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The last three stories I completed for A Short-Lived Dream were all "problem" stories - ones that I saved for last because they each presented different problems. I have already detailed the problems I had with Country Matters, and the anthology for Black as Blood can be found two anthologies after this one. Every one of these three stories was significantly harder for me to write than any other ASLD story, though for different reasons. The reason why A Flap of the Wings was so difficult was due to several different factors.

For one, AFOTW features a character of mine named Audacci, who, while a major villain in the upcoming Dragon Ball: Heart of the Dragon, lacked a defined personality at this stage. This story was essentially going to be her backstory. Audacci had existed for years before I wrote AFOTW, and yet throughout that time, I never developed a detailed backstory for her. I had vague ideas about where she was raised and what kind of person she was, given the personality of her father, but that was only a starting point, not an endpoint. It was difficult, as it was with Chari, to narrow down a personality and history for a character I'd known existed for a while. She had of course already appeared in the earlier ASLD story, Ice Age Coming, but her appearance in that one was relatively minor. I knew I'd have to come up with a significantly more tangible personality for this story.

The second problem was one of form. I needed to show a lot of different memories in this story, and doing so in a traditional story would require probably at least 12-15,000 words. I was unwilling to write such a long one-shot. So instead, I decided to use a more stream-of-conscious style of prose, akin to how the writing in The Falconer is. That story was a large influence for me here. I also wanted to incorporate a stuffy, imperial style of recollection, akin to what appears in The Pillow Book.

That's a strange combination of influences, I realize now. The Falconer is a genre-breaking, experimental novel, while The Pillow Book is an imperial Japanese diary that, despite being a diary, is rather formal and stuffy. Both of these influences made it difficult, but intriguing to attempt. While I had figured out that I wanted to use these two novels to influence me from an early point (as early as December 2016), I was unsure exactly how to write this out. It was difficult writing, so AFOTW was left until there weren't many ASLD stories left to write before beginning. It likely would've been the last story for me to write had not Black as Blood become the problem it did. I remember routinely thinking that this story would be the last one for me to write, due to the scary nature of having to come up with so much backstory and lore for Audacci and piecing it all together in a strange stream-of-consciousness way. But then BAB proved that it was even more difficult. If Country Matters was an 8 on the difficulty scale, A Flap of the Wings is surely a 9.5 at least. It was more than a tier above CM in difficulty for me to write.

I knew that Audacci would grow up on a planet away from her parents, but which planet that was going to be was a plot point that I was stuck on for a while. I eventually decided to go with planet Faeri due to me drawing inspiration from The Pillow Book. I felt that the Faereth were the best species to mimic the ancient Japanese court, and I did not particularly feel like creating a new planet or species to accommodate Audacci's backstory. It would be far more useful to use a location that existed in the lore already I thought.

I didn't have much planned for Audacci when I began writing her memory fragments. All I wanted to show was that she felt like an outsider on Faeri and mostly knew of her father through outside tales. The stuff with the prince and then the pirate captain were improvised. My notes for this story were as follows:

**SCENE 1**

scene summary: Faeri court, war with an alien species that Audacci deals with.

King - Yagei (Yangmei)
Queen - Lapsi (Lapsi pun)
Female consort #1 - Wu-gi (Wongi pun)
Female consort #2 - Keu-li (Keule pun)
Crown Prince - Jokair (Jocote pun)
Second Prince - Mahsutic (False Mastic pun)
Princess #1 - Neire (Nere pun)
Consort Princess #2 - Lillapy (Lillypilly pun)
Nobleman #1 - Ugeir (Ugni pun)
Minister - Ckaro-Ckaro (Carob pun)
Guards Officer - Hyacinir (Hyacinth bean pun)
Oracle - Yiau (Yew pun)


**SCENE 2**

scene summary: Still on Faeri, becomes space pirate, leaves.

Shipmaster - Nuan Tal

Mehyr Vehki is the galactic phoenix


**SCENE 3**

scene summary: There should probably be a third scene or something.

scene ideas:
1: leaving
2. training
3. love
4. space pirates
5. broken/awake

I began writing on January 28, 2017, though I only managed to get the first sentence done that day. And I only managed to complete the first paragraph and write a sentence of the second on the next day. These two paragraphs ultimately ended up being the opening to the fifth section of AFOTW.

I managed to write out the first section on January 31st, but that took me all day. Considering how short that section is, I think this illustrates how difficult it was for me to write this out. It took a lot longer than one would imagine.

On February 1st, the slow-going continued. I managed to finish what is now the third section, although at the time, it was the second section. Additionally, I wrote about a third of the fourth section (at the time, the third section).

It wasn't until the next day that I decided to move the opening paragraph, still unfinished at this point, to the (at that point) fourth section. That day I also finalized the first two sections, spending a lot of time editing them. They grew somewhat longer in the editing phase. I also edited what existed of the third section, but as I have already mentioned, that section was only roughly a third of the way done.

I took the next day off and continued writing on February 4th. The first thing I did that day was create what ended up being the true second section. By this point, I was getting a hang of the story and knew that I wanted to make it a dream-fragment one-shot. The second section was therefore written without much trouble. I also completed the (now) fourth section with Ckaro-Ckaro that day. Feeling the momentum I was building, I then proceeded to finish off what had originally been the first section, but was now the fifth. I decided to make the chunks of history italicized text and intersperse them with another series of memories in order to make that section tolerable to read. And then once that was done, I put in a final section that was "modern" so to speak, showing Audacci with The Benefactor following the events of Ice Age Coming.

Before going to sleep again that night, I re-edited for a third time the first two sections, and then edited the remainder of the story after I woke up the next day.

A Flap of the Wings is a "spring" story in the way Sandboys, A Shadow on the Wind, and I'm a Candy Man are. This story does tie into Sandboys rather explicitly at some points, but I will prefer to discuss its relation to that story and to the themes of spring more so from a thematic standpoint in the endnotes below.

