Ciel's Fate

Yessiree, the not-so-long awaited story of the runt that Harper has taken under her wing. If you looked at the roleplay recently, then you would've seen that I revealed Salsa and Ciel, two new characters. While Ciel is a brand-new character that hasn't been given a concept as of late, Salsa has gotten a few sketches and a little thought, but neither is well-developed. Now, please enjoy my improvised story. Thank you.


Ciel's Fate
"You can't catch meee! Wheee!" cried a voice behind Ciel.
A large, plump seal slid down the ice half-pipe behind her, and Ciel groaned.
"Dexter, stop that. One at a time, said the teacher."
The plump seal's tongue lolled out as he basked in the enjoyment of high-speed sliding on his belly.
"Woppa Penguin-style!" said Dexter, ignoring Ciel's warning.
Just as he started to skid at a favorable pace...
POOMF.
...his head hit Ciel's rear like a torpedo.
"Ow!" yelped Ciel, and her claws slipped from the snow handles of the slide.
SLLLLIHICK.
The sound of fur scraping against clean ice and the momentum picking up the pace awaited Ciel's ears, and she screamed "Nooooooo!" as she started to topple head-over-heels down the slippery incline.
"Nooo!" repeated Dexter, flopped around by the frigid wind behind them.
SPPPPOLLLOLOSH!
A large, foamy splash came up from their landing spot, where they landed in the pool of icy water, kind of like a water park in the lands of no-ice.
"First Princess Ciel and Tenth Prince Dexter! Stop fooling around on the Big Slide and get studying arithmetic. Now!" cried an all-way-too-familiar voice.
Ciel, spitting out water from her mouth, saw Scribe Lacey glaring at them, her walrus blubber making her look a bit goofy, but intimidating.

 Many years after Harper became an Alpha, legends of her life were still told. However, the leadership in the lands of Ice had become quite stiff and iron, and all arctic animals were ruled by the Replicas. They were fierce warrior seals that once were the Blood Pack, but had taken over all seal packs and ruled them with a huge influence of "proper civilization". The old ways were being lost, and evil spreading.  Believed to be able to turn the tide, a polar bear school principal abducted all of the Princes and Princesses the Concubines of Replica gave birth to. They were raised on the legends of old, such as Cithara, Harper, and her adventures as a Jamaasian.
Now, twelve years after Ciel and Dexter had their little "Slide Adventure", they had grown in several ways. One, Ciel hit puberty, and grew into a beautiful seal that looked like Cithara, lulling the men when she entered the marketplace (despite not doing it often due to risking being found by Replica guards). Two, Dexter and the other nine princes learned karate from Caesar, the polar bear principal, growing rather bulky. Third, Ciel managed to get a Ph.D in Mythology and Health, and got a Bachelors on History, all while in seclusion.
One day, though...
"Hey, Ciel." said Chrome, the Third Prince.
Ciel looked up from writing some words on a scroll with blueberry ink, and adjusted her contacts.
"What?" asked Ciel, tilting her head at the sight of the claw extensions on Chrome's paws.
"Eh, not much. Want to... er... go hunting with me over by the ice floes are nice these days for hunting. I heard you're a good hunter, so why not?" stuttered Chrome.
"Um.. then why don't you bring Binky the First Prince? He's the best hunter, and seems to enjoy it."
Chrome blushed, his cheeks flushed with pink.
"Aah.. I just have a gut feeling about it."
Ciel smirked, and got up.
"Fine. I've never had a boy ask me out to hunt, y'know. This is a treat for me."
Chrome blushed so hard that Ciel thought his head would catch on fire and even become a conflagration.
"N-no! Not a date! Why would I do such a sin?" meeped Chrome, his face paint dribbling a bit as he sweated.
Ciel rolled her eyes, and flexed her claws, feeling the air of brittle cold flow around them like silk.
"Ah, well. You don't reveal it to me. Let's just devour some penguins and get this over with."

When they got to the ice floes, they saw a few other seal "couples" quietly watching oblivious prey and silently chatting with... body language, let's just say.
Ciel's heart beating like the waves of the ocean, she saw a flicker in the ocean - a large pearl filled with ice energy, as she sensed.
