warm, tropical sea, and while mostly dwelling in the water, some still visit or live entirely on land.

“Psssttt, Ember!” Amethyst puts a paw on the other side of her snout in a loud whisper, as if that would stop anyone from seeing she was talking.

“What…?” Ember asks— actually quiet, unlike Amethyst, shooting her sister a curious glance.

“I’m SO hungry, when do you think this will be over?” Amethyst asks, flicking the tip of her tail impatiently as she glances over at the Priestess.

“But Dusk soon grew jealous, so she sacrificed her sister so she could use their combined power to give herself the gift of creation, like her mother,” the priestess droned on.

Yawn, Yawn.

She could really go for a clam, or maybe a fish, or even seaweed would be fine at this point.

“A while. You should know every long and boring story, boring for you anyways, is going to begin with a cryptic ‘in the beginning’ so try imagining a gazelle getting twisted in half by two crocodiles so you can remember how lucky you are to live in the ocean instead of an air dried savannah,” Ember responds, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

It’s clear she is joking, but imagining adorable looking animals getting ripped in half by giant reptiles is both disturbing and nauseating.

The thing that bothered Amethyst the most was the idea of that happening to her favorite animal, deer.

Some deer did live in the savannah after all, didn’t they?

Her ears flick back and she shifts in her seat.

She felt that same, uncomfortable feeling she felt when she was nervous.

She shakes her head to rid it.

“Blinded by her jealousy, Dusk decided to destroy all of her mother’s creations, and the paradise they lived in. She made them grow old and die, she made them starve, she made them thirst, she made them drown, and she made creatures to hunt them down and kill them. Horrible, horrible creatures,” the Priestess continued, but Amethyst was paying little attention, lost in thought like always.

She had never seen one before, a deer.

Her home, the kingdom of Abyss, happened to be built into a towering limestone cliff face overlooking the ocean.

The cliff face itself is mostly shades of brown-ish red or orange, with some tan and almost gray colors mixed in.

The water near the shore was a bright turquoise that faded into a darker blue the farther out it went.

Her tail twitched, and she found herself wishing she could dive into that ocean, instead of sitting on a wooden seat in sanctuary, thinking about the ocean and all the things in it.

Corals, some tropical fish, sharks, sea lions, albatross, dolphins, whales, seagrass, seaweeds, the list goes on and on.

But, as Amethyst remembered, no dragons hunted sharks, as they were too large with too many teeth, and if they were hunted they were very, very expensive.

Amethyst herself was a little larger than a wolf, but maybe she would grow bigger?

She was only fifteen, after all.

And besides, a nice fresh caught fish sounded much better than a sliced up shark.

“And with these creatures she made sol-flame dragons, creatures born to kill with flames to burn us all. They’re bloodthirsty, and they don’t care who they kill, old, sick, young, children. It was only a matter of time before they turned on us and slaughtered us all,” more growling from the Priestess, this time she let her resentment slip into her words.

Oh, right, the dragon but somehow not dragon species that had been hunted to extinction, the so-called monsters.

Amethyst had never seen one in dragon, but she had seen drawings, and that was enough.

They all had sleek, dark grey fur, fading into black by their paws, tail tips, snouts, and ears, with long, slender bodies, and most oddly of all, strangely colored flames on their backs, necks, and tails.

“Which is exactly why that edict is in place!” Ivory bush snaps, thumping her back foot hard against the smooth and patterned onyx flooring and making Amethyst jump.

Right, right, the edict.

The terrible edict that was decreed seventeen years ago to kill all Sol-flame dragons on sight, without mercy.

Even if they were supposed to be monsters, was it really fair to judge and kill every last one?

But wait… Ivory bush just said Sol-flame dragons would kill children, so why is it suddenly glorified to do the exact same thing but with a species that was deemed worse?

She furrows her brow in thought, tail stilling against the wood.

Ivory bush looks mad, very mad.

The priestess shoots a glare at the two, although it’s particularly directed towards Amethyst.

“And is also why YOU need to stop with your visions!” she points a claw at the younger sister, who winces.

Younger sister… Amethyst— too unserious, thought of as the so-called runt by those she was close to except for her older sister, Ember, who was destined to be queen.

They are both princesses, but from the start her mother and father, the king and queen, knew that obviously the older, calmer, wiser of the two siblings would rule.

