Chapter 2 Myths and legends - Chapter 2

Present day

" Mummy will you read me a bed time story ? " A little girl with hair as sharp as gold coiled beside her mother who strokes her little head

" Of course which story would you like to hear my sunshine ?" The girl giggled Knowingly to her mother " of course your favorite! A tale Of light and darkness "

The story The mother is about to begin is a watered down Version of the Tale Of the two realms , a version adapted to be suitable for the ears of children , but We shall not listen to the story from the woman's mouth on the contrary I will tell you this story . A story about love and betrayal , about family bond and weaknesses, a story about a father who failed his daughter , a father who created a monster and a boy whose destiny is entwined in hers . This is the story of the entwined destinies, The story , The myth told among humans , the story told to children to make them cling to their mothers and fall asleep , but that isn't what I'll tell you .. no on the contrary mine is so much more interesting and real.

The past (luminara)

" Our boy Aelion , our-" The queen slumps back into the bed

"ELYRA!!! ELYRA !!" Aelion shakes her urgently , desperately" get the midwives!" He yells at the top guards at the top of his lungs , the midwives rush in to check on their queen

" please excuse us your majesty " the midwives get to work and Aelion is left outside with his son

" Your mama will be fine , she's a strong woman Lucien , my light " the words of affirmation fall on deaf ears , but deep down he knew he was trying to convince himself rather than the little babe in his arms .

The piercing scream of the queen tore through the Royal chambers , and then nothing could be louder than the silence that followed.

" I- I forgive us your highness, w-w d-did all we could , she's gone" The head of the midwives whispered with eyes soaked in tears. Sad

A king must not be seen crying , but even for kings pain can be overbearing. A tear ran down the kings face forcing all the midwives to either fall down to their faces or run out in panic .

The mourning bells which have not been rung for centuries, echoes round luminara ... A queen is gone , but while one unwillingly loses their queen , the other willingly let's her go