part 94 S2:Brewzilla continued to parade

Tittle : Bloodlines of Betrayal S2 - Celestia's Ascension

Written By : Reviline James Wang

thrilling saga of Bloodlines of Betrayal: Celestia's Ascension:

The morning sun shone brightly over the palace, casting long, warm beams of light across the royal gardens. Celestia, with her usual grace, strode through the grounds, her gaze flickering occasionally to the infamous giant rubber duck. Despite its absurdity, she had to admit that it had a certain charm. It was as if the duck had come to represent the palace itself: full of surprises, chaos, and unexpected moments of laughter.

Dante, as usual, was busy making his rounds, "fixing" things that weren't broken and generally causing more chaos in the process. As Celestia passed him, she caught him mid-sentence, gesturing enthusiastically toward a group of palace staff.

"And that's why I believe the rubber duck should have its own throne," Dante proclaimed, as though it was the most logical thing in the world.

Celestia stopped in her tracks, raising an eyebrow. "A throne, Dante?"

He turned to face her, eyes wide with excitement. "Yes! A throne! The Duck of Destiny deserves the best seat in the house. I mean, think about it-how else do you honor a hero of its caliber? We need something majestic."

Before Celestia could respond, Draven appeared at her side, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, I've heard of giving royalty a seat of power, but a rubber duck? That's a new one."

Celestia sighed, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in her tone. "I honestly don't know what to say anymore. Every time I think things are under control, we end up with a royal rubber duck and a request for a throne."

Dante nodded enthusiastically, completely unphased by the sarcasm in her voice. "Exactly! This is what it means to embrace destiny. The universe has delivered a duck of greatness to our doorstep-how can we not honor it?"

"By not making it more ridiculous than it already is?" Celestia suggested dryly.

Draven chuckled, wrapping an arm around Celestia's shoulders. "I say let him have his throne. Maybe we'll get a reality show out of it."

Celestia shot him a side-eye. "Now you're encouraging him."

Dante, catching the glint in Draven's eye, beamed even brighter. "Yes! Imagine the audience! The ratings! The people will flock to witness the coronation of the Duck of Destiny. We'll make history!"

Draven's grin widened. "It's certainly one way to get famous."

"I'll get the throne," Dante said before anyone could protest, already rushing off to the nearest armory to find something that could serve as a "royal seat."

Celestia let out an exasperated breath, looking around at the gardens in disbelief. "What have we become? I feel like I'm living in a circus, not a palace."

Draven laughed, his arm still wrapped around her. "Honestly, Celestia, this place is as much a part of you as you are a part of it. The chaos, the humor-it's your kingdom, after all. Embrace it."

Celestia shook her head but couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips. "You know, you might be right. If I've learned anything, it's that I can't control everything. Sometimes, the madness is what makes it all work."

Just then, a loud noise echoed through the air, followed by an unexpected splash. They both turned in unison, their eyes widening as they saw Brewzilla, decked out in full gladiator armor, charging toward the fountain. The rubber duck floated innocently in the water, completely unaware of the impending chaos.

"No, no, no!" Celestia shouted, her hands flying to her hair in panic. "Brewzilla, stop!"

But it was too late. Brewzilla, with a battle cry that could be heard from miles away, dove into the fountain, sending a massive wave of water over the edge. The rubber duck, startled by the sudden disturbance, bobbed up and down wildly before being sent tumbling into the air. Brewzilla emerged from the water, triumphant, holding the rubber duck aloft like a trophy.

"I have claimed victory!" Brewzilla bellowed, shaking the rubber duck in the air as if it were a flag of conquest.

Celestia and Draven exchanged a look of sheer disbelief, while Dante appeared on the scene, grinning from ear to ear. "It's official! The Duck of Destiny is now an artifact of war!"

Celestia raised her hands in surrender, not even bothering to protest anymore. "I'm done. I'm officially done."

Draven shook his head, smiling. "This is the life we signed up for, Celestia. The chaos. The absurdity. But you know what? It's never boring."

As Brewzilla continued to parade around the fountain, holding the rubber duck like a war trophy, Celestia couldn't help but laugh. Despite the madness, she realized that this was what made her kingdom and her life unique. There was beauty in the unexpected moments, in the ridiculousness, and in the people she shared it with.

"I guess you're right," she said softly, her voice filled with quiet amusement. "It's never boring."

And just like that, Celestia let go of any lingering doubts, embracing the chaos and everything that came with it. Because sometimes, in the world of the ridiculous and the unpredictable, she found the most genuine moments of happiness.

The next day, the palace was in full swing as usual. But today, something was different. The air was thick with anticipation. The royal court had gathered for what was dubbed the Great Duck Debate a monumental event that was quickly gaining traction across the kingdom.