The downside to ruling was that Ember would have to marry, for what is a kingdom without heirs?

But thankfully that future seemed very far away, very, very far.

“I can’t help it!” Amethyst whines, giving the Priestess an innocent expression.

“You just wait till you’re declared insane and they lock you up!”

“But- I swear I'm not insane!” more back and fourth, more bickering, but she knew Ivory bush wouldn’t listen to her or even try to understand.

“Enough! Think about the goddess and rid your head of these disturbing thoughts,” her words are cold, harsh, final, leaving no room for argument.

“I… alright…” Amethyst murmurs, her ears folding back as her face takes a downcast expression, her tail dropping.

“Go to the great hall, both of you,” Ivory bush growls, the midday light shining through the stained glass windows behind her.

Amethyst jumps off her seat and Ember is quick to follow, the two walking down the Sanctuary hall, rows of seating on either side of them, the entire building decorated lavishly for something that could be described as desperately clinging to the side of a cliff.

On the right side are carved stone walls and pillars, images of dragons chiseled into them, and on the left were stained glass windows with pictures of the Phoenix, Dusk and Dawn, and other religious paintings.

Up above them was a huge vaulted ceiling, and between carvings and stained glass were elaborate tapestries with jewels woven into them, one portraying Spirit clan, the final resting place, in the sky, adorned with sparkling diamonds.

Another tapestry showed a land with a grey sky, and in the center was a waterfall, but instead of water there was blood, and the land was covered in rotting corpses or skeletons.

It was meant to show the death Dusk had brought upon dragons, and the suffering it caused, but really it was just straight up horrifying.

The Sanctuary, a place of worship which they had just been lectured in by Ivory bush, was currently lit well by the stained glass windows, but at night it was brightened by candles and torches, all having very elaborate holders, of course.

Back behind them was the altar where the Priestess, Ivory bush, the one who preached the holy book known as the Book of Creation, stood, still glaring at them and lashing her tail.

Amethyst quickly averted her gaze, feeling as if her fur would start melting off if she met the dragon’s death stare for a second time.

The two sisters reach the large, open doors, Amethyst passing through first, Ember following.

The door leads to a hallway, and the two decide to head down a flight of stairs which would bring them to the main area of the castle.

The castle is one of the only structures sticking out of the cliff face, spiraling and twisting upwards, catching the sunlight and shining radiantly as it overlooks the sparkling ocean.

It has many windows, some with glass, some with almost fence-like tangling wood that allows vision outside while still being able to feel the breeze as it blows inside and pushes the bottom of the tapestries back and forth.

The palace is made of a beige colored stone, contrasting nicely with the bright blue ocean it overlooks.

Amethyst stops to poke her head out a square shaped window, the shutters already pushed open and tangling with the flowering vine plants that have been potted on the ground next to the window, and are now crawling upwards and onto the conveniently placed wooden rafters.

Amethyst can’t help but wonder if those were installed just for all the plants that seemed to inhabit some areas of the castle like glamorous weeds.

“I’m actually pretty starved too, you know,” Ember says to Amethyst, her tone playful.

“Oh, really? Well now we can consume the food together! yay?” Amethyst chirps, the reminder that she was soon going to be eating lifted her spirits.

“Yay,” Ember confirms, nodding with feigned wisdom, moving a little faster to trot beside her sister, her pawsteps making faint sounds through the corridor.

The floor outside sanctuary doors was no longer onyx, but just beige stone tiles that are the same shade as the walls, evenly placed, well cleaned.

Amethyst can feel the difference on her paws, the transition from smooth and cold to rougher and warm.

She enjoys wandering the palace. Peering out at the flora. Watching the cliffs and sea below.

If she cranes her neck she finds that she can see the exterior of the lower areas of the castle, the structure getting progressively larger the farther down it got until it reached the seawall, the upper areas spotted with balconies, some holding lavish pools, and others holding tables of food as dragons chatted, ate, and drank.

Food.

Her muzzle twitches, moving her whiskers as she inhales the scent wafting up from the tables below.

It smelled good, really good.

As she looks she can feel the gentle wind blowing her fur and fins, a little salty, per usual.

Further down the upper corridor, which she did, she could see more stone windows, this time with little openings— no bigger than her head, starting at the floor and stopping at the ceiling with two teal curtains on either side.