The stars and aurora borealis above them danced as celestial bodies, seemingly doing the boogie and foxtrot as the mortals scrambled to do short-lived things in their brief lives, happy for all eternity. Ciel had to admit, she was jealous, but she CERTAINLY didn't want to be worshipped by the Replicas, those jerks. They reserved the right to slay anyone at their own will, and often beat pregnant seals on the glaciers and sea highways until they begged for mercy. It was cruel, yes, but Ciel had to put up with watching her kin suffer, and not attack, as interference might blow up her false identity - or worse.
Chrome licked his claws (ew, when did he last rinse them?), nibbling the krill bits on them, and smiled.
"Yuck, Chrome, don't do that. It's putrid seeing someone without proper equities." was all Ciel said.
Chrome's gaze fell, but only for a moment.
As soon as a young seal swam by their spot on an ice floe with a bloody squid in her mouth, they dove underwater.
The ocean was  beautiful, especially at nighttime. Wondrous creatures Twolegs never discovered before wafted through the water as if everything existed forever, and peace was always intact. Large signs embedded in the seafloor said "NO OVERFISHING", but nevertheless, most seals visiting the popular hunting hotspot caught all their maw could carry, so that rule was technically useless.
"Ah, Chrome, look at that nice kelp forest over there!" remarked Ciel.
"Eh?" replied the  bulky and shy seal, glancing over to the right.
Ciel quickly swam off, determined to find that pearl she saw under the silent waves, not missing a heartbeat of precious distracted time.

The currents and jellyfish seemed to hate Ciel that fateful day.
Between the currents pushing Ciel back to Chrome whispering malicious thoughts in her ears and the jellyfish carelessly stinging her, she also sensed something dark in the water, and didn't want to be caught by it. Sure, ditching Chrome was a horrible and senseless thing to do when a trillion things could kill her in the dangerous waters of Replica's territory, but some celestial force was goading her on, telling her that it was palpable she needed that pearl.
Come on, Ciel. I didn't grant you powers of the arctic currents for nothing. You are worthy of my previous successor, and perhaps can outclass her.
That voice... was in her mind, tingling all of Ciel's nerves and making her tremble. The hazy water this late at night was clouding her thoughts, so she shook her head in disbelief and kept on navigating the sea. There was no way that voice could be...
"Holy Cithara." muttered Ciel, screeching to a stop. Of course, she didn't physically screech to a stop, but was very close. Sand and bubbles kicked up from her stopping spot.
Two Replica goons, dressed in intricate mage's robes and chain mail (no, not mail made of chains or sent in a chain, the silky armor kind, dodohead)
They looked up in disbelief, and started to shriek like newborn pups.
"What?" asked Ciel.
"Muh - MONSTER! YARRGH!"
Before Ciel could process that and dodge, a large, misty claw grabbed her up, and hissed.
Ciel couldn't help but scream like a damsel in distress, despite being ANYTHING besides that.
"I'm coming, Ciel!"
Quickly, a large, red slash crossed Ciel's vision, and the large monster clutching Ciel mumbled "Goom?" and let go of Ciel.
Ciel twisted around, and saw the monster that snatched her was a large, black creature, emitting ice and shadow.
Suddenly, a bazillion topazes fell from the sky, glowing and streaming out like a large-scale avalanche, and the skin of the cyclop-eyed creature dissolved, revealing a young, beautiful leopard.
"A creature from the borders of the No-Ice regions!" cried Ciel.
"ARRGH! ANOTHER MONSTER!"cried one of the Replica seals, hugging a rather distressed starfish like a teddy yeti.
"MOOMMY! PLEASE WAKE ME UP!" cried the other, hiding behind his ally like something was coming at him and he wanted someone else to suffer the brunt of the damage.
Chrome, seeing minions of the most evil organization the Ice-Regions had seen in many eons act so cowardly, rolled his eyes and rolled towards them like a boulder down a steep hill.
"NOOOO!"cried a minion.
"WAAA!" cried the other.
"Shut your trap!" cried Chrome the loudest of all.
"If anything as much as a creature cries another thing, I'm going to barf." murmured the mysterious leopard.
Ciel raised her eyebrows and let them fall back down at least three cycles.
"It can talk?!" yelped the princess.
The leopard rolled her eyes at least thrice.
