Sayantani DasGupta - The Chaos Curse

I n most folk- and fairy tales, saving someone elses life is a super-big deal. Afterward, theres usually a royal wedding, a vault filled with gold, or some sort of kingdom-wide bouncy-castle party for the rescuer. So after I saved Prince Neelkamal from my evil biological fathers underwater demon detention center, its only natural I expected some sort of extra-special thanks, right?

Its not like I actually thought somebody would present me with my body weight in precious jewels or the keys to the Kingdom Beyond Seven Oceans and Thirteen Rivers or something. (And I didnt want a wedding. Im only twelve, after all! I mean, gross!) But this wasnt the first time Id saved my friend Neels life, and this go-around, Id traveled across the dimensions in a magic auto rikshaw, risked life and limb, solved impossible riddles, and fought monsters like a serious shero kick-butt daredevil. And what did I get for all my trouble? Bubkes. Seriously. Like, nada, zilch, zippo, nothing.

Im not saying this to be greedy, but to explain why, when I saw the fancy royal party gathered on the shore of the Honey-Gold Ocean of Souls, I thought they were there for me. Particularly since Neel was Mr. Too-Cool-for-School-Princie-Pants and a bit slow with the thank-yous. I guess I figured hed magically called ahead and set it all up for me. Which is a little embarrassing now that I actually think about it. Before we escaped my bio father Seshas crumbling hotel-slash-casino-slash-underwater-detention-center, we were kind of busy. I mean, we were breaking Neel out of jail, fighting evil snakes, and stopping Sesha from killing me with two magical jewels turned neutron stars because he wanted to fulfill some prophecy, cheat death, and live forever. Its not like there was a ton of time for party planning. But I didnt think of all that until later.

Oh my gosh! You shouldnt have! I said in what I hoped was a surprised and yet humble voice as Neel, Naya, and I stumbled to our feet on the sandy beach. (The three of us having nonhuman parents was the only thing that made this swimming-up-from-the-bottom-of-the-ocean stuff remotely possible.)

Oh dear! squeaked Naya as she took in the scene. Were not properly dressed for a formal state engagement!

That was a serious understatement. Neel, Naya, and I were all soaked to the skin. But they, being respectively a half rakkhosh and full-blooded rakkhoshi demon, hardly looked tired. On the other hand, despite being part serpent princess and part moon child, I was not only bent over and gasping for air, but had my hair all plastered to my face, seaweed hanging off my clothes, and what felt like a live school of fish in my left sock.

I pushed my hair from my face in what I hoped was an elegant gesture, and took in all the people whod obviously been waiting for us. There were a bunch of girls in pink sarisall a part of the resistance group known as the Pink-Sari Skateboarders, or PSS, which was headed up by my adopted cousin-sister, Mati. Half of the PSS girls were human, and the other half-rakkhoshi demonsan idea I was only just getting used to. But there were others tootwo or three old bearded men who looked like the Rajas ministers, and a load of people who were a combination of nobles from the palace and royal servants. Everyone was dressed up and facing the water. Above their heads was a small gathering of bright blue butterflies, who seemed like they had been waiting for us too.

On one side of us, a singer with one hand on his ear and the other waving around in the air started warbling an up-and-down-the-scales classical tune while some musicians accompanied himblowing on a shehnai, drumming on a tabla, and playing a stringed tanpura. Problem was, everybody seemed to be playing a slightly different song. To the side of the seated musicians were people carrying flower garlands and others with small lamps and incense holders.

Aije, Princess Kiranmala! yelled someone. It was one of the maids who had been assigned to take care of me when I was competing on the game show called Who Wants to Be a Demon Slayer? as the Kingdom Beyonds champion. Id been so popular, with my face on billboards and posters and everything, that people had even taken to dressing like me. In fact, the maid waving wore an exact replica of my silver sparkly combat boots. I grinned drippily back at her, trying to give her a casual wave, like celebrities do when meeting fans.

Thumbs-up on freeing Prince Neel! Shabash! called another girl with a big green streak in her braid. She obviously hadnt gotten the memo that my hair had gone back to its normal black. I wondered if I should ask the Kingdom Beyonds teen fashion magazine, Teen Taal , to do an article on my hairstyle change.

Too bad the game show turned out to be a big scam, and that the Serpent King wanted to kill you with the Chintamoni and Poroshmoni Stones so he could cheat death and live forever! added a third girl, who was carrying, I noticed, a replica of my own bow and arrow. We saw it all on the live broadcast! What a bummer!

Totally! Yeah! I mean, thanks! I managed to call back. I guess you could classify my birth dad turning out to be an immortality-seeking homicidal maniac as a serious bummer. But I didnt let the smile fall from my face. This huge crowd was here to see me, or so I thought, and I didnt want to let them down. I wondered if I should offer to sign autographs or something.

That is, until I realized that no one was actually there to see me after all.

Your Royal Majesty, squeaked someone in a ridiculously high voice.

I turned around graciously, trying to channel every royal princess Id ever seen on television, only to realize that the man with the high voice wasnt talking to me at all. It was one of the bearded minister dudes, a tiny fellow with a purple turban on his head the shape of a state-fair-prizewinning turnip. And he was addressing Neel, holding out a little pillow to the prince. Wait a minute, none of this pomp was for me? I felt my face heat up like the sun.

Then I looked more carefully at the diamond-and-pearl-encrusted pillow in the ministers hand. On it, weirdly enough, was a cheap paper crownthe kind a little kid might get in a fast-food restaurant with a side of fries and a shake.

Neel, who had been a little more jumpy than usual since his imprisonment, kind of scooted back at the ministers offering. Like it was going to hurt him. Whats with the crown, Sir Gobbet? Am I just imagining it or is it made of construction paper?

We did the best we could, Majesty, said the little minister named Gobbet. We were in a rush, and a coronation isnt a coronation without a crown.

Ooo! A coronation! Naya clapped her hands like the goofy ray of sunshine she was.