She keeps walking down the tunnel, Ember still following.

Amethyst takes a tunnel that leads right and then down, down, and farther down, to the lowest balcony, about forty feet above the sea wall.

She sees the pavilion up ahead, not much farther.

On it are quite a few dragons, but she can’t recognize them yet, she’s not close enough.

What about her parents, would they be there?

She briefly pauses, a single thought now crossing her mind
I hope not.

—------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter two

Eventually Amethyst and her sister reach the dining balcony, and Amethyst hesitantly steps out, her eyes scanning for her father.

She can feel herself tensing, stiffening, bracing herself for a judgemental stare.

Her paws tremble ever so slightly, and her breath hitches.

Ember nudges Amethyst with her shoulder, making her attention snap back to her sister.

“So, what are you going to eat? I’m really hoping I can get some of that bison before Obsidian eats it all,” Ember says with a grin.

Right—Obsidian, their younger cousin who ate like a pit under a village. A bottomless one.

Amethyst glances over at him, and sure enough he is dangerously close to the bison, about three or four feet, and would probably try to eat it as soon as he saw it.

He had this odd habit of not having anything for breakfast, then absolutely devastating the lunch table.

When questioned about this by Ember, his only excuse was that ‘the lunch food is better’ and then he would scurry off to the next unsuspecting carcass.

She then turns her attention back to her father, who is thankfully too busy chatting with her aunt and uncle to notice her.

“Oh, maybe the…” Amethyst pauses, narrowing her eyes and surveying the balcony.

The… well there were so many options, most of them new.

A salad? A strange mysterious fruit she didn’t know the name of? Maybe a pastry?

What about shrimp?

She hesitantly walks over to the table and peers at it, only to glance to her right and notice Obsidian holding a fish in his mouth, looking awfully guilty as soon as he sees her staring.

“Hi..?” She says, lowering her head slightly, the universal body language for ‘please don’t be scared of me,’ although maybe not in that specific phrasing.

“Mfff,” he nods, ducking his head as well, albeit a bit awkwardly.

The two both stand in painful silence for a couple moments, Obsidian just holding the fish while Amethyst tries to decide whether or not to continue this conversation.

“How are you today?” she tries, smiling and silently praying it doesn’t come off as creepy.

“Goomfff,” Obsidian replies through clenched teeth, nodding— although his eyes keep darting back to the ground, probably nervous.

It now occurs to her that being caught with a fish in your mouth by the princess probably wasn’t ideal.

“Right, sorry. Um, I was just going to eat some… shrimp. I’ll leave you alone now.”

Amethyst turns back to the tables, her ears flicking again.

She hopes she didn’t bother him too much, she was just trying to be friendly.

Or maybe he just didn’t like her, and she found that the idea actually stung more than she thought it would.

Her muzzle twitches, and she takes a few steps closer to the table, the ocean breeze fluffing her fur.

Her ears flick at the distant calls of seagulls and many other seabirds.

Distant because they had learned, over centuries, that if they went near almost any dragon they would be snatched up as soon as they were seen, and then consumed, but not by royalty, of course, and not by Amethyst.

She took a plate and then headed back to where the shrimp was, grabbed a few, then prowled around again a bit more in search of anything else delicious.

Half the food here was imported from other kingdoms, as Abyss didn’t exactly have a giant supply of tasty land mammals and vegetation on or near the edge of the cliff, waiting to be scooped up, but still, there were plenty of other fish in the sea… literally.

She notices Ember munching on the bison a couple tables down, and is happy she actually managed to eat some this time before the rest of the dinner party— reminiscent of a flock of hungry skuas, devoured it.

And a little farther down was a table covered with fish, poultry, and other more exotic bird species.

She could eat most of the food here— but not all of it, so there were a few tables set aside with meals and snacks her species couldn’t digest.

After a minute of expertly (in her opinion) dodging the other guests occupying the deck she finally makes it over to the table, and it almost feels like clinging onto a log hanging over a raveen for a few minutes, only to finally pull herself up onto it, safe and sound.

Who would have thought the literal princess of Abyss would have to scuttle her way about the dining balcony as if she was treading over a glacial field?

She turns her attention to the salmon, not the kind that travelled through the sea Abyss was located on, but rather the kind that was found farther north, in colder seas or rivers.