"'It' has a name, Mrs. 20/20 Hindsight. My name is Frost Miranda Sagearium, for goodness sake, and I was told by... a friend to come over here while they moved my group over to Teal Motopolis. I'm sure that a time paradox and tight history is going to result from this, but it's nice to meet you... or is it?"
Ciel sighed, and shook the paw Frost offered.
KABOOM!
A wall of sand flowed like whiterapids towards them, and it was all Ciel could do to summon a barrier of clear ice and let it flow over them.
As the river of flowing sand ran over rocks and finally vanished (whew), Chrome walked over to them, wiping a bit of imaginary sweat from his brow.
"Hullo. Glad to see you're enjoying what I did to those Replicas. Sending them to Brazil is hard work, yo." said the Third Prince, looking not-at-all princely as he showed off for the chicks.
Frost approached him... and threw a quick sucker punch.
"Yowwwww! Wouldn't some sarcasm suffice?!" yelped Chrome, frozen by the shock that the newcomer punched him.
"As my boyfriend says, I'm one TOUGH chick." replied Frost, tone as simple as ever.
Ciel sighed, and said in Scribe Lacey's formal tone:
"A touch chick is a commonplace in this world. Get over it, Chrome the Third Prince, or I'll spank you right on your bum." mocked Ciel.
Chrome blushed, and Frost burst out hyrestically laughing and hooting.
"Anyways.. how are you breathing? A creature like you should be turning blue right now?" asked Ciel, intrigued by the leopard that appeared from the giant creature that had seized her.
Frost shook her head, still laughing, and mocked Ciel's melodic voice.
"How am I breathing? Magic, simply. I'm a demigod."
Ciel's eyes bulged as if she were trying to extend her eyes to touch Frost's chest.
"You're a DEMIGOD?! What is your lineage? You're taking risks, Replica will EXECUTE anyone who is a demigod!" yelped Ciel. Chrome seemed to share her surprise that so many miracles were happening.
"Sagearium the phantom and Miranda the goddess. I'm from a foreign land in a different dimension, and I'm supposedly supposed to die soon, so why not drop a visit to some random places?"
Frost chuckled at her own odd joke, and wasn't bothered by how nobody joined her laughter.
"How can you be laughing if you're going to perish soon? And what's a phantom?" asked Ciel, baffled more and more by Frost by the minute.
Chrome glanced over at a sundial in the sand, and gasped.
"I can't read sundials accurately when it's dark, but I can tell! It's midnight, and our foster family is worried sick about us, for sure. Ciel, come back with me!" said Chrome, reaching out a paw.
Ciel didn't do as much as even touch it.
"I... cannot."
"Why? Leaving yourself to chat with a dangerous stranger isn't safe! And she tried to steal you!"
"It feels like Cithara is telling me to stay with her. I... must. The will of the deities isn't to be defied, Chrome. Come back for me at sunrise, I'll be fine."
"The nerve."
Frost intervened as Chrome started to reluctantly swim away, and said something not-so-helpful:
"Hey, I was taking a free ride on a phantom headed towards Replica's HQ! My phantom forme is Kyurem grey, birdbrain!"
Chrome didn't indicate hearing Frost's thought, but clearly shot her pointy dagger eyes.

As soon as Chrome vanished, a raspy laugh echoed through the water around Ciel and Frost.
"Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ... I have trapped you, Frost and Ciel. Two snacks of destined ones will be delightful on a platter! I'll send the Dynamacs to mush you into banana bread, wimps." hissed the raspy voice. It sounded evil, ancient, vile, intimidating, groggy, and a zillion other things at the same time. It was Chaos itself in a chaotic pile of undertones.
"F-Firetail?" yelped Ciel.
Frost looked at Ciel with a frosty expression.
"No. A billion times worse. Meet Apophis, Egyptian and Jamaasian demon of Isfet, or Chaos, itself. He desires to swallow the sun and sink the world under the sea for his own reasons."
Ciel's face turned bleach white... not that it already was.
Frost tensed as the echoes of Apophis's taunt echoed through the depths, and unsheathed her claws. Immediately, waves of ice glowing fire red emanated from her claws, literally making snaking lines of icefire flare underwater.
Ciel, noting that the voice had said something about Dynamacs. No matter what, they sounded dangerous to her.
Suddenly, out of the blue, grey robots appeared, Replica goons dressed in imperial black and gold robes following in suit. The visors of the muscular and generic 'bots glared red, and seemed full of intelligence -  deadly intelligence.