Coming up with the backstory for the Faereth was very fun for me. It was almost as fun as coming up with Audacci's relationship to them and all of the little moments I showed with her in love, training, betraying, fighting, in grief, and all that. There was a lot shown of Audacci here. This one-shot is basically a prologue to her character in HOTD. It's a useful story in that way, but I think it also stands on its own as a compelling tale. That's just my own opinion on the matter, though. Let's get onto the endnotes and discuss this more specifically.


A Flap of the Wings

He was right on the edge. An ocean breeze struck the bare branches before whipping through his hair, black as seastone. Beyond Minhavu Harbor, a dozen grey contrails gashed the glaucous deep. There was a fleeting, sweet aroma hanging in the air.

“Why did you follow me here?”

The Prince’s face softened. “I’m taking you home.” Sunlight reflected off the water and radiated the world with shining silver splendor.

The isaki kissed her. Its flesh was sweeter than most fruits’; that made it her favorite. Another gust of wind tore through the silence like ice against her throat. His boots were caked with sand. Winter-shorn trees, slender as noblewomen of the court, loomed over the road behind the prince leading back to town.

“Why did you leave?”

“I am not one of you.” Her tone was flat, empty. “I never was. It’s long past time for me to go.”

His eyes glittered like polished amethysts. “That never stopped us before. Why leave now?”

“Spring is nearly returned.” Her fruit hung with bright green fleshy bits around the lumpy mass of edible flesh. It was star-like, in a way, but more primitive than one should have expected. In their world, the thought of eating anything that looked as if it had been harvested from some far-distant jungle made her grin. “I have resolved to leave Faeri before the new year celebrations commence.”

They both knew what that meant. He was tense, unsettled. His aura disturbed her. His shoulders shone with light. The wind was cold. She would not look at him. In the distance, ships were breaking from the horizon, streaming down silver-soaked waves on their way back to port. Most would make it before nightfall.

An adolescent seival swam through the sky, its soft, eel-like form gliding between beams of falling light. She had always found the creatures distasteful–their wrinkled snouts, their yellowed teeth, their stubby little wings. Past the trees lay dunes of sand. Rocks sprouted from mounds half-painted in crimson-stalked weeds. And there were the waves–throwing themselves against the rocks and foaming and roaring and collapsing out again.

There had been no reason for it, she knew. Why had she been so weak? There was nothing she could have done. The Prince and his people were aliens. They were real–she was the umbra in their wake. She did not despise them, but she was not of them. Her parents had left her on this planet a long time ago. She’d read the tale, written by the court scribes. To say Audacci had never experienced love would be a lie. Simply put, such feelings could not shake her resolve.

It was for his own good. Spring would soon be returned, she had told him. The Prince’s father lay dying deep in his castle, and rumors had swirled that he would abdicate the throne if he recovered, giving his last living son the Faerin Empire.

It was like traveling through water at great speed, trying to remember. “My lord, I–” She could not bring herself to speak his name.

He had dressed himself splendidly in a gold-and-magenta set of armor, complete with a burning white cape and a bejeweled circlet wrought of silver and ruby. His cheeks chill-flushed, Audacci’s companion gave her a forlorn look. “I don’t care if we can’t produce an heir–”

“No.” The cold made her exhausted.

“Audacci,” he whispered, a deep tone rising in his throat, “please…don’t go. I cannot bear to see you go. It would rip me apart to be away from you, even for a moment. I-I-I…I beg of you–stay here with me. You will be my queen, Audacci. You are everything to–”

“Don’t come looking for me.”

The young Hera withdrew her gaze from him, and the world grew suddenly greyer–even the sky, where many of the contrails had faded into the blue. One of those would be taking her away. Planet Faeri had once been her home, but all things pass. Her parents were never coming back.

She had been nineteen or twenty that day–neither a maiden nor a pirate, but a lost and foolish girl.

More faces than names sprung from the darkness. Wide-leafed trees sagged over the muddy road. Mujabi were maybe three feet tall, red-furred, black-eyed, with high-pitched voices that were nearly impossible to understand. Few of them spoke the basic tongue.

They infested their world; the streets were crawling with them, as were the trees. The jungle leaves were darker brown, almost blackish-red, and the beasts blended in well amongst the foliage.

Her target was a man who served Emperor Specter, a galactic tyrant whose territory was far outside the range of the Faerin Empire.

She remembered the sound of her boots on the plank-wood bridge extending over the dirt-foaming river. The wide-leafed trees hung over the path, reaching with their weary arms to tug her into the jungle. Mujabi jumped from branch to branch. There was an earthy, spicy smell in the air.

Their huts were made of some kind of woody substance that shone with the luster of copper. Her target was in one of the homes built over the rushing river on stilts of wood, amongst trees and animals. She knew at once which room he was hiding in. His power was a gaping wound in her consciousness, a blight that could be felt as much as sensed. The sensation tickled and made her think of home.

No one else came anywhere close.

Wetness clung to her neck. It was hard to breathe. A fishmonger bounded by with his cart, squealing like a child, and it was not so easy to breathe. They were to her not altogether real–merely obstacles she had to overcome. Their eyes burst without life, without purpose, without beauty. She crashed through the door, slipping to the dirt without grace. It was careless. His back was to her. Fleet Officer Hau ‘Omin’s cape draped over his sparkling gold-and-silver armor, a crimson tide hinting at its owner’s restrained tastes.

The Mujabi he had been speaking to vomited in horror and scurried to a far corner of the room. She was on one knee, panting. She looked up and noticed the table with three whitish-pink flowers laid upon it. What had the two been talking about? Had it involved the flowers? It couldn’t have. Why was she losing focus? Everything had grown so dark and fuzzy.

