My sister is a mean-girl sensation.
Her crown doesn't just shine—it blinds people.
She's always the headline, the conversation, the hot topic.
And me?
Just a boring plastic Barbie, dreaming of my own fairytale.
I always wanted her lifestyle—mine tastes like therapy bills.
Her life feels like a fanbase.
Mine feels like public service.
"Honey, breakfast's ready."
"Coming… I'm still doing my makeup."
She stares at herself in the mirror like it's a confession booth.
I look perfect.
Not good—perfect.
I just need one more thing… the salmon lipstick.
But it's gone.
She tears through drawers like rainfall, bottles clinking like a hurricane—like everything important always takes forever.
Then it hits her.
Erika.
Of course.
The door swings open without warning.
"Wake up, wannabe princess. And clean your damn room. I'm not funding another delusional makeup wishlist, you drama queen."
On the bed, half-asleep, Erika mutters,
"This nasty psycho… barging in like she owns everything… doesn't even know I sold her precious lipstick."
Silence.
Zoe freezes.
Not loud. Not explosive. Just still in that dangerous, quiet way.
Her eyes narrow slightly—antsy, twitching with irritation.
"Excuse me? You talk shit in your sleep now, you psychopath?"
Erika's eyes snap open.
Too fast.
Too aware.
A slow, unsettling smile creeps in.
"Welcome to my show," she says lazily. "The Queen Bee's been awake the whole time."
Zoe lets out a dry laugh—sharp, almost unhinged.
"Oh… so you're performing now? You've been awake this whole time? That's actually funny. Real funny."
A pause.
Heavy. Suffocating.
"I can't believe it," Zoe continues, voice turning cold.
"Jealousy really runs in your blood."
She tilts her head, studying her like something broken.
"You can try all you want… but you'll never look like me."
Another beat.
"I'm not just pretty," she whispers.
"I'm a goddess."
Erika responded
"And I'm the smartest girl alive… not just a reflection of your beauty."
"Girls, the food is getting cold! Hurry up!"
"Out of nowhere, a sports car sped past their house at supersonic speed."
A lightning strike split the clouds in half over the Duskgloom Sea, illuminating the family of mysterious pirates.
Yet , one girl " is the chosen one "
The treasure of the cabin, the pioneering empress of the Golden Archipelago,
Princess Erika Adventrix, Pretiosa Rebel and Successor of the Golden Empress
" A Precious Wanderer "
Erika for short.
"The pirate princess, the youngest daughter of Captain Marxist."
Her wardrobe carried the elegance of a Disney princess.
She wore a glossy, pinkish feminine Lolita silhouette with an edgy bubble-goth touch.
The ruffle-layered skirt revealed an edgy, punk-style masquerade accent — audacious, perfectly fitting for a pirate princess.
Her silhouette was crowned with flowing blonde hair, demure as a Rapunzel hairstyle.
Power —
● Unknown — unveiled ?
" She's Shining in the starlight , blinking in the thousand spotlight "
" She was a goddess, her presence as delicate and enchanting as the scent of freshly plucked pink tulips in a sunlit garden."
A voice of cadaver whispered... Solene
" my daughter will navigate and sailed the golden archipelago "
Suddenly, the sleeping beauty woke up from her sleep.
"Captain! The tidal storms are slashing the black ship back and forth!"
A shadowed sailor shouted, clutching the rigging as waves battered the deck. Thunder rolled overhead. Lightning revealed the chaos of the Duskgloom Sea.
From the shadows appeared, Maga Zoe Sapienta Tenebrosa:
"Witch Zoe, Wise and Dark"
Zoe for short.
Erika's elder sister — Witch of Shadows and Cunning
A wicked duchess with a exaggerated gothic style.
Her long black coat lashed wildly in the storm wind, its sophisticated texture of black silk fabric, high-low hem skirt.
Leather gloves, fishnet stockings, a fascinating headpiece — an Abigail-style witch hat showcasing her artistry in accessories.
A royale rebel in a Silhouette of a whimsical evil witch.
" The shadow withered into a puppeteer willow "
Intelligent and a clever pet of hers. If there's a witch, no doubt there is always a crow in their hand.
Noctiangelus Callidus, Agentis
"Clever Night Angel, Spy"
Nightingale for short.
It emits her persona, a book-smart species who observes everything in the blink of an eye, calculating
spying — manipulated by her mistress toward her princess sister.
"The performer — the star of the show."
Power —
● Crow, Gaze, Genius
— Crow control
—Genuis Level Intellect
Zoe's lips curled into a cruel smile. She stared at her sister with a rebellious grin.
