Unworthy
A/N: You probably had seen it on Twitter before lol. This one was written much due to my boredom and complete bitterness, with a super vague context and I really don't get it either. Anw, enjoy, thou it's super short (and I gotta get back to my writing commissions after this).
ANOTHER SPOILER ALERT IF YOU HAVEN'T READ ANY ISU OF GUR'LATAN ARC YET! And uh this does not apply if you already knew Kira'na.
No hate to Kira'na, I was just being salty.
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"My name is Kira'na, granddaughter of Empress Satriantar and true heir to the Voltra elemental power."
The princess strode down the dais steps. She motioned for the guards to leave her, her original cheerful, welcoming demeanor nowhere to be found. Her Grace turned to the crowd, hand extended to the boy standing on the other side of the room. She continued in a tone that was dripping with menace; there was not a trace of compassion or mercy in her.
"I come here to reclaim what is rightfully mine. To protect my own planet."
To her surprise, however, the answer was–
"No."
There was silence—complete, awkward silence. They all turned to him in astonishment, their eyes trained on the boy. The boy with the black dino cap and–
"I don't want to."
It wasn't Boboiboy. This voice had a low tone that scraped like nails on a chalkboard, and they felt as if terror was thundering down on them. The whole room was silent as a tomb, everyone present still processing what he had said - or rather, who. The princess of Gur'latan didn't seem fazed by that gesture, however.
"That was not a question, Boboiboy." She spoke calmly, as if it were fact, "Hand me the power and–"
"You are her granddaughter, and yet, you don't know shit about her."
The princess's eyes narrowed in annoyance, but she held herself in check, barely stopping herself from facepalming. "What are you trying to–" She didn't get to finish that sentence when the boy's shadow drew closer, and there stood Boboiboy, looking more than a little pissed off.
"Satriantar rejected her throne a century ago. She despises royalty, and here you are saying that woman had become a queen? Since when? Since she was fucking dead by Retak'ka's hand? I don't know if a ghost can reclaim a throne here. My apologies."
Half of the attendees gasped in surprise, while the other half appeared either uncaring or angry, murmurs starting to break out. Kira'na tensed upon hearing the statement. Her shoulders were stiff, her fists clenched, and she looked ready to pounce upon him if need be.
"How dare you speak of my grandmother that way!"
Kira'na took a step toward the boy; it was clear he knew more than he should have. Unable to contain her rage any longer, the princess drew her sword and aimed straight for the boy. This has to be stopped. She just had to take the power watch, and then–
The boy moved so fast that Kira'na couldn't even get close. He dodged the attack in a mere second, then spun around and threw himself over the blade. Dumbfounded by the bizarre turn of events, she froze mid-step, slowly realizing who she was facing. Like a flash of lightning–
Boboiboy didn't flinch when he saw her sword, not in the slightest. But Kira'na could already see a hint of realization in his eyes. And before she could react, he had taken another step forward, looking even more furious than she did. What did he know - what did that have to do with anything? And who was he to talk about Satriantar? He wasn't of her blood, he knew nothing about her, he–
"I know so damn well what they used me for. I know why she chose to die. And honestly, she was the worst decision-maker in giving up my power to someone other than her blood." His lips twisted into a sneer, "That woman dedicated her life to justice and this damn planet completely failed her! You have no right to inherit her power, the Voltra power, or me!"
A flash of disgust flickered across the boy's face, so quickly that Kira'na thought she had imagined it. And when she stared into those aggressive eyes, she finally registered the color.
"Voltra, come back to me. That body you are taking over is that of a child, not a warrior!"
"Yeah, a child who is better suited to continue her legacy than you."
She knew it all too well.
"Gur'latan has taken enough peace from other planets."
Red to red. The color of rage.
"You are not worthy of holding her sword!"
And among the murmurs and the muttered exclamations of surprise, a single voice rose, "And I do not accept such an owner like you, hypocrite!"
[End]
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