If Orca Survived

This is a fanfic about what happened if Orca survived the challenge to the throne, and that she became queen. In this fanfic there are blood, insane characters and murder, if you don't like those stay out
==CHAPTER 1==
Octane running through these veins, 
Burning all my fears down,
Today ya the cycle breaks, 
It’s time to change the rules now.
-Rush (The Score) 
“Snap out of it you’re wandering again.” Coral’s brisk tone lashed out at her like a whip, striking her out of her fantasies, “did you hear what I said?” 
She raised her head slowly, chin raised as she gazed into her mother’s gaze, “yes Mother?” She put on her toxic sweet voice, knowing clearly it would anger the queen.
“I said that you have to responsible, being a possible successor to the throne is a big duty.” I know, but I’m not just the possible successor, I am the successor, flames of defiance flickered in her chest, “you have to learn that Orca.” 
Orca glared up at her mother, her own pale green eyes meeting her mother’s blue ones, in those pale blue pools were only love and attention for Orca. Orca twisted to look away, her mind fuzzing with anger and regret. Did she really have to put that statue there? Was it worth it? It was, Orca reminded herself, power is the only thing that matters 
Her desire for the throne throbbed in her veins, the crown, the power, it all enchanted her, ensnaring her into a trance, a pure desire to be stronger than anyone. She shot her mother a sideways glance, but she had to go first. The yearning to be in control bit her hard, tearing her from the inside, she needed to be queen, it was her destiny. 
Coral launched herself into a new long lecture about responsibilities as a heir to the throne, her blue gaze intent on Orca, irises sharp and attentive trying to wrestle some information by looking at Orca’s eyes. 
Orca stared upwards, her eyes blank, reflecting off the love her mother was shooting towards. She blinked slowly, holding her mother’s gaze, one day I’ll be queen, and you’ll only be a corpse. The mere vigor in the thought sent tremors of savage excitement rattling through her expanding everywhere. Her claws itched, in a flash Orca saw blood staining her claws, blood bubbling from her mother’s throat, trickling beneath her talons. Those pale blue irises no longer bright, dull and blank, reflecting the ghosts of her screams as her life slipped through her grasp. 
Coral turned, flicking her tail towards the throne on the pavilion, it’s beauty and delicacy seemed to draw Orca to it, like a shark on the prowl, she longed to be on it, crown glimmering like a distant star. Orca’s gaze flashed momentarily at her mother’s throat, beneath a thin layer of scales was her main artery and her claws. 
Power buzzed lightly on Orca’s claw tips, fizzing like lightning, she could almost hear the drip drop of her mother’s blood splattering onto the pavilion. She could enchant anything to go and kill her, she could just enchant her mother to die on the stop. She could do anything, it pained Orca to know she had so much power yet, it had to be hidden, like a pearl in the depth of an abyss, like a viper’s fangs before the moment of the strike. 
Coral’s scales flashed at a nearby guard telling them to clear off, Orca could almost see herself standing there in her place giving off orders as her kingdom bowed and scraped at her talons, loyal pupils for her play with. 
Am I growing insane? Am I becoming the next Albatross? She shook her head, she wasn’t growing insane, she was always like this from the moment she understood a queen’s power. She had always desired for the throne, always knew that she would inherit it one day. That day, she’d be the queen, dragons would cower at her talons defenseless and powerless like a scavenger trapped in a dragon’s claws. 
Coral turned to face Orca, “dear, are you alright? You look a bit sick.” Sick of your love, Orca thought venomously, her green eyes blazing with a wild uncontrollable flame that would devour everyone in her way. Quickly she hid that wildfire beneath the veil of blankness, she regained her elegant posture, suddenly a swan taking flight, pristine and delicately wonderful. Orca knew beneath all those mirrors, no swan swam, but a cobra slithered, enchanting until the victim knew what their fate was. 
Orca snorted, “I’m fine Mother, just something on my mind.” She glanced behind her, Moray was trailing them, her grey-green wings shut tightly by her flank, her toad-like eyes bugling with a ugly emotion, distaste, for Orca. When I’m queen, she’s be the first corpse I hang above the pavilion. The train of thought sent tremors down her body, bloody images flashed through her mind, sharp like splintered glass, stabbing her. Moray’s brittle corpse, covered in dried blood, her head dangling lifelessly, like a doll submitting to it’s master. Before Orca, a line of cowering terrified guards, their eyes broken pits of desperation as they were engulfed by the pure presence of her. 
