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// Chapter 12 
// Story: Princess Malia 
// by Creativa-Artly01 
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It's a new day and Malia is up with the sunrise as she goes out and tends to her garden in the morning dew. Meanwhile, the young princes are inside sleeping. Malia sighs as she waters her plants. She loves her garden. It gives her a nice to escape to and relax. After several hours of tending to her garden, Princess Malia returns inside and wakes up the young princes to go on their morning fly. 

While they're out on their morning fly, Princess Malia tells her sons about the kingdom they will rule someday, way down the line. "When you two are the kings," says Malia, "all of this will belong to you. The expansive changeling kingdom, every last inch of it. You will rule it in a kind manner just like I do. You will not start a war. Changelings are a peaceful race and they need to stay that way. Do you understand?"

"Yes momma, we understand," reply the young princes. "We understand." 

"Good," replies Malia with a sigh. "Now, let's go land in that glade over there for a rest." She points to the glade and the three then head that way and land. Once in the glade, the three are approached by the leader of the Drip-Drops, the creatures that live there. Her name: Princess Dew Drop. 

"Excuse me," says the little princess softly and sweetly. "What are you doing in our glade?"

"We just stopped for a rest," replies Princess Malia as she bends down her long neck to talk to Princess Dew Drop. "If you don't mind, that is." 

"Not at all," replies Princess Dew Drop. "Let us bring you something to eat." The minute princess then goes inside a hole in the glade and soon returns with a plate of tiny pastries, which she shares with Princess Malia, Prince Thorax, and Prince Pharynx. As they eat, the two princesses got to talking. 

"So, you rule an entire race of changelings?" says Dew Drop curiously. 

"Yes, I do," replies Malia with a smile. "It's hard work but I enjoy it." 

"And how long have you been ruling the Drip Drops?" Malia asks curiously.

"Ever since my mother passed away last year," replies Dew Drop. "I was the next in line for the throne." 

"Oh, well, sorry for your loss," replies Malia. 

"Thanks," replies Dew Drop with a smile.

The two continue to talk the ins and outs of princesshood for several more hours before parting ways. As Malia and her sons fly off, Dew Drop waves a goodbye to them even though they can't really see it as they are now way up in the sky by now. Malia and his sons are glad they met the nice little Drip Drops. It's yet another kingdom they're sure to have good relationships with in the future. They can all agree to that.