She silently debates whether or not she could eat the entire salmon, and if so, could she do it without making a complete fool of herself?

She quickly snatches it, hopes her movements were swift enough to not draw further attention to herself, and then briskly gallops over to the rail on the farthest right, stopping only a few feet in front of it.

She plops down on her hind legs, setting her food in front of her, taking a moment to gaze out at the ocean.

She’s lived here all her life, but she can’t help but appreciate how beautiful it is, how joyful it makes her to wander around the halls and onto the balconies, to watch the moonlight reflecting off the waves, to see the last light of the sunset sparkling over the water.

She takes a bite of her salmon.

It tastes good, like always.

After a little while the sun is starting to set, casting an orange and golden glow upon the castle.

Ember is still socializing, chatting with other dragons of higher importance, flicking her tail against the stone floor as she speaks.

The evening may be fastly approaching, but that doesn’t exactly mean the guests would leave, in fact almost all of them— especially the older ones, were still here.

Holding drinks, nibbling at the food— once vultures now reduced to crows, feebly picking at whatever displays caught their attention.

Amethyst decides to leave, after all, she doubts anyone would notice.

She feels her ears pin back, but for now she’s too tired of trying to be herself cheerful to do anything about it.

She stares down at the ocean, at the areas that aren’t reflecting the blinding light of the sun.

Would anyone be angry if I went to bed early?

The same thought she often has repeats inside her head again, wording different, but meaning still the same.

Would anyone even care… or notice?

She curls her drooping tail around her back paws, her gaze now dropping even lower to the base of the balustrades.

No. They wouldn’t.

They never do.

She turns and trudges over to the doors leading back inside, both of them still open as they had been for the entire day.

She passes through them and returns into the building, and after several steps she is immediately greeted with a blossoming plant right next to the window, the light from the sunset illuminating its rosy petals and lime colored leaves.

The sight of the potted greenery brings a small, weary smile to her face, her eyes seeming to brighten, even if just a little bit.

It was like an infestation at this point, albeit a good smelling one.

She leaned down to inhale the scent of the flowers, her whiskers brushing against the stems and petals as she did so.

While she found all the plants scattered about a bit silly, she didn’t mind them at all, and she doubted anyone else in the castle did either, because why else would there be so many of them?

Who could hate seeing an adorable plant waiting to greet them after they just swallowed the dead bodies of its distant relatives outside?

She turns to continue down the hall, eventually making her way to her room.

Her room…

Amethyst’s bed was in the middle of the room, the bedframe being made of snakewood, embedded with jewels (mostly blue), while driftwood covered the top— twisted into almost circular shapes.

A curtain was strung against the bed pillars, embroidered with different sea creatures and animals.

The floor was covered with a carpet which had floral designs on it, all being varying species of exotic plants, while right of the bed stood a vanity, also lightly soaked in jewels.

Amethyst padded onto the carpet, the fabric feeling softer under her paws than the hard flooring just outside of the room.

She jumps onto the bed, which of course has several stuffed animals on it, and then flops onto her side, stretching out her limbs while resting her head on the pillows.

Most of the pillows.

The particularly lacey ones tended to poke her uncomfortably, or stick too much, so every night she found herself tossing them to the side where they would collect in a sad looking pile.

“Why won’t anybody sleep on me?” She can imagine the decorative pillows whining as another one of their own is carelessly thrown atop them.

She glanced over at them and stopped, almost laughing at how ridiculous the notion was.

Why am I feeling sympathy for pillows of all things?

She lowers her head back down again, now rid of the frilly menaces.

While she enjoyed her adventures around the palace, it was always nice to head back into her very own room, for she wouldn’t have to act so happy here.

The last thing her parents would want is a depressed princess.

That might even be the final straw for them— to see her oozing about the palace like a daughter-shaped sloth, letting her sorrows spill onto her face, acting like ‘being a possible heir to the throne of a mighty kingdom’ was a tiresome chore she no longer had the energy to complete.

She slowly closes her eyes, the world around her slipping into black, now just her thoughts.

Would she have another vision?

Would she start sleepwalking around the palace in the dead of night?

Please don’t.

She silently begs herself, although she knows it won’t do her any good.

She starts to feel herself comfortably drifting away into a deep sleep.

Dreamless.