"Hello?" Moorhen called into the seemingly empty cave, her regal voice echoing around the damp room. She looked once more at the letter she got a moon ago with her sister's name signed at the bottom. Did she do this just to prank her? No, she's not that good at lying. She would have noticed something was off if Creek was pranking her. Then again, she had been acting weird lately. Did something happen?

She shook her head, erasing the thought from her mind. She's too smart to have anything bad happen to her. This dragon can't be Creek. They're just forging her signature. She forgave herself. I'll show them what happens when they pretend to be somebody else...

"Hello?" She called out again, approaching the darkness. "I'm warning you, I'm armed." Moorhen's armor clinked as she adjusted her spear and stepped in. She had to duck to get inside, for she was too big for the cave's small entrance.

She traveled through the cave's long passageway, and emerged on the other side. Darkness surrounded her as a gust of wind blew through the entrance. She could smell the pungent stench of mud. Ahh... home sweet home.

Suddenly, she heard a snap. She quickly turned around, only to be faced with nothing, except more darkness. But... it wasn't completely dark anymore. She could see the faint light of a candle in the room behind her. Why didn't she notice that before..?

"Creek?" She said in a quieter voice. She cleared her throat and tried again.
"Creek, Is that you?" She slowly approached the light, being careful not to loose her grip against the cave's rocky floor. Then she turned the corner.

There sat Creek, on top of a throne made of what looked to be mounds of clay, her face hidden in the shadows above.
"...Creek?" Moorhen called out to her younger sister. Creek looked down and smiled, showing her teeth.
"Hello, Moor." She said. Her voice echoing around the room. Moorhen wouldn't have been able to tell where it came from if Creek hadn't shown herself. She spread her wings and leaned back. Her bronze-like scales reflecting the candlelight.

"Welcome to my humble abode!" She laughed, as if it was the funniest thing she'd heard in a long time.

"Oi..." Moorhen said, hiding her fear. "So it really is you, little sister."

Creek abruptly stopped smiling. "Well of course it's me, Moor. Who else were you expecting?"

"What do you want?" Asked Moorhen, changing the subject. "Aren't you happy? I let you stay in my castle, eat my food, and give you all the entertainment you need, even after you've killed thousands. Isn't that enough?"

Chorus glared at her. "To put it blatantly, no." She said threateningly. "I want power. And the only way to do that is becoming the Queen. And, matters of fact, I should become queen. I'm the rightful heir. So either you hand me the throne right now, or we will have to do it the hard way."

Moorhen frowned. "Chorus," she said, with a little more edge than before. "I'm not going to give you the throne. I have no idea how you got the idea that you're the rightful heir into your head but-"

Suddenly, Core lunged down, pinning moorhen on her back.
"Listen here, Queen." She said shakily. "I'm giving you two options. Either give me the throne, or suffer the consequences." 

"Core." She pushed her off. "I can't give you power. You know that."

"You can. And you will. Unless you want to get killed." Chorus growled. "And I'm perfectly happy to do that."

"Core..." Moorhen started.

"Stop... doing that!" Chorus suddenly bared her teeth, leaving Moorhen looking confused.

"Stop doing what?" Moorhen said, coming closer to Core to see her sisters face. They looked so similar, Moor and her. They had the same eyes and snout, but Chorus' wasn't decorated in jewels.

"Stop calling me that name!" Chorus grabbed Moorhen's neck with her talons.

Moorhen looked away, not wanting to see her sister's face that looked so much like her own.

"Look me in the eyes!" Copper shouted at Moorhen. "Look at me! See what I really am, and not who you want me to be. I'm not your little sister anymore."

Moorhen shook her head.
"Core... I'm going to tell you one more thing. I'm not looking into the eyes of a murderer."

Those were her last words before bloody amber talons ripped her heart out. She'd fallen to the floor. Her body was limp. Face stuck in a position of agony.

Chorus looked at moorhen, in horror of what she'd done. But then her face went into a cloudier expression. She threw Moorhen's heart onto the floor and dropped down so her face was almost touching her sister's.

She smiled again, talons covered in blood. Her eyes were bloodshot. Maniacal laughter filled the room. It sounded almost distorted. Like someone, or something, was taking control of her...

"Long live the Queen."