The Sylph - Doctor x OC

Greed of the Universe

Greed of the Universe:

The waters were cool and clear, silent and empty. It was disheartening, wandering through the underwater cities that used to be so full of life and love. A prevailing secret society, in fact. The Sylph legend spread far and there were many tales of their beauty and elegance. Their worth.

In the end, that's what got them, the Sylph were powerful, but peaceful. Telepathic beings of both the land and sea, they had unusual abilities- and their natural kindest saved many from drowning in the temperamental waters of their planet. However, perhaps they saved the wrong person. Welcomed the wrong person into their society, to trust in their secretive existence.

It was fast and they had begged for peace. In the end, however, many on both sides were killed. The bounty hunters and the Sylph. Because a Sylph's tail was priceless. And overall, it turned out people were greedy. Their reasoning was money. And they used the profit they made for the war. The Great Time War was a devastation to almost all, and her species was unintentional funding for numerous sides.

A discontent hum emitted from the female Sylph, the very last of her kind, protected from her brethren's demise by their high council. She, for the first few years of her life, stretched out her legs and was taken in by a humanoid guardian who had recently died of old age, prompting her to revisit the waters of her people once more.

Her tail swished lightly through the water at a lethargic pace, it's emerald sheen matching the intensity of her eyes. Each scale glistened brightly, mixed with a hue of harsh white diamonds. The grand Citadel of Estmere was encompassed in a storm. A security mechanism she easily passed.

They may have gotten their people, but her heritage and her people's treasures were thankfully still protected. Nobody could get down here, the water would make sure of that.

Draining the entrance chamber, she breathed a little in discontent as her tail shifted to make way for her legs. The main Castle had been drained, containing a collectible of libraries that were made from paper and could not be sustained under the salty water. Her people may have been secretive, but they were also curious, which could be seen by the numerous books they had collected over near millennia.

Running her fingers over the spines, she carefully replaced her wet clothes with a fluffy robe. Only her family had entrance to the doorway she used. It was the private section of the castle, and it broke the Sylph's heart to see her parent's items thrown around the place as if nothing had ever happened to them in the first place.

Smiling a little as she walked over to a coral pedestal, she traced a delicate finger along the indentions on the side. Carved out elegantly was her name, Miraial Kai Nishitara, pronounce Me-rye-ail Kai Nish-e-tah-rah. It means gifted, honest, dark elegance in Sylphian tongue.

Her surname Nishitara explaining a trait passed down the royal family- their dark hair. It was a rather uncommon trait as most of the Sylph were blonds and gingers. The Royal family along with the nobility seemed to have taken shades of brown and black that stayed almost constant within royalty because of the arranged marriages.

Upon the coral pedestal sat a jeweled crown, adorned with shells. It was slightly nostalgic to Miraial, as the last time she had worn it, having just been pronounced Crown Princess, it had encompassed the entirety of her head and she kept having to adjust it with her tiny hands.

Oh, her mother and father's laughter! She could still hear it now. It was so long ago, over a century when she hadn't even reached her mother's hip.

She laughed bitterly, placing it upon her head to see it now fit perfectly. In event that the King or current Queen should die, it falls to the Crown Prince or Princess to take the throne. She was the queen of an extinct race! Wasn't that hilarious?