She was kneeling, and he was standing over her. A shudder befell Audacci. The golden, perforated light of the Mujabi’s room had faded to a dull midnight blue. It was colder in this place–bleaker. His crew had never been allowed in this far. She was somewhere special, somewhere secret. Here, he would lay bare all his vulnerabilities for her to gorge herself upon.

Nil hazed the bedroom, like endless microscopic layers of gloss. And where he lay, a golden rod in one hand, a bubbling crystal glass in the other, only she knew. No other being in the universe was as close to him as she was. He was tall for an alien, stout, with lilac skin and coarse black hair that extended from his scalp and beard to his chest and lower. One eye was red, the other white. He had more than a few scars. She liked to trace her fingers through them.

She fought this one, like the endless blue, deeper than the thickest poison. She was in the Mujabi’s tent again; thence came a flash, a punch, a splattering of blood that savagely painted a wall, and sweat stinging her eyes. She paused to admire the alien’s life’s blood as she caught her breath. It was purple with darker bubbles sprouting from where the air had touched it. It leaked down the deep-ridged wood, draping it all, and Audacci couldn’t help but admire the power that was in blood.

He loved Dalon’s Curse, as expensive a space rum as it was. He couldn’t but help himself. The Curse was a man’s drink, aye, but a tad dainty for someone of the captain’s stature. He had his fire rum, sure, and even imported Nyarin Blue Gin, but it was Dalon’s Curse that he liked to sip more than the others. A man’s true nature cannot be hidden when he has made himself vulnerable. Whether it is one’s conscience or ego or merely an unconscious self-preservation trigger is impossible to know. Still she felt for him.

“Three nights in a row,” she had murmured into her pillow, smiling and blushing like the fine lady she had been raised to be. “I don’t know what to say. You honor me with so much attention, captain.”

“You are more beautiful than the rest,” he growled, not looking at her. It was a simple statement, stark and touching, and she found that she had become rather wet.

He rolled over and pressed her against the bed sheets. Her eyes met his, the color of polished bronze. He shuddered, and she shuddered into the dark.

He was no better than the prince. Neither one of them had the potency she craved. Neither one of them was strong enough.

A surge of blue blazed through her mind, cold as the deepest throes of winter.

The emperor held court on a plush pillow, his legs crossed, Nil smoke leaking from his royal nostrils. All the ladies were dressed up in their finest colored gowns. The Queen wore an elaborate headdress of woven white gold. In their hands were clasped poems written with exquisite care and the utmost refinement. Each lady had embellished her poem with a painting of a scene from nature, and Audacci remembered her’s had been a sketch of the mountain her teacher had taken her to for their first sparring match.

Today they picked her to read. “Grace His Majesty with your beauty, Audacci,” Queen Lapsi murmured with a nod.

The young Hera raised the end of her soft pink gown to cover her mouth in a sign of respect to the emperor. Her heart thrashed inside her chest like a caged animal, but she did not have time to be afraid. To show fear was to be unladylike. “Mired by summer rains, We trav–”

The light reflected off the hazy air, bleeding into the room in a golden, rolling rush. It was all so yellow… especially the emperor’s teeth.

Remembering was the easy part.

“Ambushed.” Armor crinkled and popped as the guard leaned in to speak.


He would never show his grief. His eyes were like melting gold in the fading light, the color of late autumn. She held him now. Tightly-bound, their flesh exchanged warmth. Audacci muttered lovingly in his ear.

“Who did it?” Her prince’s voice quivered. “I want his name.”

“Nuan Tal, the Harvester. Eh, that’s what he calls himself. He’s just a damn space pirate. We don’t know what your brother was doing hanging around his lot,” the guard replied before Audacci could raise objection. She remembered that feeling that welled up in her when she failed to stop him. She had felt a similar feeling that night the prince took her unannounced after his elder sister’s birthday feast. She had remained at the palace back then.

“I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him…” the prince muttered, his forehead pressed against her’s. “He can’t get away with this…! I’ll kill him myself…I’ll bash his head in and…” The prince’s voice faded to a child’s as her embrace grew firmer. His perfume was overwhelming. She had to bury her arousal, had to swallow her lust. It was not easy. She was a lady, well-refined and suited for comforting her mate.

That night Prince Jokair became the heir to the Faerin Empire, and in the morning, she awoke to the flame-like blooms clothing the trees outside her window wilting in the first gasps of autumn.

The sky was an endless grey waste save for one bleeding gash. A blush of scarlet clouds clothed the rising skyscrapers whilst mists cloaked the shorter buildings. Where Mithran ran, the very air sparkled and shined. It was the Radiant City, the seat of His Majesty.

Ckaro-Ckaro was blind. But he could sense one’s aura. He hurt her sometimes. When they trained, she couldn’t always keep up. It gnawed at her pride when she lost, so she trained harder, and longer, and grew numb to pain. Or so she thought. The blood of the universe’s strongest warrior ran through her veins. The Faereth did not forget. She had been trained in relative secrecy since she could walk. In the early years, she had trained with the young princes and noble-born boys whose parents could afford lavish fancies. Now she sparred with a man who made her blood rush down the stone tiles, only to be washed away by the rain.

She had always been a Hera, despite being raised a Faerin. The boys couldn’t keep up. She had surpassed the eldest brother, Prince Mahsutic, when she had been six years old. He had been a young adult at the time.

She didn’t remember this. Pages and pages and pages turned themselves over and over and back again, and it was all the same in its differences.

He disappeared into the fog. A blanket of clouds moved in front of the orange-blotted sun, which was sinking beyond the distant buildings.

She tried to concentrate on her aura, but all she could feel was her heartbeat, deep and fervent in her ear. Audacci swallowed. She was covered in sweat. She expected him from the left. Turning her head, she was punched across the jaw from the right.

