"I wanna go through the portal."
That's how it started. A simple declaration, delivered by me.
I raised one arm high like a tiny general leading a rebellion, while my loyal companion, the divine tiger Marshi (who totally looked like a fluffy cat), posed beside me like a mythical beast summoned for war.
Osric, who was training nearby, froze mid-swing.
Ravick, who was yelling at his knights to stop falling during formations, paused mid-bark.
And the knights? The ones who pretended not to be watching? They peeked from behind the bushes like guilty squirrels, sighed in unison, and quietly returned to their drills.
It was just another Tuesday.
Only one person didn't seem surprised.
"That's my girl," Grandpa Thalein said proudly, puffing up like a peacock in armor. "Tell your papa how the spirit of conquest burns in your noble veins."
"I WANNA GO THROUGH THE PORTAL!" I shouted louder, in case the entire capital missed it.
Even Marshi joined in. "Meow!!"
