part 95 S2:practically

Tittle : Bloodlines of Betrayal S2 - Celestia's Ascension

Written By : Reviline James Wang

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

The days following the "Duck of Destiny" event were quieter than Celestia had expected. While the kingdom had been thoroughly entertained by the ridiculous spectacle, life soon fell back into its usual rhythm-only with one small but notable difference: everyone had duck fever.

It was everywhere. On banners, on shields, on the royal crest, and in the most unexpected places. The palace kitchen had even started experimenting with duck-themed pastries. Yes, duck-shaped cookies, cupcakes with little fondant ducks on top-even a ridiculous attempt at a "Duck of Destiny" cake, which Celestia had tactfully refused to eat.

But the real kicker was the royal court. They had decided that it was time for a real celebration of the Duck of Destiny. The celebration, naturally, would be a ball-because, apparently, nothing says "royal celebration" like a ball where everyone would wear duck-themed attire.

Celestia stared at herself in the mirror, still in disbelief. A ball. A duck-themed ball.

"What have I gotten myself into?" she groaned, as she twisted a strand of her hair.

Draven entered the room, clearly trying not to laugh. "You look... very elegant in the attire. I mean, the feathers definitely bring out your eyes."

Celestia glared at him, though her lips twitched. "If you say anything about feathers and how I look like I'm being swallowed by a duck costume, I'm going to scream."

"Don't worry," he teased, crossing his arms. "It's just a little duck. You look perfectly... regal."

The dress she wore was an extravagant mix of gold and yellow fabric, adorned with... yes, you guessed it-feathers. A long train followed behind her, which squawked every time she took a step. It was like walking in a giant, glittering nest. The only thing missing was a rubber duck crown, which had somehow made it into the dress design as well.

Celestia rolled her eyes. "This is ridiculous. Why did I ever think allowing this was a good idea?"

"Well," Draven said, his grin widening, "at least you're not the only one suffering. The entire court is in duck-themed madness."

"Oh no," Celestia groaned, as she imagined the grand hall filled with all the courtiers dressed like feathery royalty. "I can already picture it."

She didn't have to imagine for long. When the doors of the grand hall opened, a sight met her eyes that left her speechless for a few moments.

The courtiers were all wearing duck-inspired outfits, from feathered cloaks to duck-patterned dresses, and even the men had gone all out with oversized collars and waddling pants. One of the royal advisers had his beard dyed bright yellow, which was somehow both impressive and absurd.

Dante, standing near the center of the ballroom, looked absolutely delighted. He was wearing a giant feathered cloak, a beak-shaped mask, and had, of course, insisted that Brewzilla wear a full duck costume. And Brewzilla-bless his heart was waddling around like a full-fledged waterfowl.

"Your Majesty!" Dante cried with excitement, clapping his hands dramatically as Celestia entered the room. "Welcome to the Duck Dance of Destiny! A night of unparalleled feathered elegance!"

Celestia stared at him, blinking in disbelief. "I think you need a vacation, Dante. And a reality check."

But even as she said it, she found herself unable to suppress the chuckle building up inside her. The absurdity was too much, and before long, the entire room was filled with laughter as everyone tried to outdo each other with their ridiculous duck-inspired poses and antics.

Celestia sighed, putting a hand over her face. "What am I supposed to do with all of this?"

Draven walked up beside her, an amused look on his face. "Embrace the chaos. You're a ruler now. You need to rule over the ducks."

"Are you serious?" Celestia shot back, though she was clearly trying to hide her grin.

"I'm always serious about ducks," Draven replied with a straight face.

Celestia shook her head, laughing despite herself. "I can't believe this is happening. But honestly, I think this is the most fun I've had in a long time."

As the night went on, the celebration only grew more absurd. There was a game where people had to "quack" their way across the room without laughing, followed by a duckling race in which courtiers had to waddle across the floor in their duck costumes. Of course, no ball would be complete without the grand dance

a ballet of sorts, where everyone swayed to the music while trying not to step on the feathers attached to their dresses or costumes.

It was utter chaos, but it was the good kind of chaos.

At one point, Dante attempted to perform a dance that he called the "Duck Dip," which involved an awkward twirl, a dramatic flapping of arms, and an exaggerated quack. Brewzilla, in his duck costume, tried to mimic the move but ended up tripping over his own feet, causing a domino effect that sent the entire royal court into a fit of laughter.

For once, Celestia was able to set aside the pressure of ruling, the responsibilities of the throne, and simply enjoy the moment. The kingdom's obsession with ducks had reached its peak, and as ridiculous as it was, it felt right. It was fun. It was a reminder that sometimes, it was okay to be a little ridiculous and let go of the weight of it all.

"Are you enjoying yourself now?" Draven asked as he caught her eye across the room.

"I'm… I'm trying to," Celestia said with a laugh. "It's hard not to, considering that the entire palace is covered in feathers."

"Just wait until the after-party," he grinned mischievously. "I heard there's going to be a duck karaoke contest."

She groaned dramatically. "Please. Not more duck-themed activities."

"Oh, don't worry," Draven said, his eyes twinkling. "I'll be sure to save you a special seat for the contest. I expect a duet with me."

Celestia paused, then raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding, right?"

"Of course not," he said with a grin. "We're team Duck."