“Y-you…fool!” she screamed, falling to the ground. Blood pooled on the edge of her lip. Her jaw felt like it was on fire. “You broke it! You broke it! What am I going to do?! The prince–”

“Stop your whining. It’s not broken, and you know it. Get up and face me, or crawl home.” The old Faerin had a scraggly brown-and-grey bead. He wore a simple leather vest of armor and rough undergarments. She was clothed up nicely in slender ebony palace armor, frilled with turquoise blue feathers and carved for a princess’ frame.

She had never been a princess. She was the outsider, the alien ward. They treated her the same, they thought. She was not one of them. She never would be. She never wanted to be.

Their fists-clashes echoed from the mountain above the fog. A sun-baked seival screeched from a nearby tree, grey-barked and growing out of the side of a wall of rock leading further up the mountain. She sweat and bled and fought him back. She had been taught manners by her Faerin teachers and servants. All of that meant nothing now. The wind was on her face. Her fist was pulled back.

This was right, she knew. This was how it was supposed to be.

He taught her much about how to fight. He was not unkind, but she craved his praise. Ckaro-Ckaro died when she was twelve. He had had a stroke while sleeping and never woke up. It had taken them three days to find him, and by then, there had been little doubting his fate.

Perched on the edge of a skyscraper, Audacci thought herself rather cheeky. She would kill this one with a bit of a show. She meant to send a message. She wore a withered old hooded robe, tattered from long use. It concealed her dyed white-blonde hair. She couldn’t see her hair, but she knew it was true. She felt it. She was a pirate now–a bloody space pirate like those savages from the stars.

Governor Andulen-Knargo was a fringe commander of a distant world. She regretted never meeting him before. He had accrued significant debt, so they said, and many eyes had fallen with lust on his position. Calls had been made; money had been exchanged. Now here she was perched in the shade of noon on the most distant outpost in all the Faerin Empire, using the techniques her Faerin instructor had taught her. She had never been one of them, but she fought like one of them.

She fought as they dreamt she could. She was peerless, and for that reason, he noticed her. He had always had that damn pirate smile, and she had never been one to say no.

His face came to her sharply in the darkness, and she squirmed in impatience for it to fade into view much faster. His light purple skin was smooth as a satari flower from the Seinoco Plains, which would bloom red as dawn in the early weeks of summer and wither away by the time most other summer flowers began their blooms.

Below, the governor arrived in his hover vehicle, stepping up to the stairway that would lead him into a nearby building. He would never make it. She’d been here a hundred times, reliving the thrill each time a little more dully.

She jumped and stirred and felt the emptiness of wind against her cheeks.

In the twenty-ninth year of the reign of Emperor Yagei there was a lady not of the first rank whom the emperor loved more than any of the others. Noble of birth, she was the only daughter of one of the emperor’s elder ministers. While the emperor loved his wife and three children, this lady became the focus of his thoughts, and he found that he could not break free of her enthralling beauty. Everything she did delighted him. He decided on the last moon of the year to move her closer to his own quarters, deep in the palace of the Crystal Emperor. The other ladies of the court grew jealous of the attention he bestowed upon her and sought to bring her misfortune and ruin.

Incense burned across the marble corridor. Her back ached from the hours she had spent sitting in that rigid chair learning courtly manners. She was a lady of the court, almost a princess. If one didn’t know, she could play the part well enough. None of that mattered now. Priests of the sun god Kal Nanna were murmuring aphorisms in the corner. Their eyes met. The prince and the near-princess were standing pretty as a pair of flowers, proper and full of manners, and glowing with light, they were so pleasant upon the eyes.

Lady Wugi was not long with child before rumors began spreading that it was a bastard of one of the Grand Ministers. Lady Wugi denied the accusations, but the other ladies, especially virtuous Queen Lapsi, parroted this point until they were blue in the face. Rumors swirled, and it was not long before the emperor caught wind of what was going on.

Their first night together, he had not knocked. He had stunk of imported ice wine. The prince had stumbled into her room unannounced, tripping over things, knocking over a chair, and waking her. At first she had been afraid, but then she had been annoyed when she had seen who it was.

“I can’t get you out of my head,” he complained miserably.

“My prince, I–”

He put his finger to her lips, silencing her. “How old are you, Hera?”

He did not even call her by her name back then. “Fourteen.”

“Is thaaat like…” he hiccuped, wiping his mouth, “yoooou’re not a kid anymore, riiight?”

The first blush she felt was nothing like the next.

Angered by the baseless babble of his other women, the emperor decreed that no more be made of her child, whom he claimed was his. But this declaration roused only more bitter fires in the hearts of the other women. They feared that Lady Wugi’s son would become the next emperor for all the attention and love he lavished upon her. Queen Lapsi, whose eldest son Prince Mahsutic was but a babe, grew worried that her guarantee of a royal heir was in jeopardy. She went to the Oracle of Kal Unnei to foresee if her child would ascend the throne. The oracle’s proclamation was dire–that Queen Lapsi’s son would not only never become king, but that he would die in a tragic accident in his youth. The Oracle promised the queen that if she were to kill Lady Wugi’s child before he reached the age of three, one of her children would become the next emperor of the Faerin Empire. Despite being pressed, the Oracle would not reveal which of Queen Lapsi’s five children that meant. This set the queen in a great state of melancholy, and she soon decided, with little thought, that Lady Wugi must suffer a tragedy for the sake of the empire.

His lips were soft, his warmth comforting. They didn’t let the priests see. She was on top… but no, that was wrong. She couldn’t be. No, that wasn’t right.

“Say my name!” the captain growled as he thrust her deeper into his sheets. She gasped and winced and blinked away wetness.

That wasn’t right either. That wasn’t good. She didn’t love him.