“It’s alright dear, if anything’s wrong tell me.” Coral conciliated her, the narwhal horn at the end of her tail sparkled, polished at it always was. Orca didn’t know why it seemed so frightening to her, it’s just a narwhal horn, I could enchant it to pierce mother through the chest if I coveted it, I could enchant her tail to strangle herself. This train of through wasn’t getting Orca anywhere, it would further prompt her pine for the throne, infuriating her further. 
“I will Mother.” 
“Good, should we discuss about the oyster trade incident?” Orca bit back a snide comment, the thirst to just give Coral a good beating drummed against her. With massive effort she pushed that will away, calming herself with the sound of gentle waves lapping the sand in a pristine island world where everything was calm. 
“Sure.” Orca swallowed the other half of the comment as it would anger Coral, and then she’d have to go through a more detailed description about the incident on oyster trade. Who cares about puny traders, they’ll all be my puppets, mere items for me to toy with, unable to resist an order. The familiar shove in her chest reminded her of her destiny, the path the stars had laid down for her walk. She was no honeysuckle, she was a poised belladonna, beautiful, yet lethal. Orca mind threw itself into the familiar path of thoughts about her rule. Submissive, quailing subjects, so defenseless in her grasp, one thought, barely a trickle of consciousness could cost them their lives. 
Orca’s claws prickle with the aspiration to challenge her, it stung her in the heart, ripping and tearing through her like a lamprey. It scourged her to be apart from that throne, it felt like someone had shoved scorching daggers straight into her chest and was hollowing her out with it. Orca didn’t know how she was still standing due to the constant smarting in her body, she gritted her teeth, determined to not show how much torment the longing was delivering to her. 
“That’s the issue.” Coral concluded, barely noticing the pain in her daughter’s eyes as she gazed at the throne. “What do you suggest we do?” 
Orca was about to answer her something random just to get over with it, she was pushed over to the side, staggering to the side on the rough pavilion stone. She glared up her pale green eyes irises green scythes that would spear anyone in the vicinity, found out that it was Moray who had shoved her onto her side. Using all the self-mastery in her to put on a nonchalant look as she returned by her mother’s side. 
Moray had launched into a long speech about how Coral should resolve the problem and exactly how majestic she was and how that would benefit to the solution. A dash of jealously sank their fangs into Orca’s heart, when she was queen, everyone would bow and scrape to her only, those will dare, will feel my wrath and it’ll be last thing they ever encounter. The poison in her thoughts spread through her body, channeling her nerves, her talons twitched to strike Moray on the face and look as she fell begging. 
Coral nodded, her blue diamond shaped head reflecting the sun beams shooting down from the gaps in the overhead canopy, making her look like a sapphire shimmering under the light of the throne. When I’m queen I’ll be just as- no, Orca, you’ll be more majestic and sublime than Mother can ever be. She raised her head to observe the beam of light that shot down like a pillar. It basked the lower banks of sand in a glimmer of gold and fawn, delicate clams dotted the surface, glittering like far away stars. I’m proud to be heir of such a serene and beautiful world. 
“Do you agree with what Moray says dear?” Coral turned to ask Orca, her eyes soft pale blue similar to the sky were shining with anticipation. Orca randomly nodded her head, she hadn’t even heard what Moray had said, and didn’t really care about what dainty subject of hers did. No, Mother’s dainty subjects, not mine, well not for now. Her mother let out a enthusiastic yelp of glee, “wonderful! Moray go find some guards to do that.” 
Moray bowed deeply, until her snout brushed the pavilion floor. Orca crinkled her nose in disgust, how could Moray be so submissive towards a weakling like her mother? She twisted and raised her head higher in the air, when I’m challenging her, I’ll declare my powers to the tribe, I’ll make them fear me, and I’ll shout my curse out to the stars. No more hiding Mother. She turned, eyes suddenly lit with a wild gleam that sparkled with ambition and bloodlust. You’ll be dead Mother, you’ll be dead by tomorrow, and by tomorrow I’ll no more be a princess, I’m going to be a queen.
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