The night rolled on, and the absurdity of the Duck Dance of Destiny reached new heights. The grand ballroom was filled with laughter, quacking, and the unmistakable sound of high heels clicking on the floor-occasionally interrupted by someone slipping in a puddle of what could only be described as "duck confetti."

Celestia found herself being dragged into the chaos once more, this time by none other than Brewzilla, who, in a fit of excitement, had decided that she needed to be part of the first-ever Duck Disco.

"Your Majesty," Brewzilla boomed, eyes wide with excitement as he gestured towards the center of the room, where a giant disco ball-shaped like a duck, of course hung. "You must join the Duck Disco! It's a royal obligation!"

Celestia blinked, still trying to process the very idea of a duck disco. Was there a manual for this? Was there some sort of training that she had missed?

"Are you sure this is a royal obligation?" Celestia said skeptically, her gaze flicking between Brewzilla's hopeful face and the flashing lights of the duck-shaped disco ball.

"Absolutely! The kingdom demands it!" Brewzilla bellowed, pulling her toward the dance floor, his feathers somehow more vibrant than ever.

"Kingdom and ducks," Draven murmured from behind her with a devilish grin. "And let's be honest, Celestia, you're the queen of duck disco."

"Don't you dare," Celestia said, her voice dripping with mock seriousness as she looked at him over her shoulder.

But it was no use. Brewzilla was practically lifting her off the ground, and Celestia found herself being carried onto the dance floor like some sort of reluctant duck princess. The music thumped in the background, the rhythmic beat interspersed with... quacking.

"You've got this!" Dante shouted from the sidelines, jumping up and down with excitement. "Give it your all, Celestia! Let the duck dance flow through you!"

Celestia, now feeling the overwhelming pressure of being in the spotlight, had no choice but to let herself go. She took a deep breath and, in the most dramatic, almost theatrical way, began flapping her arms-albeit with all the grace of a drunken goose.

The crowd cheered. It seemed like they were having the time of their lives watching their ruler flap about on the dance floor, completely uncoordinated.

At first, Celestia was embarrassed, but then, as the energy from the crowd surged, she found herself... oddly liberated. She twirled and spun with reckless abandon, laughing until she was breathless.

Draven joined in next, his arms flapping exaggeratedly as he attempted his own "duck dance." At one point, he tried to lean in for a dramatic move, only to step on his own foot and nearly fall. Celestia couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight of him tumbling, arms flailing like a flapping duck trying to take flight.

"That's the spirit!" Dante cheered. "You guys look like the real birds of paradise!"

As the night went on, Celestia found herself slowly warming to the ridiculousness of it all. There was something undeniably freeing about the absurdity of it. The formalities of the royal court were thrown aside, and everyone danced like no one was watching-except, of course, for the giant duck disco ball hanging above them, reflecting everyone's wild moves.

Soon, a game was introduced called "The Duck Waddle Race." Each participant had to race from one end of the ballroom to the other, waddling like a duck while trying not to fall over. It was every bit as ridiculous as it sounded.

Celestia was roped into the race by Brewzilla, who declared that she would be the star of the event. With no way to escape, she positioned herself at the starting line, her heart pounding with anticipation.

"Ready, set, waddle!" Dante shouted as the music blared.

And so it began.

Celestia found herself waddling with the grace of a newborn duck, trying to balance as she clumsily made her way toward the finish line. Her feathery gown swished around her, and the whole thing was just so absurd that she couldn't help but laugh.

Behind her, Draven and Brewzilla were waddling just as badly. In fact, the sight of Brewzilla, who was at least eight feet tall, attempting to waddle was almost too much for anyone to handle. He looked like a clumsy, giant bird trying to figure out how to walk. Every step he took sent ripples through the dance floor, causing other participants to wobble and lose their balance.

And then there was Dante. Oh, Dante. He wasn't just waddling-he was flapping. Yes, flapping his arms as though he could somehow take flight, nearly knocking over a nearby column in the process.

It was absolute chaos, and the ballroom was filled with cheers, laughter, and even a few screams as people tripped over their own feet.

As they neared the finish line, Celestia could see that she was gaining on Draven-just barely. Her legs were burning from all the waddling, but she could see the gleam of victory in Draven's eyes. No way was he going to beat her.

With a burst of energy that she didn't know she had, Celestia surged forward, her legs flapping as she crossed the finish line, barely ahead of Draven.

The crowd erupted into applause. Celestia stood there, breathing heavily, her heart racing, and her face flushed with the absurdity of it all.

Draven came up beside her, his eyes wide in mock surprise. "How in the world did you win?"

Celestia grinned, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. "I may not be a duck, but I can still waddle like one."

Dante clapped her on the back, laughing loudly. "Congratulations, Your Majesty! The Duck of Destiny lives on!"

Celestia threw her hands up in mock exasperation, though her smile was impossible to hide. "What have I done to deserve this?"

Draven leaned in, grinning mischievously. "It's all part of the royal experience. Welcome to the family, Celestia. You're officially the Queen of the Duck Disco."

And just like that, Celestia realized that while the Duck Dance of Destiny might have been ridiculous beyond measure, it was also exactly what she needed to release the tension that had been building in her for so long. Sometimes, all it took was a little bit of chaos, laughter, and yes a lot of feathers.

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