On the day that Prince Keuli entered the world, Queen Lapsi was given command of Lady Wugi’s birthing. Even the emperor was not allowed into the birthing room. It was here the queen enacted her treacherous plan. The baby was born crying, but he cried only thrice, only three long, sour notes, before he was silenced. Lady Wugi, hemorrhaging blood, had fallen unconscious before her baby had been born, and had not heard even a single cry. The nurses were in on it with the Queen, yet all the same, in a show of grief half a week later, she had the three attending Faerin banished to remote provinces where they all mysteriously vanished, never to be seen again.

A fresh blossom was in his hand. It had blown out of the tree, which stood as bare as one during winter. But no, it was spring. She knew it was.

“A new bloom.” The prince smiled and placed it in her hair. “My Spring Queen,” he boasted, and she kissed him.

There had been no such love in the other. The captain drank his rum and got so drunk he hardly knew how to put it in her. She was pretty. It was not a boast. Many men had told her that. Sometimes it annoyed her. He lusted for her. In a way, the prince did too, she supposed. The looks in both of their eyes could produce similar heat.

She was his to use until he didn’t want to use her anymore. It was only after he took her three nights in a row that she started to realize the opportunity she had been presented with.

It had been after a particularly rowdy meal that had devolved into a full-crew-brawl that she had known. In the scuffle, she had briefly crossed paths with the captain. In a wild and accidental swing, she had punched him in the belly so hard that he had fallen over and spit up blood. He hadn’t had time to see who had hit him. He would have never guessed.

She was stronger than Captain Nuan Tal. The thought of it made her shudder.

In the years afterwards, Queen Lapsi’s eldest son was named heir to the throne. Lady Wugi was rarely seen in public after the birth of her only son, widely thought of at the time as a tragic accident. She grew pale and thin and weak and rarely ate. The emperor would pay her visits often, and read her poetry and showed her his paintings in an effort to cheer her up. Nothing he did made her better. While this gnawed at the emperor’s pride, for he loved his lady dearly, he would not give up. It soon became apparent that her condition was worsening, and if nothing was done, she would not last until winter. It was, at this time, near the end of autumn, that two Hera who had been staying on Faeri to conduct business with the emperor left their infant daughter at His Majesty’s court in the sacred care of the Faerin Empire. They would return soon for their daughter, they promised, before leaving. Their departure was sudden, and the emperor had not yet been able to find a caretaker for the infant Hera. As he looked around his consortium of women, he realized all of them had children of their own to attend to save for Lady Wugi. She was childless and would remain so unless the emperor did something. So he did.

“Your poems were always so pretty,” the elderly lady murmured into her cup, steam rising up from the surface. “It’s cold today. Read me one so that I may not freeze.”

Audacci could still smell incense smoke on her fingers. She had been out all night with the prince. Her mind was racing, but she felt drowsy. He had let her sip from a bottle of Frostrose Wine that he had been gifted by his father for his last birthday. She shouldn’t have let him take her. She had been a maiden. She was supposed to be a maiden. What would her future husband think if she wasn’t?

Panic welled in her throat. She sipped hot milani tea and tried to focus, but it was hard. The fear in her then was like when Ckaro-Ckaro would beat her for sloppy footwork.

“Audacci?” Lady Wugi’s voice was thin, but cheerful. She was such a sweet old lady. It burned Audacci’s throat to make her suffer.

“My lady…my apologies. I-I’m not feeling very well. Perhaps it would be best for me to return to my room.”

The old Faerin had nodded warmly and excused Audacci from the table. She had even taken the girl’s plate from her and placed it on the cleaning rack. She was old, but not that old. She wasn’t diseased or sickly. Yet, that was the last time Audacci ever saw her alive.

Where the waves crashed against the shore, she stood and watched the silver dawn. Thinking of her caretaker, Audacci wondered what advice Lady Wugi would give her. ‘Keep your back straight and your eyes bright! A lady who is proper has nothing to fear. Beauty is always brighter than ugliness.’ She wished she could have read Lady Wugi one more of her poems. Audacci wasn’t a particularly good poet–she didn’t have that Faerin gene in her, unfortunately. But that didn’t matter. It would have made her lady happy.

She didn’t know why she was thinking about Lady Wugi all these years later. The melancholy in the air was palpable, and the moon hung steadily in the brightening sky.

She was wide and yellow on this desolate morning. Air frosted before Audacci’s nose. She skipped ki blasts across the dark blue-grey waters. If she didn’t leave, the Faerin Empire would be lost. And yet, she could not go. The stars called for her, but their tugging was not so strenuous on her heart. She had been raised here, had been allowed to live a life of leisure as a noble lady in the court. Why should she go and forsake them?

An heir was more important than a throne. She had told him a hundred times. He had kissed her and smiled and forgotten, but she couldn’t wait for him any longer.

Blood moved swiftly through the veins, and agitation had taken over her mind. Soon, it would all be over. She perceived this fact slowly, and then suddenly, and then it was nothing again, and what mattered was time. But time was a fickle bitch, the worst of them all. Audacci had been around the universe, had pillaged a hundred worlds, had trouped with a dozen pirate crews, and had basked in the countless beauties of countless cultures.

There was one man taller than the rest who came to her when she was nearly ready to wake, even if she would wake tired and cold and miserable. He was looming shadow in the darkness, ready to make his presence felt at the end of each dream escape.

Captain Nuan Tal grunted and burped, setting his glass of Dalon’s Curse on the nightstand. His member was hard, slim and curved like a dagger, and she held it between her hands. He moaned and thrust his hips upwards. She held tight, not daring to stroke him.

“What’re you doing?” he growled. The way he said it, he had no clue what she was about to do. That always stuck with her. He never knew he was going to die.

When she let go, she used one burning energy blast, blue and white and flashing with heat and power, to cut open his neck and bleed him dry. He didn’t have time to scream, but he had time to feel, and she stared him in the eyes as life fled him.

