Chapter 1: Prologue

 The stars twinkled upon the castle walls. Night birds graced their beautiful wings upon the night sky. The sight of the moon gently called forth a time of prosperity, rest, recovery, and the tenderness of peaceful dreams over every creature of light. The midnight blue stretched over the land as far as the eye could see. Tranquility and serenity hush over the terrain soothing and healing the people and animals of the kingdom. The moon and all her compassionate glory gleamed through the parting clouds. The stars danced with their elegance amidst the soft breeze singing its song of mellow charm. The surreality of Mother Nature being displayed in secrecy as slumber is still a stone upon the creatures of the light. The flicker of the candlestick dancing as one with the stars through the open framing of the secret window. Disbelief in how anyone creature could want to be a child of light when the night blesses her grace when it matters most. Favoring the warmth of the summer day over the winter's nights; not a single human wanting, no, yearning for the peace of the snow-filled nights bringing the year to an end promising life and beauty of the spring only seldom in its months to come. 

 

 Cries can be heard stuffing the room, muddling the voices of doctors and nurses. Twins, one with the fluff of hair the color of fire and burning embers. Red and curled, with eyes green like shimmering emeralds with skin the color of freshly harvested honey. The perfect blend of her mother and father. The king and queen of our mystical kingdom are sure to fall in the hands of this child and all of HER glory. With the honey-soaked colored skin of her mother and the fierce flaming hair of her father and his emerald green stone eyes. The crowned Princess has finally been brought into the world. With loving eyes, the queen takes her daughter in her arms and tells the room the name of her perfect baby girl. Keegan, her name meaning descendant of the fiery one. She is born with the world in her feet making the perfect family of three. Perfectly reflecting the pattern from generations before. One King, one Queen, and one, and only one, heir to the throne. However, that just wasn’t the case on this fair day. Panicked consumed the Queen when she bolted awake in the middle of the night with cries and screams of pain. The King burst through the grand door of their chambers to find a lowly floor maid walking by the chambers to come to the aid of the queen.

 

  The king shouts to the lowly floor maid to go and retrieve the royal physician. When the maid returns to the aid of the king and queen with the royal physician he immediately urges the queen's side. The lowly floor maid tries to excuse herself when the doctor announces that the queen is giving birth. The maid whips back in shock and the king and queen's faces quickly contort in the horror at the news, as the royal family has never had twins. It was never heard of and considered a bad omen. The royal physician then states to the king that he will need a second set of hands to deliver the baby to ensure the queen's safety. All eyes turn towards the maid as her entire body fills with horror and shock freezing her in place. The king burst out yelling in rage at the lowly floor maid to then help the physician to help deliver the baby to keep the queen safe. The moon shines her light brightly through the open curtains. The physician and maid aid the queen the best they can. Keeping this second birth a secret from the world as the queen cries in pain giving birth for a second time that day hours after the first. Soon a second child is born in the night, a night with the most significant and brightest moon to shine in centuries. A full blue moon. There’s a stillness left in the room as the maid holds a newborn baby in her arms. A baby whose ivory skin almost shimmers in the moonlight, with hair whiter than the snow. A baby whose soft sighs and squeaks can be heard like a pen dropped in an empty room. As this new life slowly opens her eyes both royal purple fades to a lilac toward her pupils.

  With tear-filled eyes, the queen slowly twists her head towards her husband. “What-ever are we to do with this cursed child of misfortune? She's straight from the devil herself!” The Queen exclaims her once soft voice contorted with fear and despair. Not even so much as wanting to touch the child she had just bared. The king turns his head, eyes dull staring blankly, toward the small infant undersized but healthy being held with all safety in the maid's arms.” That demon child is non of ours, and shall never be seen as such. In fact, shall never be seen at all.” he said with venom trickling in his voice. His eyes lift to the maid and he stares for a few moments before startling the room with a deep and death-filled tone, one of which had never been heard from the king's once soft and gentle voice, “ You maid. You shall raise this child as your own in the palace and you are not to tell a single soul the truth of this child's true blood.” Shock filled the room at the king's statement. With a glance exchanged with the royal physician and the queen then turned their attention back to the king they nod. “Alright then.’ stated the physician. “ So it is settled then.” the king stated blankly. “This child shall be raised by the maid as her one and no one in this room will tell a single soul the truth. However, if word gets out.” the king’s voice twists into a tone of darkness. “I will personally see to it that both of you will be slaughtered. Personally.” He threatened. Frightened by the King’s sudden change in personality that had never before come to light the lowly maid stood in her place too stunned to move. “You want me to raise the young princess..?” she managed to force out stuttering. However, the queen had a different idea. “No.” the queen stated. All eyes bolted in the queen’s direction. “I propose that she be raised alongside my true daughter the heir to the throne and the maid's child. Even if it is a freak of nature and a curse from the devil; unfortunately the disgusting child still shares royal blood and no royal will be raised a peasant.” she bickered with her eyes closed refusing to look at the ‘cursed’ child. She turns over and picks up her firstborn. “This. this is my real child now, you may name the child whatever you’d like my dear. You will not tell a soul the truth and you will bring up both children as my daughter's maid and that child’s mother. But always remember my child will always come before that Junco.” the Queen stated. With a sturdy yet soft voice. “Yes, Your Majesty.” the maid spoke softly looking down at the white-haired child. “If I may.” She added. “I will name her Avalyn.” smiled the maid at the small child grabbing her fingers as she cradled it bouncing ever so slightly. “Whatever you wish.” the king spoke smoothly and softly.

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