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"The Cause of the Cursed Jazan" by xenna_15
"Jazan, wait for me!” The young Kyrii glanced behind him with a sigh. “We’ve had to stop six times now! You’re too slow, Leta!” “It’s not my fault you’ve got longer legs than me!” the Yellow Kyrii stuck her tongue out at her older brother. “Maybe if you didn’t run so fast-!” “There you two are,” a voice above them said. They looked up to see a Blue Uni, barely older than Jazan, flapping his wings and looking down at them. He dropped to the castle floor a moment later. “The queen told me to find you two. She says you’re late for your magic lesson, Jazan. And you’re late for your history lesson, Leta.” The siblings groaned. “I hate magic lessons,” Prince Jazan muttered, crossing his arms. “Father makes them really difficult.” “At least you don’t have to learn the history of the queens of Qasala,” Leta made a face. “It’s boring.” Jazan tried for a smile, ruffling his sister’s mane of golden hair. “Trade you.” The princess grinned up at him. “You wish. Father’s mean. I’ll take Mother any day.” The Uni in front of them chuckled. “You two are funny.” he turned towards the princess, bowing a little. “Shall we go, your highness? I can give you a lift.” “Ooh, yes, yes!” she giggled excitedly, scrambling onto her friends back. “Thanks Nyte!” “Of course.” he looked back to Jazan. “Wanna go raid the kitchen after your lesson?” “Sure,” the Kyrii grinned. “See you guys later.” He watched as Nyte turned and trotted off, breaking into a run before soaring up towards the palace ceiling, listening as his little sister shrieked gleefully.

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