It had been a moment of triumph. Glorious it was, yes, and ecstasy rushed through her brain, and she took his fleet of pirates and grew it, and grew that some more, and soon, she had her own little empire. But she already knew that; it did not interest her.

She looked up and saw its wings spread in front of the sun, black as ink against burning fire. Its violent wrath was enough to rend her heart in two.

“My lady? A-are you there?” The voice came after a pause, as if it had spoken before and was waiting for her to respond. She rolled in bed, rubbing her eyes, and sat up. Someone was contacting her on her bracelet comm.

“What is it?” She stifled a yawn against her shoulder.

He was old and in high spirits. “I’m so sorry for waking you my lady, but I think we’ve found her. At least the power source matches that of the last incident.”

“Oh!” Her brain throbbed and everything was suddenly much brighter. She was tired, but there was work yet to be done. “I’ll be there shortly,” she murmured into the device on her left arm. ‘We both will be,’ she wanted to say, but that would be obnoxious. Audacci’s head hurt. The less talking she had to do, the better. “Wake up,” she commanded the lizard sleeping next to her.

He stirred and hissed, shaking his head against the pillow. He didn’t have any eyes, but she didn’t mind. Even if he couldn’t see, The Benefactor was full of passion, and she admired that in him. He wasn’t like men she once had known.

“Did they find her?”

“I think so. We will go look, you and me.”

“As you command,” he replied very formally. “In that case, I need to fill my belly first.”

The Benefactor leapt up from the bed. Audacci watched him go, noting his poise and vigor and breathing hard. Her head was spinning a bit. She couldn’t think very clearly yet, but she knew. This was what everything had been for. This was how she would win.

It started with Sesami, then Earth, then the universe.