Word had spread about Brewzilla's "victory" in the fountain, and now it seemed as if everyone and their pet hamster had an opinion about the royal rubber duck. Was it a symbol of power? A harbinger of chaos? Or was it, as some insisted, simply a colossal waste of time?

Celestia paced back and forth in her chambers, her eyes darting to the clock on the wall. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, trying to prevent herself from spiraling into a panic. It wasn't the debate that was causing her anxiety it was the fact that the debate was being held in her honor. Well, in honor of the palace's beloved rubber duck, but still. It had her name written all over it.

And, of course, Dante was in his element. The moment he learned that this event was going to be broadcasted live, he had insisted that the rubber duck must be paraded out on a velvet pillow, carried by none other than the most esteemed member of the royal guard Brewzilla himself.

"Why do I feel like I'm starring in some kind of ridiculous reality show?" Celestia muttered to herself as she stood in front of the mirror, fixing her hair. "This is absurd. What have I done?"

Draven, who had been watching her from the doorway, snickered. "I'm starting to think that your kingdom runs on chaos, Celestia. And honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Don't even get me started," she groaned, sinking into the nearest chair. "I swear, at this point, the rubber duck is more popular than I am."

Draven raised an eyebrow, taking a step closer. "Do you need me to talk to Dante? We could keep the throne for the duck out of the royal chambers. I'll personally supervise the crowning ceremony."

Celestia shot him a glare. "Don't you dare. I'm not getting involved in any more duck drama. This is a disaster."

Just as Draven was about to offer a comforting response, there was a loud knock on the door. Brewzilla barged in, holding a large velvet pillow in one hand, with the rubber duck carefully placed upon it like some kind of sacred artifact.

"Your Majesty!" Brewzilla shouted, out of breath. "I've brought the Duck of Destiny! It's time for its proper coronation!"

Celestia stared at him, completely deadpan. "I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry at this point."

"Laugh, Your Majesty," Draven said, his smirk growing. "It's the only way you'll survive this madness."

Celestia's eyes flickered to the pillow, and she took a deep breath, determined to keep a straight face. "Alright, fine. Let's just get this over with."

The moment they arrived in the grand hall, the sight was nothing short of spectacular. The courtiers were gathered in their finest robes, their eyes wide with excitement. Dante stood at the center of it all, beaming with pride as he pointed to the velvet pillow.

"Behold!" he exclaimed dramatically, "The Duck of Destiny, now seated upon its rightful throne!"

Brewzilla, still holding the pillow aloft, sauntered down the red carpet, as though the rubber duck were the most important thing in the room. Behind him, the royal musicians began playing a triumphant melody, adding to the absurdity of the situation.

Celestia had to admit, there was a strange charm in it all. The grandeur, the pageantry-it was so over the top that it became impossible not to laugh. She couldn't stop the giggles from bubbling up inside her, despite her best efforts.

Draven, noticing her struggle, leaned closer and whispered, "Told you. You can't fight it. Just enjoy the absurdity."

And enjoy it, Celestia did. The room was filled with the sound of laughter, chatter, and the occasional snicker as Brewzilla carefully placed the rubber duck on a specially designed throne a plush velvet seat, gilded in gold, with intricate carvings of... well, ducks. There was no escaping it.

"Well," Celestia said, trying to steady herself, "it's official. The Duck of Destiny has a throne. Is there anywhere for me to sit now?"

Everyone in the room burst into laughter. Even Brewzilla, standing proudly beside the throne, couldn't help but chuckle.

"Your Majesty, it's all in good fun," Dante said, placing a hand over his heart. "We needed a symbol of unity and joy. And what better symbol than the Duck of Destiny?"

"I think you've completely lost your mind," Celestia muttered, though her smile gave her away.

As the ceremony continued, Celestia couldn't help but appreciate the absurdity of it all. The duck, despite being the source of so much laughter, had brought the kingdom together in a way that no political speech or royal decree ever could.

By the end of the event, everyone had calmed down. The royal court had voted unanimously (mostly due to the uncontrollable laughter) that the Duck of Destiny would be the official mascot of the kingdom, forever to be revered and cherished in all its rubber glory.

"You know," Celestia said later that evening, sitting with Draven in their private chambers, "maybe this wasn't such a disaster after all."

Draven raised an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're actually embracing this, aren't you?"

"I'm trying," she said, rolling her eyes. "Maybe it's the chaos that makes it all work. The unexpectedness. The laughter."

Draven leaned back, a satisfied grin on his face. "You're finally getting it. This kingdom is about embracing the unpredictable, the wild, and the absurd. You've got a throne, a kingdom, and a rubber duck to match. What more could you possibly need?"

Celestia smirked. "A vacation. Somewhere far away from all the rubber ducks."

Draven laughed. "That's the spirit."

As the two of them relaxed into the quiet of the evening, the chaos of the day faded into the background. But one thing was for certain: life in the palace was never, ever boring.

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