Post by Z inactivealflyanaalflysdottir on Jun 15, 2016 22:15:32 GMT
"Life’s a trial by fire..."
Alflyana stared out the window of her quarters, watching the tiny blue planet shrink away in the black abyss of space. She had spent a very small fraction of her long life there, but still, she couldn’t help but feel like she was leaving a big piece of herself behind. Her life had ended there on Earth, snatched away by the vengeful attacks of a petite Russian. In truth, she had deserved every gash the Black Widow’s knife put in her flesh, and every bullet that ripped through her. It was no less than she would have done, had the tables been turned; it was no less than she’d wanted to do at learning her Handmaidens had been killed.
The life she’d lost, and the four women who had stood beside her almost longer than Alflyana could remember were only a small part of the hole whose missing piece was back on Midgard. What space remained, she knew, was taken up by one incredible man: King Victor von Doom. Although his world saw him as nothing more than a tyrant, Alflyana knew him to be perhaps more selfless than even he imagined. He was kind and gentle, but a firm mentor. His tenure as a monarch afforded him a point of view relevant to Alflyana’s new outlook on her royal life, and his abilities with magic had helped her to control the new power resting under her pale surface.
She envied the small contingent of Svartalfar who’d been left on Midgard to serve as the Princess’s eyes and ears in the years to come. Perhaps once things at home settled down, she would be able to visit again, but for now, she needed to focus on the task at hand. Pushing out a gentle sigh, Alflyana took one last look at Earth before turning away and heading towards the door.
It slid open at a simple gesture, and she swept out into the wide hall of the Reaver. Two Svartalf warriors fell into place at her heels from their posts at either side of her door. Alflyana regarded them silently, her eyes flickering down to the boots visible in her peripheral every other step. Both had proven themselves not only useful, but loyal during Thanos’s attack, and although there was no real threat here on board the Reaver, the Princess honestly felt safer with them there. Rhikaros - an umbrakinetic like her brother - was as straight-laced and poised for battle as ever. His new partner as the Princess’s royal guard, Kelyna, was considerably more fluid and easygoing, much like the tongues of flame she controlled.
Their commanding officer, and the head of Alflyana’s personal guard, met them at the end of the hallway, and she realized she’d need to change the name of that contingent. All of her guards had been female before, and so Handmaidens worked. Now two of the three were men, and something told her neither would accept such a frilly title. Her golden-flecked orbs softened at the sight of Valtyrr, and she smiled despite herself in response to the languid expression sprawled across her lover’s face.
“Your brother’s waiting for you, Yana,” he drawled, falling into step beside her with ease.
“I waited years for a younger sibling - he can wait a few minutes,” she retaliated, a teasing grin finding its way onto her lips.
When they finally reached the war room, Alflyana didn’t need to tell Rhikaros and Kelyna to wait just inside the doorway. Valtyrr stayed at the Princess’s side, however, as she crossed the room, only stopping once she did. For decades, he had served as Amalroos’s second-in-command. That honor now resided with the Prince’s best friend, Ilztas.
Alflyana nodded to both men as she came to a stop at the head of the table before letting her eyes sweep across the board. It came to life at a simple touch, offering everyone around a three dimensional view of the galaxy they called home. “Thanos is wounded and on the run. Normally, I think my brother and I would agree that this would be the perfect time to mount an attack on his stronghold, but I suggest opting for the sure victory: regaining our freedom.” As the planets settled into place, Alflyana zoomed in the scope of the map to include only their planet.
All around the table, murmurs picked up, but they trickled to silence as the Princess prepared to speak again. “No one on Svartalfheim knows of the Mad Titan’s defeat at the hands of the Midgardians again. I propose we go there first. Let’s show our people that the might of the Svartalfar did not crumble when Thanos took hold. We have hundreds of warriors on board with us to lead the attack. It won’t take those the Mad Titan left behind to take up arms and join us. And if we can get word to our brethren in the bowels of the planet, our cavalry could arrive in as soon as a few days.”