  1. The name of this story is a reference to lyrics from Beautiful People by Mark Pritchard. It is in particular referencing fleeting memories and the simultaneously cold and warm feelings one experiences during the dream state.
  2. Minhavu Harbor is located beyond the modern-day city of Ikestal on Faeri. Ikestal is where Admiral Bael assassinates Icer's son Avalan in the third volume of The History of the Decline and Fall of the Planet Trade Organization. In ancient times, it was the seat of the Faerin royal family, though at that time, the city was known as Mithran.
  3. The isaki fruit is a famous fruit exported from Faeri across the universe. It is featured in several other stories of mine, including The History of the Decline and Fall of the Planet Trade Organization. The isaki is a symbol of the Faerin royal family.
  4. The opening scene focuses a lot on the natural beauty of the landscape and the beauty of the prince (from Audacci's perspective). This beauty is important to Audacci, but within it there is hopelessness. There is nothing to be gained by it. Sure, the landscape is beautiful, but what can she do with that? She can stand and gawk and remain where she is. It's a paralyzing effect. She knows she has to leave Faeri; she is no Faerin. She's a Hera. She realizes at this point that she has to leave. There's maturity in her actions. What I think is interesting is that her character development goes in a backwards way - she starts off mature and sensible and not prone to indulging in her emotions. This sensibility, ironically cultivated in her by the Faerin Court, starts to fade as soon as she leaves the planet.
  5. The wave symbolism is similar to the wave symbolism of A Shadow on the Wind and to a lesser extent Sandboys.
  6. Seivals were first showcased in the second volume of The History of the Decline and Fall of the Planet Trade Organization. Of note is the fact that they look so primitive, just like the isaki. Faerin flora and fauna do not hide the primitive origins of Faereth as well as the Faereth themselves do.
  7. The cold makes me tired too.
  8. Audacci's reason for leaving is an interesting one, I think. Don't see too many stories about forlorn love based on the fact that the lovers are different species and thus cannot produce an heir together. Audacci knows that since her lover is to become the king, he needs an heir, plain and simple, or the entire royal family will collapse. She's trying to think of the future, whereas her lover is only thinking of the present. I specifically wrote his dialogue to be cheesy and over the top in a way that the characters in The Pillow Book often act.
  9. It is important that Audacci reflects upon her selfless forethought as foolish in this dream. Her reflection is likely her subconscious, not her waking thoughts.
  10. The second scene came to me like a fever dream one night, and thus I wrote it out almost exactly as I remembered it. Despite Specter being the "galactic emperor" mentioned here, the only story he appears in is likely non-canon to my universe. I was attempting to tie my Dragon Ball: Legacies stories to this one, but I'm not sure if the King Cold one could possibly be canon anymore.
  11. The Mujabi contrast Faereth in a superficial way, but I think they are more alike than not.
  12. That vomiting Mujabi was based on one of my cats who shits all over himself whenever anyone new comes to our house.
  13. The second scene was really where I started to show that this is in fact a series of dream memories. The first scene is altogether robust and logical, if a bit strangely-worded and opaque because of that. But shit starts to get weird in the second section. This was a section I didn't write until several others after it were already partially written. It is important, I think, to treat every sentence on its own merits. There could be scene breaks without warning after any period. Such is the nature of dreams (at least for me).
  14. Nuan Tal thought Audacci was something special simply because she made him the hardest out of all the cabin wenches on his ship.
  15. The reason Audacci fights the memory of Nuan Tal in the second section is perhaps tied to the most fundamental part of her character development within this story. She fights that one, but does not fight her memories of the prince. There's more than idealism and the limits of memory at play here.
  16. Nuan Tal's description paints him as likely a Faerin, although I doubt this is the case. Mere coincidence going on here most likely.
  17. I think the air on Planet Mujabi (or whatever it's called) is perhaps a little thin for Audacci's liking.
  18. It was likely Nuan's eye color that triggered the blending of those two scenes.
  19. The manners necessary to be a lady of the Faerin court were taken mostly from Heian Period Japanese court stuff, although I did just make up about half of what happened for the hell of it.
  20. It's a cool detail that the prince's older brother only died because he was hanging out with Nuan Tal. Thus, an unlikely prince becomes the next in line for the throne, and Audacci must leave. And where does she go? Well, to Nuan Tal, of course. That bastard loves his Dalon's Curse. I think he likes a nice shaved cunt even more, which made it easy for Audacci to get close to him. The man responsible for the death of her lover's older brother was not just an assassination job for her. She starts to feel for him as she felt for the prince before, though she fights that feeling. Even in the dream, the way she continues to come back to Nuan Tal, despite not wanting to, indicates that she has deep feelings for the man she set out to kill. Basically, what I'm saying is there's no such thing as love.
  21. Ckaro-Ckaro was based on Hundred Eyes from the netflix Marco Polo series.
  22. Audacci's sparring with Ckaro-Ckaro was what made her strong enough for the Venyi Academy to notice her and offer her enrollment.
  23. Audacci enjoys dyeing her hair white perhaps because she subconsciously doesn't want to be a Hera. There's some sense in the fourth section that she's going through an existential crisis - being raised a Faerin but not being one in actuality. At the same time, she loves fighting a good deal more than most Faereth and doesn't seem to realize that her mindset is quite Heran. There's nothing wrong with that, Audacci. You just gotta be you and stop worrying so much that you're different!
  24. The Seinoco Plains were later developed into Seinoco City, the birthplace of Guva.
  25. I think there's something to the idea of memories fading with time. After you remember a memory for the first time, you only remember remembering it thereafter. This is an important distinction. Audacci cannot live off the past forever. The adrenaline she feeds upon so ravenously is getting weaker with every reliving. Perhaps if she lives long enough, she'll forget all of her past. At that point, who exactly would she be? Certainly not Audacci anymore. I do wonder if it will ever come to that. A latent subconscious terror about this pervades the text.
  26. The story of Lady Wugi is significantly influenced by stories from The Pillow Book.
  27. There's so much deconstruction of love going on in the fifth section. Everyone is ruled by passion, whether it be lust or jealousy. These are two sides of the same coin.
  28. The queen's actions are reprehensible but not unheard of. This sort of shit happened in Japanese lore more than once. Additionally, this queen is the same woman who commanded Audacci earlier to read her poem. That scene can be read from a different perspective once it is known that Lapsi is a villain.
  29. Nuan Tal really fucked up. Arrogance is a dangerous thing, really. The moment you overplay your hand, you're going to crash and burn. Audacci was lucky that she was able to test her strength against him accidentally, as if she went in blind, which she was eventually going to do anyways, she would not have known if she could have won, and that would've been a much deeper terror.
  30. The "business" that Bojack and Zangya were doing was extorting the Faerin Court into paying them loads of jewels and gold and alcohol so they wouldn't destroy Faeri. They left their daughter there because, indeed, they were planning on returning after a raid on Nyare. She was far too young for them to care for on a combat assignment. And if the Faereth killed her, Bojack would have destroyed Faeri. The aforementioned raid is detailed in Starfall, and in it, Bojack is imprisoned by the Kais of Universe 7, along with Zangya and a few other Heras. So Bojack getting put inside King Kai's planet was ultimately the reason she was stranded on Faeri.
  31. Wugi's story is rather sad to me. It's archetypal in many ways, but the regret Audacci feels for not reading her a poem before she dies is perhaps the most significant aspect of her inclusion in the story. I mean, she does raise Audacci, so she's her real mother. She's the one who teaches Audacci courtly elegance and manner and shit, despite all that she herself went through. Some of that had to have rubbed off on the Hera.
  32. I do wonder why she loved Jokair. Was it because he took her virginity? That seems kind of a silly thing for someone as powerful and mentally sound as Audacci, but it could be true. Simply being her "first" would have special meaning to her. And yet, his stupidity is hard to overlook. Why would she fall for someone so idiotic? Maybe that's the flaw in her personality. It's difficult to say.
  33. The opening of the sixth section is a real sense I get when I'm about to wake up. Had that happen more times than I can count.
  34. One would think her assassination of Nuan Tal was Audacci's greatest achievement. That is not the last thing she dreams about, however. "She looked up and saw its wings spread in front of the sun, black as ink against burning fire. Its violent wrath was enough to rend her heart in two." - this is a sneaky important line. Indeed, this line explains why she is immortal (in the sense that she will never die of old age). It should be pretty obvious; I mean, she was taken by the prince in the presence of Sun God priests, after all.
  35. The sixth scene of this story is the final scene I will write for Audacci and The Benefactor before they appear again in Heart of the Dragon.
  36. TB is unlike the prince and Nuan Tal in a way that I think is not conveyed very explicitly. No, he doesn't have a bigger dick. That's not what it's about (sorry tunboy). His vigor has more to do with his aura, methinks.
  37. Audacci of course wants to destroy Earth because she knows her father's killer resides there. This is a marvelously convenient fact, allowing me to set up her goals and objectives in a beautifully logical and useful way.
  38. Notice how, at the end of A Flap of the Wings, Audacci is succumbing to her lust for revenge. This is a significant character development from the Audacci who left Faeri and her love so that the Faerin royal family could persist.

I really like this one. The prose is beautiful, and the intermingling memories in the dream setting allowed for some cool parallels, themes, and character development. A lot was revealed about Audacci here; this is one of the more important backstory one-shots for HOTD. I like how her character development is backwards too. And all the descriptions of Faeri were just beautiful. The stuff with Nuan Tal paralleling with the prince and TB was also a nice touch. Really good stuff here. I very much enjoyed re-reading AFOTW for this commentary.

