Krone
You could be the king
The dreams that usually cloud her sleeping mind have turned into nightmares. Her blood runs cold, her heart pounds fast beneath her breast, her skin sweats and her body shakes. She cannot shake the feeling that something is wrong. Underneath her favorite palm, the stars twinkling effervescent and brilliant in the sky, a change in Ischia occurs; and the green-pointed mare can feel it. As night turns to dawn, her eyes shoot open, and she mutters one word to pierce the otherwise oddly quiet morning.
"Circinae."
Without another thought, she is running beneath the creamy swirls of morning sunrise. She doesn't have any reason to be worried, other than that underlying, gnawing feeling in her stomach that something odd was happening in her beloved Ischia.
Then she spots it, and for a moment her heart skips a beat. Paw prints, retreating to the sea without an idea of where they may be headed. Krone cannot think of an animal on the island that can make those prints, or any shifters.
Except for one.
She follows them until she is standing knee deep in the waves, wondering what had happened, dazed, confused. The lump in her throat is heavy, almost choking her, and she cannot take her eyes off the sea. Where had she gone? Was there any reason for the absence? Questions rattled about in her brain like a swarm of bees, and silently (sadly), she leaves the waters edge to walk along the shoreline.
After a while of wandering aimlessly, an emerald gem catches her eyes. It looks almost like the color of her own points, and it radiates brilliantly in the early-morning light. She cannot help herself, and she approaches the gleaming jewel curiously, studying its shell-like shape but glass-like texture. She tilts her head curiously. What was this thing? Was this why she was feeling so uneasy? She bends her head down to it, sniffing it, until suddenly her maw brushes against its smooth glassy surface...
But watch the Queen conquer