"It is the end... I have been behind the entire Replica situation, fools. I possessed their administrator, Levani, and led his organized group to take over the lands of Ice and follow the ways of Firetail, one of my children. These Dynamacs are the most recent model, freshly shipped from secret factories in the valleys of Vramaa. I hand-picked these Replica followers to defeat you two. Now, taste the bitter flavor of DEFEAT!" cackled the voice. Again, it was a jumbled melange of various emotions that made Ciel want to bow and obey Chaos.
I will destroy Cithara's empire....
Those words echoed in Ciel's head, despite Apophis never speaking those vile words aloud. From the start, she knew with distaste that Apophis desired to melt the melting ice of the Ice lands, and that he desired to devour Cithara, the embodiment of all ice and the creator of polar areas. Firetail was always said to be the creation of a fearsome, evil serpent that relished in destruction... but Ciel never knew that that creature was so purely vile, so powerful, and so imposing.
As the Dynamacs and Replica followers drew closer, Ciel wondered how Apophis could destroy a kingdom so vast and powerful. He certainly couldn't beat the ice with torches, or grab a chainsaw and saw everything in half, because the mana reserves and followers of Cithara would fix everything up before you could say: "Ma'at and Isfet are Facebook Buddies".
Suddenly, the Dynamacs raised their fists, and launched them. The rocket fists sliced through the water, and nearly decapitated Ciel's head.
"Woah, Ciel! Careful there, dude!" yelped Frost. She quickly waved her paw, and for a second, Ciel saw a large dragon with fur and a icy warm aura in place of Frost.
Then, she swept her paw completely, and icefire engulfed one Dynamac, incinerating it in a second. Only a scrap of golden black linen remained in the ashes.
"How can you burn something underwater?!" protested Ciel, but Frost made a shooing sign in the water.
"It's called magic, kiddo." replied Frost.
As another Dynamac approached, Frost smirked, and lunged forward.
The Dynamac swung its fist, and the Replica goon behind it started to create flames.
"No!" cried Ciel, but Frost quickly handled things.
An image of a coppery heron flickered in place of Frost, then she quickly launched a blast of pure joy and happiness.
"Purity Control, the legendary power?" squeaked Ciel.
Again, the same fate of the other Dynamac repeated.
After several more Dynamac deaths (strangely enough, none seemed to have emotion), Ciel started to get pissed.
Ciel didn't like standing on the sidelines, nor did she want to be outclassed in every way by an outsider. Ciel wanted to do something... but at what cost?
She somehow knew she would never see the family she grown with again, but strangely enough, she didn't care.
Suddenly, just as the last Dynamac was about to be fried as Frost numbly fought for Ciel, it slipped in a deadly shot of plasma, and shot her into a patch of kelp.
A tiny drop of a blood trickled out of the kelp.
Ciel suddenly filled with rage, with the utmost hatred for that Dynamac. Despite being mere acquaintances, she filled with rage. Pure rage.
"Cithara's power! Fascinating!" cried a silky voice.
Suddenly, in a flash of light, Harper appeared.
Ciel immediately recognized the legend. Her pup's fur, her applied facial paint, her sharp claws, her utility belt, her large fur ponytails on her head... it was truly the legend itself.
The Dynamac approached, but Harper seemed oblivious to it.
Ciel suddenly felt a ripple of power through her, and time started to slow down.
She didn't remember much afterwards, but when she came to, her fur was smoldering, the Dynamac was encased in a thick layer of ice, and both Harper and Frost stood in front of her.
"Ciel, you should tell Cithara "espavo". You drew on her vast power reserves, and defeated this Dynamac. Both of us acted blissfully inexperienced to test you. I'm sorry you'll never see your foster family again, but we're taking you in. As for Replica... I already sent some Cithara Order members after them. They didn't assess the problem sooner due to... a lengthy scuffle in Corax. Follow me." said Harper.
Sadness washed over Ciel's very essence, but she knew that her destiny didn't involve this world anymore. She was going to Jamaa, no matter what. It was the only way through life now.
Frost, her paws all on the cool arctic sand, projected a blast of energy. The single bullet of concentrated energy swirled around, faster and faster, until it became a swirling mass of deep purple and blackness.
"Step through, Ciel, and see Jamaa through your new eyes."