Additionally, as this is the last story in the style of The Heels of the Unknown, I will now rank the 12 in order of favorite to least favorite:

  1. The Great Sushi-Eating Contest
  2. A Flap of the Wings
  3. Black Dawn
  4. Country Matters
  5. Not So Far
  6. Starfall
  7. Down the Well-Worn Road
  8. Crushing Blue
  9. Sandboys
  10. A Shadow on the Wind
  11. I'm a Candy Man

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The KidVegeta Anthology
1: Were It So Easy2: Ground Up3: So Lonely At The Top4: Dragon Ball Z: In Requiem5: Sixth6: Slaved7: Womanhood8: A Mother's Love9: Derelict10: Dragonball KC11: The Redacted Scenes12: Dragon Ball Z: Cold Vengeance (Original draftFinal draft)13: Spindlerun: The Tale of Yajirobe14: The Anonymous Series15: Speedball16: Second-best17: Strength18: Separator19: Skulk20: Soup21: Scelerat22: Serial23: Slick24: Sovereign25: Dragonball lies in the old hat26: Ode to Dodoria27: Bitterly Bothered Brother28: KidVegeta's Theogony: From Silence to the Greater Kais‎‎29: Dragon Ball Z: The Forgotten (29.1 Prince Vegeta Saga29.2 Outbreak: Paved In Blood29.3 Lauto Saga29.4 Stomping Grounds Saga29.5 Planet Earth Saga29.6 Reunion Saga29.7 Forever Alone29.8 Fulfillment Saga29.9 Characters29.10 Who Are The Forgotten?29.11 Miscellaneous Information)30: Sink to the Bottom31: Bluestreaker32: Lionheart33: From Magic to Monsters34: Tyrant35: Be a Man36: Brave37: Yellow38: Sleep39: Prideful Demons Black40: The Watcher41: The Perfect Lifeform42: Ain't No Hero43: Dragon Ball: The Great War44: Glory45: Monster46: Burning Man47: Bonetown Blues48: Ergo Sum49: Suicide Missionary50: We'll Never Feel Bad Anymore51: Before Creation Comes Destruction52: Midnight City53: A Soundless Dark54: Scourge55: The Ballad of Dango56: Zarbon and Dodoria: A Love Story57: Thank the Eastern Supreme Kai for Girls58: A Shadow on the Wind59: I'm a Candy Man60: Down the Well-Worn Road61: Cool Cat62: Starfall63: Crushing Blue64: Black Dawn65: The Great Sushi-Eating Contest66: The Adventures of Beerus and Whis...IN SPACE!‎‎67: The Guacamole Boys Hit the Town‎‎68: Fin69: Nowhere to Go70: Not So Far71: Ice Age Coming72: Small73: Shame74: Untouchable75: A Demon Tale: Running Gags and Memes: The Movie76: Superior77: He's a Baaad Man78: Sandboys79: This is a contest story 80: A Space Christmas Story81: The One Where Bulma Goes Looking For Goku's Dragon Balls82: The Ginyu Force Chronicles83: Country Matters84: Chasing Oblivion85: Bardock's Some Hot Space Garbage and You're a Cuck86: The Story Without Any Cursing Except For This One Fuck And It's In The Title or (Sex Drugs and Rock and Roll Except Without Any Of The Sex)87: A Flap of the Wings88: Broccoli Tail89: Black as Blood90: Bi Arm or the One Where Baby is Actually A Rich Man or the Last One Of All the BYARMS91: One Chop Man92: Girl93: Twelve Majestic Lies94: Spaceball95: The Monster and the Maiden96: Mountain Bird97: A Quest for Booty98: Yaki the Yardrat's lecherous crime cartel, can Jaco and Strabbary stop it?99: Across the Universe100: His Majesty's Pet101: Destroyer of Universes102: The One with Several No Good Rotten Space Vermin103: The Scouring of Paradise104: To Kill a God-Emperor105: Extragalactic Containment Protocol106: Appetent Justice107: The Naptime Championships108: Really Big Scary Monsters109: Old Nishi110: He Needs Some Space Milk111: Filthy Monkeys112: The Mortal Flaw113: Leap114: Dyspo Sucks115: The Royal Exception116: Mushin117: Doctor Piggyboy118: The Space Taco Bandit119: The Big Book of Very Important Things (119.1: Why the supreme kai thinks there are only 28 planets in the universe by kidvegeta, esquire119.2: The raisin why supreme kai thinks theres only 28 planets119.3: Supreme kai why do you think there are only 28 planets pls respond119.4: Vegeta: The Tale of Chiaotzu119:5. Sweet Nothings About Cuber by KidVegeta and Destructivedisk119.6: ☉‿⊙119.7: The Part Where He Actually Blows Himself119.8: The truefacts tht hhyperzerling ssahhy119.9: Dragon Ball Supper119.10: A list of people yamcha's been intimate with)120: Memories of a Bloodless Thrall121: Lights of Zalama122: The Deathless Scraps123: Time-Eater124: Dragon Ball: The Mrovian Series: Hidden Memories of Chaiva125: Nineteen Assassins126: Welcome to Rapture127: Bean Daddy128: Zeta Male129: One Word From The Crane130: The Big Ugly131: The Legend of Upa132: Trickster is Meaningless133: Three Foolish Monkeys134: Killing General Copper135: One of Them136: The Swindler137: Softpetal138: How To Act Like a Professional Mercenary139: Insatiable140: The History of the Decline and Fall of the Planet Trade Organization141: Dragon Ball: Heart of the Dragon142: The Last Saiyan (141.1 Skyscrapers/Cloudchasers142.2 Roshi142.3 Edge Of The World142.4 Hail to the Thief142.5 Long Road Home)143: Community Roleplays (143.1 Dragon Ball: Future Imperfect (2nd Saga)143.2 No Way Out143.3 Vacation143.4 Cool Runnings143.5 What Role Will You Play?)144: Deleted Stories (144.1 Dragon Ball: Short Story Project)145: Final Thoughts