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Cith
Legacy Name: Cith

The

Dawn Chai
Owner:

Rox

Age: 15 years, 3 months, 1 week

Born: January 28th, 2009

Adopted: 15 years, 3 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: January 28th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 426
Strength: 1,041
Defense: 1,041
Speed: 1,036
Health: 1,030
HP: 1,030/1,030
Intelligence: 906
Books Read: 864
Food Eaten: 1015
Job: Hotel Chain Owner

Name: Cith
Gender: Female

Personality

Cith is quiet more often than not, though not by choice. There is little room to speak in the presence of a queen, and there are few moments when she can pull free from her mother's gravitational pull. She has a generally low opinion of herself and thus low standards for her actions and for her words. She had no particular fondness for her role as princess, seeing it more as a cage than a privilege.
In her present state she is pliant, obedient, naive, graceful, and respectful. Lurking deep down in the far reaches of her soul lies a headstrong, unstoppable force with loud opinions and words like daggers. But all that is unrealized, hidden away, locked inside a cage forged by years and years of repressed anger and doubt. Only occasionally, when her mother is just far enough away to give her a breath of air, she lets herself imagine the grandest fantasies where she says what she wants, to who she wants, however she wants. Even if it means, dare she say it, interrupting.

She is simultaneously terrified and exhilarated by conflict. Her nerves send tremors of fear throughout her body, her wings fluttering. Then when the moment finally passes where she could have finally let out more than an 'I'm sorry, you're right' and more like a 'No, you pompous, ignorant bat-brain', she is disappointed.
There is a war brewing within herself that she does not fully see nor comprehend, and it is only a matter of time before the small, infrequent signs of mild irritation evolve into something much more...life changing.

Appearance

Cith is a young and beautiful princess--obviously the daughter of the Queen with all the similarities to the older woman.
She has short pink hair that curls slightly at the end, perfectly framing her face. Golden brown eyes, a small nose, and full lips added to a slightly rounded face give her the air of delicate beauty. Being petite in size finishes off her doll like appearance. Wings of soft, translucent material complete her look. They shine a yellow-green color in the sunlight. Butterflies of all colors fly gently around the princess.
Cith appears to be docile on the outside--showing nothing but happiness and calmness. Anyone who looks at Cith would only see an obedient princess. However, she hides her true self behind the facade of a good princess. She doesn't speak much and doesn't think much of herself because of the role thrown upon her. Secretly, she wishes to be freed from the caged life of her role.

Backstory

Before Cith was born, all the different races of butterflies ran their own kingdoms, and they lived together peacefully. But the new queen of the malachite kingdom, was ambitious and thirsty for power. In a short time she had conquered all but one of the races, the last to retain its autonomy being the monarchs. So Cith was born into a world where every day revolved around the latest invasion, the latest retaliation. Everything was war meetings and fear that leaving the palace walls meant that maybe the world on the outside was possibly even colder and more cruel than life on the inside.

Being the only surviving royal offspring, her mother had no choice but to invest time in molding Cith to become the promising young ruler she needed her to be. This was her war to inherit, her empire to rule, and her mother would not live forever. On her eighteenth birthday, everything changes when Cith decides to run away.

Story

Cith could hear the sounds of the palace staff preparing a banquet, her birthday banquet. She was supposed to be out there in an hour. Her attendants had been with her only moments ago to help her get dressed for the evening. It was to be filled with decadent meals, suitors aplenty, and all the exchanges of pleasantries that were forced upon her. She would probably have to dance with at least a few of them, the men who had arrived to pursue her under her mother's watchful gaze. But there was something building inside her, a desire that had been haunting her the past week. Ever since the planning had begun for her birthday ball, she had been devising a plan of her own. An escape.

She supposed that perhaps the idea had been so appealing because it had felt more like a rage fantasy than a concrete plan for action. Something that Cith could chalk up to being just another bout of wishful thinking that had distracted her from all of her responsibilities. But now there she was, not dressed for the ball, but in lighter, more comfortable garments suited for movement. She stood before the doors that would lead to her personal balcony. It faced the rear side of the castle, the one that jutted up against the mountain forest where there would be the least amount of witnesses. For this she was quite grateful because she knew a search party would be sent after her, and she hoped that if she could get a few hours head start then maybe she would never have to come back. Just maybe she could be free.

Cith opened the doors and stepped out, looking over the edge for any would-be spectators to her ultimate display of independence, her ultimate revenge against her mother. If she left, then her mother would have no one to take her place, no one to ensure that her legacy of control and power lived on forever. The dynasty that she had always envisioned, one of her own making, was about to come crumbling down that evening. The best part, Cith thought, was that she didn't even know it. There had been no suspicion, partly because Cith hadn't even known if she would go through with it. Nothing about her behavior that past week had been out of the ordinary at all.

She stepped up onto the balcony railing, extended her wings to their full glory, and dove off the side, letting the air catch her and carry her away. She made for the tree line, wanting to be out of sight as soon as possible. Her wings carried her just beneath the forest's canopy, but well above the dangerous forest floor where beasts ready to devour her prowled and snarled. So much panic, so much excitement all of it aching within her chest. Cith flew and flew, long after the sun had set and her joints were in agony. It wasn't until she'd reached the other side of the forest near the base of the mountain that she allowed herself to land.

It was safer there, in the small clearing beside the mountain stream. All the creatures that would love rip her to pieces were soon to be winding down in the face of the sun rising not that long from then. She was so tired, but the adrenaline that was slow to leave her. Cith looked around her, eyes examining the horizon for perhaps a better place to rest. There was a spiral of smoke lifting into the sky, and the light of a fire not that far away. It was extremely improbable that any of her mother's minions had gotten this far. No one outside of the castle had actually seen her, as she had been cooped up for so long, that was why the celebration that evening was so important to her mother. It was to be the presentation of the Princess to the empire. Finally she was to be revealed to the world.

Cith approached cautiously, peering around the trunk of a small tree to examine her potential friend or foe. She gasped, and then immediately clamped a hand over her mouth. A monarch! No, surely he would kill her on sight. The last remaining kingdom not under her mother's control, the Monarch kingdom had resisted for many years and still did. They fought small skirmishes with her mother's forces, only ever defending, always making their point clear. They would have no quarrel with the empire as long as they were allowed to stay a separate entity. The Malachite Queen always got what she wanted, and when she didn't, those who stood in her way were treated to a special brand of cruelty.

"You can come out now, miss," the man grinned, looking straight towards her, "I'm not going to hurt you, it seems like you're in need of a warm fire which I have to share."

He gestured to the strong campfire he'd made which was cooking something in a large pot hanging over it. Still afraid she stayed put, not sure if he was trying to lure her into some sort of trap.

"I made some soup, dandelion greens and daisy honey, nothing all that special but it'll fill you up," he got up on his knees and peered into the pot, stirring it with a ladle he'd picked up off his blanket.

Cith could feel her stomach turning with hunger, and while she wasn't at all used to the more rustic...cuisine that he offered, anything sounded good about then. Finally, she came out of her hiding place and approached the fire tentatively, gauging his reaction.

"Well isn't that a surprise," the monarch commented, the easy going smile never faltered, "such interesting people I have the good fortune to meet."

"You...you don't mind that I'm...?"

"A malachite? Nah, I don't care where you come from. Rudeness and kindness are universal, you seem more like the latter to me, what's your name?"

"Cith," she answered, taking the proffered bowl of soup and settling in next to the fire.

It amazed her how this total stranger could make her feel more at home around a campfire eating peasant food than her mother had tried to her whole life.