More murmuring picked up, accompanied by nods of agreement. Alflyana was a soldier, certainly, but the true logistics of this plan would not be drawn up by herself. Amalroos was still the Lord Commander of the Svartalf army, and as such, the details of this battle would be deferred to him. Together, they would do what their people had not managed to do sixty years ago.
And once the chains had been broken, and her people could see her as their savior, it wouldn’t be long before they made her their Queen...
The life she’d lost, and the four women who had stood beside her almost longer than Alflyana could remember were only a small part of the hole whose missing piece was back on Midgard. What space remained, she knew, was taken up by one incredible man: King Victor von Doom. Although his world saw him as nothing more than a tyrant, Alflyana knew him to be perhaps more selfless than even he imagined. He was kind and gentle, but a firm mentor. His tenure as a monarch afforded him a point of view relevant to Alflyana’s new outlook on her royal life, and his abilities with magic had helped her to control the new power resting under her pale surface.
She envied the small contingent of Svartalfar who’d been left on Midgard to serve as the Princess’s eyes and ears in the years to come. Perhaps once things at home settled down, she would be able to visit again, but for now, she needed to focus on the task at hand. Pushing out a gentle sigh, Alflyana took one last look at Earth before turning away and heading towards the door.
It slid open at a simple gesture, and she swept out into the wide hall of the Reaver. Two Svartalf warriors fell into place at her heels from their posts at either side of her door. Alflyana regarded them silently, her eyes flickering down to the boots visible in her peripheral every other step. Both had proven themselves not only useful, but loyal during Thanos’s attack, and although there was no real threat here on board the Reaver, the Princess honestly felt safer with them there. Rhikaros - an umbrakinetic like her brother - was as straight-laced and poised for battle as ever. His new partner as the Princess’s royal guard, Kelyna, was considerably more fluid and easygoing, much like the tongues of flame she controlled.
Their commanding officer, and the head of Alflyana’s personal guard, met them at the end of the hallway, and she realized she’d need to change the name of that contingent. All of her guards had been female before, and so Handmaidens worked. Now two of the three were men, and something told her neither would accept such a frilly title. Her golden-flecked orbs softened at the sight of Valtyrr, and she smiled despite herself in response to the languid expression sprawled across her lover’s face.
“Your brother’s waiting for you, Yana,” he drawled, falling into step beside her with ease.
“I waited years for a younger sibling - he can wait a few minutes,” she retaliated, a teasing grin finding its way onto her lips.
When they finally reached the war room, Alflyana didn’t need to tell Rhikaros and Kelyna to wait just inside the doorway. Valtyrr stayed at the Princess’s side, however, as she crossed the room, only stopping once she did. For decades, he had served as Amalroos’s second-in-command. That honor now resided with the Prince’s best friend, Ilztas.
Alflyana nodded to both men as she came to a stop at the head of the table before letting her eyes sweep across the board. It came to life at a simple touch, offering everyone around a three dimensional view of the galaxy they called home. “Thanos is wounded and on the run. Normally, I think my brother and I would agree that this would be the perfect time to mount an attack on his stronghold, but I suggest opting for the sure victory: regaining our freedom.” As the planets settled into place, Alflyana zoomed in the scope of the map to include only their planet.
All around the table, murmurs picked up, but they trickled to silence as the Princess prepared to speak again. “No one on Svartalfheim knows of the Mad Titan’s defeat at the hands of the Midgardians again. I propose we go there first. Let’s show our people that the might of the Svartalfar did not crumble when Thanos took hold. We have hundreds of warriors on board with us to lead the attack. It won’t take those the Mad Titan left behind to take up arms and join us. And if we can get word to our brethren in the bowels of the planet, our cavalry could arrive in as soon as a few days.”
More murmuring picked up, accompanied by nods of agreement. Alflyana was a soldier, certainly, but the true logistics of this plan would not be drawn up by herself. Amalroos was still the Lord Commander of the Svartalf army, and as such, the details of this battle would be deferred to him. Together, they would do what their people had not managed to do sixty years ago.
And once the chains had been broken, and her people could see her as their savior, it wouldn’t be long before they made her their Queen...
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