Eminence

Centering around Cargo and her rise to fame. I plan on actually finishing this, I have a set idea. Worldbuilding will be much different compared to canon, as I will be using Courageverse worldbuilding.
====Characters:====
*Cargo/Camillia (Main Character)
*Yardang
*Coast
*Chlorine
*Venus
Unsure if i will add characters that belong to others at this current point in time.
==Prologue==
Cargo sat at the dinner table, opposite her father.  She didn’t dare look up at him, she was much too angry. The silence between them lasted for what felt like hours. 
Yardang cleared his throat, voice full of regret. “Cargo… I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want to hear it, Father,” Cargo spat in return. “You have nothin’ to apologize to me for. You ain’t done crap to me. Mother and Janusia, on the other talon…”
“I can’t apologize to ‘em,” the old Sandwing muttered, the regret in his voice drying out. 
“Then I guess you shoulda treated ‘em better, old man.” Cargo stood up and huffed, smoke streaming from her nostrils. She shoved her plate into the sink and turned on the tap. The water ran hot as she ran her talons under it. She started to wash her plate, trying to calm down.
The silence returned as Yardang stared regretfully into his bowl of soup. Cargo glanced at him, rolling her eyes before turning her attention to the window in front of the sink.
As she looked out into the desert, she began speaking again. “You should know, I’m leaving for Possibility soon. Tomorrow, actually, I’m all packed.”
Yardang didn't respond for a bit, as he was completely shocked. He took a deep breath. “And how will you get there? There ain’t no trains that run through here, and I highly doubt your prissy tail is up for the challenge of walkin’ or flyin’ there," he challenged, barely hiding the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling.
“You underestimate me, Father. I am perfectly capable of getting there. Additionally, Pompilius will be accompanying me.”
“Accompanyin’ ya, huh?” he snorted. “You make it sound like that SeaWing boy is worth a damn.”
“He is. He’s a decent and respectable individual, and he fully supports my plan of action. Plus, he’s multitudes of a better dragon then your sorry tail could ever be.”
Yardang pretended not to catch the last part of her defense as he stood up. “All these big ‘n’ fancy words yer usin’... the hell are ya even doing? Been watchin' too many of those drama shows? Don't tell me they've been givin' you ideas.”
“I’m pursuing singing, Father. I’m going to be on the radio, and you’ll hear me almost every day.” She couldn’t help the slight smile that crossed her face.
The old SandWing boasted into laughter. “You, Cargo? What in the name of the Sun makes you think you could ever make it out there? Hell, you’re barely survivin' here.” 
Cargo sat her plate down in the sink, turning to him. “We live in a town of nothing, Father. How am I supposed to 'make it' here when there’s nothing to make?”
“Well, I’m doin’ fine.” Yardang was beginning to shut down, not interested in this conversation any longer.
“Your lack of self-awareness is humorous, Father. How could you be doing ‘well’ when your wife left you, one of your daughters is dead because of your poor oversight, and the other is leaving you?“
“You ain’t gotta leave, Cargo.”
The young dragon didn’t respond for a minute, fussing with her sail in the reflection of the window. “Maybe I wouldn’t if you weren’t so bad at being a dad.” She turned to storm off to her room afterwards. As she reached the top of the stairs, she spoke again. “Goodbye, Father. I’ll be gone before you wake up tomorrow. Don't try and stop me.” 
Yardang said nothing. He just watched her enter her room, possibly for the last time.
Category:Content (Linkzac1)
Category:Fanfictions
Category:Fanfictions (Incomplete)
Category:Fanfictions (Fanon)