Don't own nor profit from characters. Just a thing that got stuck min my head.
He was born on the Summer Solstice. A golden child born to a Golden Realm.
His mother smiled at her son, with his light blond hair so like his father's once was, and eyes a summer sky blue.
His father proudly presented his firstborn to the people and all were glad to see a strong heir to the land.
He grew strong. A happy child, tho when he did not get his way, he could show his
thunderous temper.
His father looked out to the gathering army. Again he had to go to war.
He turned to look at his son and heir, just learning to stand on his own.
How he prayed he would return to see the child grow to a man, but with war, one could never
be sure of anything.
The King hugged his wife as though he would never do so again.
He lifted his boy high and smiled as the child grinned and squealed in joy.
He would not see that face again for two years.
He was born on the Winter Solstice. A dark child born to a frozen realm.
The King had been fighting the war for years, first as the aggressor,
then as the defender.
He knew his mate was giving birth and was able to flee the battle for a few hours.
He entered the Temple where is was custom for the heir to be born.
He watched as his firstborn came into the cold world.
Something was wrong though. This child was quiet, too quiet for a Frost Giant.
His mother was horrified to see such a small creature.
She had prayed for a strong heir to give her mate.
He came close to the Queen, and saw her terrified face.
She had failed. This child was small, much too small to be a King. her mate looked at the boy, then her.
He glared at his firstborn as he hid the boy behind the temple hoping none would ever see the
slight runt before it died.
Without a moment to bid his mate any comfort, he returned to the battle.
Perhaps that is why the war was lost. Perhaps that was why the Golden King was standing over him
with the Staff of Power at his throat.
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