Chapter 12:

The weather was just like she said: hot and humid, and defenitely unsuitable for flying a huge wooden plane.

Cyran sighed, after so much planning and building, he even got the chemicals ready, it was so hard to find nitrogen sulphite in an ancient place like this, you know?

Kara was standing beside him admiring the wooden airplane she had built.

'What are you waiting for? let's fly it!' she jumped.

Before she could go he stopped her.

'No way you can't fly in a less windy place like this, we need someplace with more air.' he said.

'Well then make another machine that produces air just like you built the rain plane.' she exclaimed.

She was just too excited to even talk.

'You know I can't just magic up a machine! it will take time, effort, energy and a very intelligent mind like mine.' he boasted.

'So you can't make it?' she asked annoyed.

'NO! that's what I just said!' he jumped.

'Alright, fine we can go to the great mountains, it's pretty windy there.' she pointed a huge mountain just miles away, explains why they get so much water.

Cyran looked at the mountain and at her and Peanut for a few minutes.

'Well?' she asked.

'Well, we need to bring this there then.' he replied.

'What? I'm not pulling that thing again!' she replied, as if she pulled it outside in the first place. She did it all with the help of those guards and slaves and she was just bossing them around.

She kind of reminded him of the evil queen malificent, with her parrot, oh wait, that's wrong, she had a magic talking mirror right?

'You? please, tell me you're kidding.' he frowned.

Peanut howled at him, indicating that he is a nut for disgracing his master.

'It's ok peanut, let me translate for you.' she cleared her throat.

'What peanut is trying to say is that you cannot disrespect the graceful, elegant, charming, georgeous, smart, wise, beautiful heir to throne with your snarky comments.'

He rolled his eyes.

This is just great, not only is his mother a monster who left him in the cold but her daughter is a spoiled and arrogant brat who thinks she is better than everyone.

'Whatever, call your gurads and let's get this over with.'

She scratched her head uneasily.

'What is it this time?' he asked annoyed. The sun is going to rise soon and they will have to test it before the queen asks for his ideas!

'Yeah ok, um, so here's the thing, what the problem here is I can't call them because of something.'

'What? you called them before you can call them now right?'

'That was a mistake, that was more of a lie, it's because eh...'

'She lied to the guards she is a helper and her mother found out, so they won't help her anymore.' a voice answered from behind.

They both turned to the direction where the voice originated.

It was Ming, Kara's personal maid.

'Ming?!' Kara acknowledged her shakingly.

Aside her was the red-head from the dungeon.

'Hey red-head, you're here!' Cyran exclaimed.

He wasn't so happy to see him like Cyran.

'Princess, you lied to a high-ranking general and attempted to run away again. Do you know how much it has costed? Are you well aware of the consequences?' Ming asked concerned.

Kara faced away from her.

'What is she going to do? detain me like always? shout at me? Beat me?' she asked with no emotion present in her voice.

'No, it's something far worse than that I'm afraid.' red-head sighed.

'How worse?' Cyran asked.

'More like detained from your home, permanently. He paused before the last word.

'What??'

Both of them faced down in sadness and embarassment.

'Your mother has...been given a serious task to collect all of the strong warriors and discard the weak ones.' red-head said.

'With no exceptions to whomever whatsoever.' Ming added.

'I...' Kara gulped.

So she was being banished because she couldn't pass the basic tests? So her mother decided that she has no use for her?

'How could she do this? I'm her daughter! I'm the heir to the throne! You can't just discard me from the throne!' she cried, holding back her tears, but she gave up eventually.

Cyran watching all this quietly tried to console her.

Apparently, he's not very good at these kinds of things.

'Hey, it's alright, it's not the end of the world now is it? What, you might be thrown out your kingdom, lose your status as the daughter of Maguire and heir to the throne, and live the rest of your life in some small town with a guy with a big, weird mustache who picks his nails and eats them...'

A sudden frown from her shut him up.

'But that won't happen, right?'

'Huh, so she thinks I'm useless. I'll prove her! I'll take intense sword training, pass the test and bring back the head of the king of Gharxil, will that make he happy? will that finally satisfy her?' she yelled at them.

The scared monkey trotted down her shoulder and behind Cyran. Even it feels quite comfortable with an absolute stranger now than his own master, because he knows how she can be when she's mad.

'I'm running away then, I don't need to be banished, i'll do it first, go spread the news, the princess is running away-' she stomped her foot in absolute fury.

'And then?'

'And then I'll...bring her the head of the king and prove to her.' she replied.

'You can't pass basic sword training, you think you'll be able to pull it off?' asked Cyran.

He's a good guy, but sometimes his rational thinking makes him look heartless.

'I CAN! I'LL SHOW YOU!! I'll show you all!!' she huffed and puffed.

Ming and red-head exchanged looks at each other.

'Your highness, I'm afraid I have to agree with the dungeon boy.' red-head replied.