The morning sun filtered through the silk curtains Rynhara's chambers, casting soft rainbows on the walls thanks to her shimmering wings. She stretched and yawned, her shark-like teeth glinting in the light, then glanced at the small crystal hovering on her bedside table—a device Tiamora had provided to track her "progress" as a princess.
"Alright, let's see what I'm working with," she muttered, tapping the crystal to activate it.
A shimmering display appeared in front of her, revealing her status screen:
Name: Rynhara Tiamora Drakethorne
Titles:
Darkness Dragon Princess
True Dragon
Villainess
Incarnation of Evil
Potential Starlet
Skills:
Dragonflight (SS)
Infernal Flame Breath (S)
Regal Presence (A)
Shadow Weave (A)
Nihilistic Roar of Victory (EX)
Holy Area
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Rynhara squinted at the list of titles, her mismatched eyes narrowing. "Darkness Dragon Princess? Villainess? Incarnation of Evil?!" She groaned, slapping a hand over her face. "What is this, some edgy protagonist simulator?"
Her eyes slid down to the list of skills, pausing at the EX-ranked Nihilistic Roar of Victory. "Okay, what the hell even is that?"
Without wasting another second, she stormed out of her chambers, status crystal in hand.
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Tiamora was in her private study, lounging on an enormous throne-like chair carved from obsidian and adorned with dragon motifs. She looked up from a document as Rynhara burst into the room.
"Mother," Rynhara said, holding up the crystal. "Explain. Now."
Tiamora raised a brow. "Good morning to you too, darling."
Rynhara pointed at the glowing display. "Why do I have titles like Villainess and Incarnation of Evil? And what is this Nihilistic Roar of Victory nonsense?"
Tiamora chuckled, her sharp nails tapping the armrest of her chair. "Ah, I see you've finally checked your status." She gestured for Rynhara to sit.
"Explain before I combust," Rynhara demanded, though she did take the offered seat.
Tiamora leaned forward, her regal demeanor softening slightly. "Titles like those are a reflection of how the world perceives you and the power you wield. Darkness Dragon Princess and True Dragon are straightforward enough—those come from your lineage as my daughter and your potential to surpass even ancient dragons in strength."
"Okay, but Villainess? I haven't done anything evil," Rynhara protested.
"Not yet," Tiamora said with a smirk.
"That's not reassuring!"
Tiamora waved a hand dismissively. "It's simply because you're a dragon princess. To most mortals, dragons symbolize destruction and dominance, so it's natural for such titles to manifest. As for Incarnation of Evil..." She paused, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "That one's inherited from me."
Rynhara groaned. "Why am I not even surprised?"
The EX Skill
"Fine, whatever. But what about this?" Rynhara pointed at Nihilistic Roar of Victory. "Why do I have an EX-ranked skill that sounds like it could destroy a kingdom by accident?"
Tiamora's expression turned serious. "That is my greatest legacy to you."
Rynhara blinked. "What, screaming?"
"It's not screaming, it's the noble roar of a dragon" Tiamora said, her voice carrying a hint of pride. "Nihilistic Roar of Victory is a skill that embodies pure, overwhelming domination. It's not only a physical attack that can shatter mountains and terrify armies—it's also a spiritual attack that breaks the will of anyone who hears it. When I used it in my youth, entire wars ended before they began."
Rynhara's jaw dropped. "You're telling me I inherited a weaponized temper tantrum? Also you admit that your not young anymore don't you?"
Tiamora's eyes twitched. "I prefer to think that I'm eternally 20 and for tour own information young lady your grandma had me at 10 000 years old while I'm only 1 000. Also that skill is an expression of absolute authority."
"Great," Rynhara said, leaning back in her chair. "So I'm walking around with an apocalypse button in my throat."
Tiamora leaned forward, placing a clawed hand on Rynhara's shoulder. "You may see it as a burden now, but one day, you'll understand its worth. That skill is a symbol of your destiny as a true dragon. Use it wisely."
Rynhara sighed, running a hand through her rainbow-tipped hair. "I don't even know how to use it."
"Good," Tiamora said with a sly smile. "You're not ready yet."
"Comforting as always, Mother," Rynhara muttered.
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Later that day, Rynhara sat in the castle gardens, the status crystal in her lap. The titles and skills still glowed faintly, a reminder of the power and expectations tied to her new life.
Kaelira strolled over, holding a tray of iced tea. "You've been staring at that thing for hours. What's up?"
Rynhara handed her the crystal. "Look at this. I've got titles that make me sound like some fantasy villain, and apparently, I can scream people into oblivion."
Kaelira whistled as she scanned the display. "Incarnation of Evil, huh? I always knew there was something off about you."
"Very funny," Rynhara said dryly.
Kaelira handed the crystal back. "Hey, at least you've got cool skills. All I've got is sarcasm and a knack for laundry."
"I'll trade you?"
"Hard pass."
Despite herself, Rynhara smiled. "I guess it's not all bad. If nothing else, I've got something to scare the nobles with next time they annoy me."
Kaelira grinned. "Now that's the spirit of a true dragon princess."
Rynhara laughed, her mismatched eyes gleaming with mischief. For the first time, she felt a flicker of excitement about her new life—and all the chaos it promised.