Ever After
Prologue
One night, in a small Italian village where the winter frost coated the ground in a glimmering veil, a women lay in a barn with her two children. Having ran away form an abusive uncle, she had taking every penny that belonged to her and her children, evry item of clothing they could carry and every amount of food they could take after that. The women knew that it would seem unusal for a women of her stature, look and class to remain unmarried, but she couldn't risk bringing her soul partner's last treasure into that world.
The women knew that, if she were to pass on to the next life, that her two oldest children would protect the little treasure, raise it , dress it, love it. The reason as to why this child would be such a treasure would be because it was the second child this women would deliver during the mysterious night belonging to the blue moon. The mystical being that would gift such a child with the needed power to make the world hole again, as well as such a child with the beauty and elagance of a feather dancing on the wind.
She currently had two jewels, as her people called them, a boy and a girl. She loved them with all the love that she could give them. The women could not love another like she did her soul partner, the one man made for. Yet she knew that society thought with a very different mind, nit favouring anyone, nor hating anyone. A perfect neutral, a perfect balance.
Her son, and eldest child, was a perfect young man. Gifted by her superiors with eternal life, so that he could protect his more delicate sister, he was otherwise quite ordinary. He would age till he was twenty five, the prime of a man in any centuary to come. He was as strong as a boy the age of seven should be, he had his mother's blonde hair, his father's green eyes. He was a son of Water and Earth, the protector of women and the lover of life.
His name was Bastien. (AN: pronounced Bas-tee-en)
Her daughter, soon to be the middle child, was everyone's vision of beuty. Or atleast, she was at that time. Born with the ability to not age past twenty one, she had blonde hair the texture of the finest silk threads and eyes as clear a blue as the of a blue topaz stone. Her skin was as a soft and as unblemished as porcelin. She was quiet and perfectly mannered as a princess, although her present class was not that high up. She was a daughter of Water and Air, the symbol of purity and she was gifted by a Greek Goddess.
Her name was Aphrodita. (AN: Pronounced Aphro-dee-ta)
Their mother was the most beautiful women in the village. Her golden hair swept so softly iaway from her face, hr pale blue eyes glisstning as if they were some form of tinted precious stone-polished to perfection. Her skin was the creamy yet flecked with gold. Many men described this women as the perfect angel. Yet, she had no time to compete for the feelings of men, she was a mother after all. She also knew that she would marry again, she may even feel some form of love, but she would never feel the same way she did about her Romeo, her entaranced warroior, the man who should be here to protect her family. She was a daughter of Water and a women high in position of her Mistress's court. She was the personifcation of beauty and love, trust and desire.
Little did she know that this new and precious treasur,e that she had carried for the past nine months, would be one of the most loved, feared and cherised member her people.
Her name was Serapheena (AN:pronounced Sera-feen-na, and she was the much loved mother of Athenodora Volturi.