Princess

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== Bios ==
Shana
Princess of: Ghoana.
Country's symbol: ⭐
Eyes: 🟤.
Hair: 👩🏾.
Favorite color: 🟢.
Loves: Walking, eating, sitting outside by herself.
Personality: Messy, short tempered, curious, bossy. 
Xu 
Princess of: Tain. 
Country's symbol:🦚 
Eyes: 🟤. 
Hair: 👩🏻. 
Favorite color: 🔵. 
Loves: Writing, drawing, quiet. 
Personality: Soft-spoken, gentle, timid, quiet. 
Zoey 
Princess of: Naitla. 
Country's symbol: 💎 
Eyes: 🟤. 
Hair:👩🏿. 
Loves: Reading, climbing trees. 
Personality: Curious, loud, imaginative. 
Ishna 
Princess of: Quian. 
Country's symbol: 🏹 
Eyes: 🟤. 
Hair:🧒🏾. 
Loves: Talking with her brother, training. 
Personality: Daring, talkative, sneaky. 
Hira 
Princess of: Smaida. 
Country's symbol: 🐍 
Eyes: 🟢 
Hair: 👩🏽 
Loves: Writing, meditating, painting. 
Personality: Thoughtful, calm, quiet. 
== Author's Note ==
Hi guys!
This is Ella (PrincessPurryFins/Fins), again. This story is about five different princesses experiencing similar trails in different countries and cultures (taking place in another world, of course ;D). 
I've written two other fanfics:
Hidden Realms (where I was a co-author), and The Never-ending Book, if you want to check those out. And I would be happy to write one with you when I finish this. :)
When finished reading, if you can, please leave a comment, I would really like to know if my story has anything wrong with it.
Thank you, and hope you enjoy the story!
-Ella
== Shana's POV ==
The wind whistles through my hair, blowing it in a way mother would say makes me look "un-laydlike". 
Whatever that is.
I'm sitting on a swing outside my window, embroidering a pillow. 
For what purpose?
None. 
And, well, okay, I admit it, I'm horrible at embroidery. 
Like, really bad. And I've been doing it since I was six. 
Six!
And it gets worse, because I'm a princess, people expect me to be, like, thirty times better at embroidery than eveyone else. 
Ugh. Why me?
Ruani, my maid, joins me outside. 
"Yes?" I ask.
"Your mother would like to see you." She replies.
I groan. Now? Why? "Okay," I reply, after a second, "Let's go,"
I drag the pillow after me, and smooth my fishtail braid as I follow Ruani to my mother's sitting room. 
"Have a seat, Shana." Mother says, and nods to the gold embroidered cushion, next to her, identical to the one she's sitting on.
I sit with a thump. 
Mother frowns. "Your hair..."
"It was windy!" I say, indignantly, crossing my arms. 
Mother sighs. "Shana, tomorrow you will be of age to rule the throne."
What?
"And, even though you will not for two more years," Mother continues. "We will celebrate tomorrow night."
"What?" I ask, out loud this time.
"Shana," Mother sighs. "You are thirteen, this is the customary age to take the throne."
"But-" I start.
Mother holds up a hand, and I clamp my mouth shut. 
"Never mind that. I called you here so I could give this to you," she picks up a bundle, wrapped neatly in forest green fabric and tied tightly with a bow. 
I pull off the twine, and fold apart the fabric to reveal an outfit. It's green silk, embroidered with our country's emblem, the gold star. One half of the shirt is a long sleeve, and is sleeveless on the other side. The pants are my favorite style, half skirt and half pants.
"This" mother says with a smile "is your outfit for tomorrow. Take good care not to dirty, or tear it. Understand?" 
I nod, holding my breath. "It's beautiful."
Then I leave the room, feeling nervous, and even...Excited...? 
I can't wait for tomorrow night.
== Xu's POV ==
“I’m sorry your highness, but I do not believe princess Xu can be taught!”
I sink lower in my chair.
My father sets down his pen, pursing his lips. “Thank you, Mrs. Anith.” He tells my tutor. 
Or, my FORMER tutor. 
Mrs. Anith bows and flounces out of the room. 
There’s a silence, and all I can here are her heavy footsteps as she storms away. 
”Xu,” my father says. “Can’t you try harder?” 
I sigh. “I try as hard as I can, father.” 
He shakes his head. “How do you expect to be educated if you never listen to your tutors?” 
I bite my lip. We’ve had this talk before. 
He takes a deep breath. “We will talk more about this tomorrow morning. For now you must start to prepare for tonight.” 
Tonight. 
The night my older sister will be recognized as oldest daughter of the king. 
The night everyone will love my sister even MORE. 
The night everyone forgets about me. 
== Zoey's POV ==
"Come on, Zoey!" My little brother Nathan beckons me to follow him.
"Shh!" I say, grabbing his hand. "Do you want father to hear us?" 
Nathan lowers his voice. "Sorry, just excited."
I yank a diving helmet off the shelf. 
We're not supposed to dive without father's permission, but I can't help myself, and once Nathan caught wind of it, he requested I bring him along. So, we snuck out this morning, through the window, and out to the supply room, where we keep all the diving equipment.
The thing about Naitla, is that our tech is more advanced than anyone else in the world, even if we don't let on. We've discovered the tech to make a helmet that can supply oxygen for an unlimited time. And, ever since I turned 9 I've been obsessed with diving. And now, Nathan is into it too. 
"Can we go now?" Nathan begs. 
"Yeah," I survey the room, to make sure we haven't forgotten anything, then lead him toward the door. 
The crisp morning air is refreshing, but startling. I wince, and pull Nathan out to the dock. 
We take one last look at the shore, and then jump in. 
== Ishna's POV ==
I will my hands not to shake as I pull back my bowstring, and aim for the bullseye.
"You can do it!" My brother, Arth, cheers. 
"I'm trying to focus here," I snap back. 
"Sorry," He mumbles. 
Even though he's older than me, I'll be the one that takes the throne, when I'm older. See, Quian is different from the other countries. Instead of the men ruling (Gag, I mean seriously?), the women rule, lead the hunting groups, and fight the wars. And, once I turn fifteen, I'll take the throne from mother.
Arth opens his mouth, then bits his lip, as if remembering my warning earlier. 
I close my eyes, and take a deep breath, only one more to go, and then I will have beaten the record. My grandmothers record of hitting the bullseye twenty-five times in a row. In one sitting. 
One more, one more, one more.....
I take the shot.
== Hira's POV ==
TBC!
-Ella