Legends Never Die

Legends Never Die 
An She-Ra fanfiction by Fennecthesandwing21
==Chapter 1==
I am Larina. A warrior of Sarki, the greatest kingdom in the whole of our world - Fabula. Or so they say.
They say a lot of things. They? Everyone.
My mother... 'Your father loved you so much.' 'Be strong, for all of us.' 'Stay... Safe. ' 
My mentor... 'FIGHT HARDER!' 'You're talented, yes.' 'No one is invincible... But some, like you, are harder to defeat.' 
And... Father. I barely remember him. But I remember him, lying there, pale as a swan. He called me. And he told me something I'll never forget.
"Legends never die." 
That day changed everything.
He had been a fine warrior, many say I inherited his talent. When he died, half of Fabula was conquered. We've been fighting so hard since then, to claim it back. But I feel... I feel as though it's never been the same since. We've ended up running away from the enemy. Our hearts aren't as strong, as confident, as they used to be. And neither are our swords.
On days like this, I look in the mirror and wonder... How did I get here? 
Blonde hair in a long, thin plait, blue eyes gleaming bright, pale skin and dull red lips. I'm no picture, just a thin, basic teenager. Other than my armour, I'm nothing special at first sight.
I treasure them, these golden plates of armour. I'm a high ranked warrior, so I don't have to wear the leaden slates of uniform that most cadets have to wear. These are from my father, inherited like my talent. A sheen of pearly white covers some of them, and a ruby embedded in the chest plate for good luck. I look like an angel on some days. A warrior angel. And I'm proud of it.
I fight with the Army of Rebellion. Our enemies? The Galactic Horde. 
They've taken over half the universe already. Some citizens have given up hope already - running from our planet, taking space crafts and flying to a distant place. Mentor says it won't be long before those planets are invaded too. I agree.
My family has stayed though. We've been warriors for generations, and we have no intention to stop now. Mother, always lost in her mind. Teylar, my twin sister, and the one person I trust enough to call her my best friend. And Mara, my little sister. She inherited our father's dark skin, chestnut hair, and grey eye. Just a toddler now, but she'll become a great warrior when she comes of age. I can just tell.
Today is a big day. We plan to reclaim a Horde infested city, Crysalior. Teylar will be right beside me, and this will be one of my first major battles. I've fought many others, but mostly to defend, or to reclaim only slightly guarded outposts. Nothing as big as a city, crawling with clones of the horde leader, Prime Hordak.
His armies are all made of clones of him, no one else. It's embarrassing if you think about it. That so many planets have fallen to what is essentially one person. Correction; one beast.
My skin crawls with anticipation. If I can fight hard enough, he strong enough, we could become one of the first planets to defeat him.
We would be... The first ones. The name sends shivers down my spine. It sounds mythical, legendary. I like it.
The door swings open with a slight creak. Teylar walks in, standing tall in her own padded leather armour. Golden accessories strapped across the shoulder plates and woven into her hair. My sister had always been closest to my mother, and so it was her armour she inherited. 
Our family used to be a warrior family. Mother and Father, Teylar and I. Mara too young to fight, but undoubtedly a brave little girl. Then Father died. A mystery plague - non infectious, dangerous to no one but him. Mother told us it was magical. Then she began to slip away, fading into a shell of her former self. I've never really trusted magic ever since.
In Teylar's arms are a bowl of grapevines. "Hey, Larina." She says softly, seating herself on the edge of my bed. I follow, and together we share the grapes in silence. It's pleasant, not awkward, the wispy quiet that surrounds us. And yet I can feel it is filled with the anticipation on the coming battle.
We finish and Teylar places her hand on mine, squeezing it tight. I squeeze back.
We share a special bond, us two twins. Most siblings in Fabula are close - the elders say the planet's magic binds them together. But Teylar and I have grown closer, bound not by magic but by sorrow, loneliness, and the need for company. With both of our parents essentially out of reach, we've learnt to rely on each other.
And right now, I'm glad of that.
Category:Fanfictions
Category:Fanfictions (Unfinished)
Category:Literature