Morgianna had no idea how she arrived at her destination but somehow she had made it to what looked like a makeshift office. Inside at a table sat Finian and Fergus both deep in conversation.
"I think we should attack during the wee AM hours. Sora was never a morning person." Finian nearly spat the woman's name with enough venom to knock someone dead.
Fergus was grimacing. "Neither am I, but I agree with the early attack. It leaves us with more daylight since we do not know what we are running into."
Slipping silently into the room without detection, Morgianna made her way over to the table peering down at the map placed in front of them. "How many days are you leaving for preparation? I would love to have Finian, Alnwick, and Myra teach some moves to the ones who will be sent out to fight."
When the two Princes heard her voice right next to them they nearly jumped out of their skin. They were shocked that she could get so close without them noticing and shared a wary look with each other. Unbeknownst to them Morgianna hid a smirk delighted at their reaction.
"We were thinking 3 days, I know it seems too soon, but we have been preparing for years, your arrival has just given us a reason to finally act." Fergus sat a little straighter under her scrutiny his mind buzzing as he tried to figure out the small girl in front of him.
"Four days, give them two to train hard, one to rest, and then attack the fourth. I would also suggest a pincer attack. It will make your numbers thinned out in areas, but it will allow more people to invade at once and hopefully trap the enemy within so that they can be destroyed." Morgianna out her hand on her chin as she stared down at the map in front of her. She did not want to think of the deaths that would litter the pristine streets in front of her, only the end goal that would allow these people to return home.
Finian was gobsmacked with the way she spoke, it was as if she had planned many attacks before yet looked like a young babe in his eyes. "I am sorry if I come off as rude... But how old are you and how do you speak so freely of battle plans?" He himself did not begin learning strategy until he was almost 100 which even in human standards would be much older than Morgianna.
She did not even bother lifting her head as she studied the layout of the castle. "I just turned 12. My father may be a duke, but my battle strategy comes from personal experience." 'Yeah video games are totally personal experience Morgianna.' She mocked herself in her mind but did not look into the men's eyes. She had fought by Fafnir's side since she was practically a babe in this world, but never at such a large scale. To say she was not worried would be a lie.
Silence fell on the room, both men looking at Morgianna with stars in their eyes. All they could think about was that if she was this knowledgeable at such a young age then surely the fight is winnable. Plus they had their dearest elder brother and their two friends on their sides.
"When we attack, I think it best if I lead a small group separately from the main force. We would sneak in before the battle actually happens in the hope of finding Sora and Faust first. I know he is your brother and I would never expect any of you to kill your family, but if he is too far gone I will not hesitate to end him." Morgianna finally lifted her head from the entrances she had been studying making sure each brother saw the truth in her eyes. She knew Sora was the real bad guy, but for a man to betray his family and kingdom... It was unacceptable.
Finian and Fergus found their throats to become parched as they looked into her eyes. In them were a determination and a flicker of sadness. They knew that if the time came that their brother was to die she would step up and be his executioner without faltering. To see someone so young prepared to kill, and to do it for them brought mixed emotions into their hearts.
On one hand they were thankful that she brought them back Fafnir and was willing to help them get their own homes back... Then on the other they felt ashamed of themselves that they would have to ask someone so young to bloody their hands when they are leaving children older than her safely behind.
Before they could even formulate the words they wished to say to her the room was thrown into panic as a young female dragon ran in. Her clothes were bloody and torn as she gasped for breath. "Your highness! Our people are being attacked! It's the experiments... They found us."
"So it has begun, Sora must have found out about Fafnir's return and decided to be the first to attack. Finian, find Myra and have her stay with you and the Queen. Fergus, I need to wake Alnwick if he is not already and meet up with Fafnir. It seems that we do not have time to train anyone." Turning on her heel, Morgianna did not wait to see the reaction of the people left in the room. Princes or not she had no time for questions, each moment they wasted was the chance for more casualties.
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Finding Alnwick proved easier than she thought as the man in question was also searching for her. Fafnir and Myra were close on his heel as they navigated the winding tunnels. "We have to attack now. Myra and Alnwick will you stay with the Queen and the children while Fafnir and I head to the castle?" She saw a look pass between Fafnir and Myra but the woman in question only nodded her agreement.
Alnwick had a serious look on his face as he too nodded. "I have few recollections of what is going on so it is probably best for me to stay here. I will have Myra fill me in. Be safe, both of you." His red hair swished as he turned his head so he could look at Fafnir and Morgianna in turn.
Giving Alnwick what she hoped was a reassuring smile. Morgianna was proud of her group and how quickly they adapted to the changes. At the end of this they all deserved a vacation.
Turning her full attention to Fafnir she saw his eyes dart to Myra and back to her until he too nodded. With all of them in agreement it was time to go.
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The treck out of the mountain took longer than Morgianna would have hoped, but the moment they cleared the exit she wasted no time lifting herself and Fafnir into the sky with her magic. She knew he could fly himself but this would save them the time that they did not have to waste.
Flying straight towards the glistening white walls Morgianna saw what looked like thousands of corpses shuffling across the ground. It was as if a never-ending line of bodies were being sent straight to the location they were previously at.
Pushing herself a little harder it took them only minutes to arrive at their destination. Upon their arrival they saw nobody, not even one corpse stood between them and the front doors.
Fafnir was the first to move forward, placing his hand on the heavy looking doors in front of him. He looked to his left where Morgianna stood, took a deep breath, and pushed sending the doors flying inwards with more force than was needed.
Their plan to sneak was pointless the moment they were attacked first. Their enemy already knew they were coming and there was no point in being polite about it.
Fafnir lead the way to the throne room, the place they were sure she would be waiting. There was a chill throughout the castle as if it were already the peak of winter, yet there were no torches lit and every fireplace was without even the smallest log.
Walking down the wide hallway Morgianna could hear a soft melody being played up ahead through a cracked door. It sounded ominous as if it were their own personal death march.
Just before they reached the door the music stopped and everything was blanketed by silence. Morgianna and Fafnir shared a look before they pushed open the door tensed for what awaited on the other side.

(Imagine the flowers but wilted)
To the right of the throne sat a piano and in front of it clothed in a long black dress sat Sora. Her blonde hair falling gracefully to the floor behind her as she caressed each key gently without a sound.
Sora did not even turn her head at their entrance, as if they were of no importance. Around her feet, littered across the expanse between them were thousands of flowers, each wilted and decaying making the room smell like a funeral.
"I knew you would come. I wanted you to come... So I could kill you." Her voice was too sweet to belong to someone so vile yet it sounded like music to their ears. She turned her head slightly allowing them to see one of her blue eyes. It was dull, no emotion seen within.