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Fanfic #3: Evening
Fanfic #4: Purring
Fanfic #5: Leaf Pile
Fanfic #6: Sunset
Fanfic #7: Warm
Fanfic #8: Abandoned
Fanfic #9: Workout
Fanfic #10: Embarrassing
Fanfic #11: Drunk
Is it time for the Day 12 fanfic already!
Time flies.
Future
It was late at night.
Queen Angella stood tensely, gripping the surface of the table in the War Room. She frowned at the holographic battle map hovering over it.
"Show me the communication," she commanded.
General Juliet, standing nearby, stepped to her side, handing her the parchment scroll.
Angella unrolled it and sighed.
Another protest about the allocation of supplies.
At this rate, she worried, could she even keep the Alliance together?
But she had to.
So she sat down and took up a parchment to write a response.
Just then, King Micah entered the room, noticed Angella's tension, and came close to her, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"She's awake again, Angie," he said gently. "And now she's asking for you."
"I'll come in a minute," and Angella continued to concentrate on her writing.
The momentary silence was broken by a loud voice, echoing down the hallway.
"Moooooo-ooooooooom!!"
Angella paused in her writing, closed her eyes and shook her head. Then she turned her head and called back, "Okaa-aaaaaayyy!!"
She stood up and handed the protest and the reply to her husband.
"Here. Look these over and see what you think. I'll be right back."
On the way down the hall, Angella took deep breaths and pushed aside the stresses of leadership for a moment. She smiled as she entered her daughter's room and glided upward to her bed.
"Glimmer. I already kissed you good night. Whatever could it be now?"
Glimmer stood up on the bed, making it rock back and forth.
"Mama, I'm all the way four now!"
Angella nodded. "Yes you are. You're growing up."
"Does that mean I can go on a mission now?!"
Angella smiled patiently. "Sweetheart. Some of these missions are very dangerous . . . for a child." She quickly added the last part.
Glimmer frowned. "But not for Daddy. Right?"
Angella hesitated only a moment. "Well, they're always a little dangerous, but your father is very, very good at them. He knows exactly what to do and what not to do."
Her little girl brightened up. "Then I could go on a mission with Daddy!"
"No, Glimmer."
"But why not?!"
"Glimmer! I said no. Please! Stop asking me!"
Glimmer fell silent, wrinkling her face up in a pout.
Angella leaned in close to her, speaking more gently. "I know you're very brave, and I'm very proud of you for that."
Glimmer's eyes widened a little as she listened.
"But, . . ." Angella continued, "You're still a little girl, Glimmer. And . . . I need you here so that you can help me to be brave when your father is away and I can't be with him. Because as the queen of Bright Moon, I need to stay behind."
Glimmer stared at her.
"Can you do that for me, Glimmer? Can you be that brave?"
Glimmer nodded, and her mother kissed her forehead.
When Angella returned to the War Room, Micah was alone.
She rushed to him, and he dropped the parchment.
They embraced.
"Oh, Micah."
Micah looked at her with eyes of understanding. "I know."
Angella's voice was determined. "I want her to have a future where she doesn't have to fight! I want Glimmer to grow up and live in a world of peace. Like the one I grew up in."
"She'll have that future, Ange" Micah assured her. "We'll make sure of it."
He held her close again. "It won't be long before we win the war, and it'll all be over."
"Yes," she agreed. "Not long."
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Years later.
It was late at night.
Queen Glimmer sat at the table in the Council Chamber (no longer a room for war planning), and wrote on a sheet of parchment with a smile on her face.
She was answering another good-will message on the occasion of her birthday. She paused and reflected.
She was all the way twenty-four now!
Bow leaned in from the door to the chamber.
"Glimmer? Are you coming to bed?"
She gave him a smile. "Soon. Give me a minute."
When she was alone again, she finished her sentence and signed her name on the parchment.
Then she stood and looked up at the mural overhead.
At the image of Angella looking down on her.
She thought about her mother and all she had done during the war with the Horde.
All that her mother had done for her.
Showing her how to be brave.
And what her mother had sacrificed so that there could be a future for her and everyone she loved.
She smiled.
"Thanks, Mom," she whispered.