She advanced silently behind Erika.
Her voice was smooth and manipulative, showing her dynamic relationship with her princess sister.
"Do you truly think you can rule, little sister? Power is not given — it is seized. And I… will see you fail."
Whahahhahahhahahahaha! (Evil laugh)
A lightning strike split the sky violently, revealing her dark personality in stark relief.
Erika — "What do you want, big sis? What did I do to you?"
"Oh, your tongue of innocence… don't act like I don't know your little secret," Zoe replied.
Erika — "What do you mean, big sis?"
The crow uttered, "You are the chosen one. You are destined to be the majestic empress."
— Erikaaaaaa
Zoe — "But why? Why? You've got everything in your hands… you're the favorite daughter… and I'm just a me... mere witch."
The moment you step in this cabin .
Erika — shocked. "So it's all true… my dream… the voice I heard earlier. But whyyyy…?"
Zoe — "Erika… pleaseee."
Before Erika could react, Zoe shoved her backward.
The deck tilted dangerously. Waves crashed over the rails. Erika's scream was lost to the wind and thunder as she tumbled overboard — swallowed instantly by the stormy sea.
Erika — drowns
The crow cawed sharply, flapping its wings as if celebrating its mistress's wicked plan.
"Alone in the Duskgloom Sea, Erika was swallowed by the vast, dark ocean."
The day after...
She washed ashore...
Her skirt was torn slashed like the betrayal of her sister.
Erika woke up on an isolated, small island to the east.
Where am I , Zoe ? Father ? Brother ?
"What happened to the young princess?" she cried, her voice carried along a mile of rivers.
" What did I do? Why did I disappear from the cabin? "
She had lost her memory — erased, deleted from history.
She forgot everything that had happened that night…
Thanks to her envious sister.
Erika's fingers closed —
She remembered one thing that is very important to her.
A quiet promise for a power yet to be awakened?
— The family heirloom necklace, given by her precious father during her 7th birthday.
— A mermaid necklace passed down to every princess as a form of tradition from generation to generation in a millennium.
She held it tight, with her warm hands; it pushed gently.
A voice whispered, a resemblance to what her father told her:
" This will guide you when the time is right, Erika. Your destiny awaits."
For a long thirty days, Erika explored the island, fighting for survival. She scavenged for food to eat.
Everything is a luxury, nothing to find.
Her milestone of footsteps in the yellow sand, in the rocky shoreline, tangled forests, and hidden caves.
She rested on a bed of leaves with a campfire, as a roof in her back.
She learned how to hunt, a princess instinct, livelihood.
Cooking raw animals, to set something on her table.
Every night, she stared at the horizon of the endless sky.
Is it a constellation — that will lead her to go back to her home?
Or a miracle, that will help her to remember her mission.
On the thirteenth day, in the seashore,
Suddenly, a shiny mermaid pearl appeared.
Erika grabbed it with desperation; she clutched it, and grabbed it.
She remembered it fit perfectly to her heirloom.
Could it be?
She puts it. Suddenly, it exploded into radiant light, warm and powerful, illuminating the island around her.
A magical ship appeared, its polished wooden decks shimmering under the sunlight. Beside it lay a glowing treasure chest, silk as her hair, glowing like a guardian angel from heaven.
The princess opened it — a magical map, its lines glowing softly as a guide, revealing the diverse islands of the Golden Archipelago. The map pulsed in response to her necklace, showing her first destination: Royal Novelty, noble island said to hold secrets of the archipelago's royal lineage and the roots of social division.
Erika climbed aboard the ship, her hands firm on the helm. The wind caught the sails, as if welcoming her, and the waves seemed to part before the vessel. The necklace pulsed with purpose. The map glowed, guiding her across the sea.
"This is it," she whispered, her voice steady and determined.
"The journey begins… my first navigation, my first step toward becoming the Sea Sovereign of the Golden Archipelago."
Above, a crow cawed in the distance — a reminder that Zoe's eyes were still watching, plotting, scheming.
But Erika was no longer just a girl tossed by fate. She was the captain of a magical ship, heir to generations of power. Her adventure across the thirty islands had officially begun.
Each island of the Golden Archipelago waited like a glowing treasure on Erika's magical map. As a new island pulsed with light, a door appeared on her ship, a portal to its wonders. Step through, explore, and "collect" it—marking it as conquered. With thirty islands to uncover, each door promised a new adventure, and every glowing map led her closer to her destiny as Sea Sovereign of the Golden Archipelago.