Saetan's lost daughter.

Prologue

Saetan closed the door and leaned his head against it. It had been fourteen years since Daemon and Lucivar had been taken away form him. Now once again a woman was giving birth to his child. It had been a cold night when the woman had come to him. She had seemed so perfect. He had made love to her, reaching for something to comfort his pain. Now eight and a half months later, she was in bed struggling to bring new life into this world.

Saetan looked down at his jewel that sparked black and beautiful at him and he wished with every fiber of his being that the child would live, and this time he would protect it with his very life, no one would take this child away form him, no one. With this firmly resolved in his mind he walked of toward the study for a large bottle of whisky. One that he sorely needed.

Unknown to him inside the room the women had already given birth to the child, a daughter. Now she must work quickly if she was to start her daughter on her path of destiny, in Hekatah's court. She turned to the healer that stood by her bed with the child in her arms and held out her hands for the baby. She looked down at the child she held in her arms. The women's maid steeped form the shadows and looked to her mistress. The woman looked at her maid and than down at the child. She took off her silver locket that Saetan had given her when he found that she was pregnant, it had a picture of him inside, and placed it around the babies neck. She could feel her grip on life waning and knew that she had to act fast if she was to complete her task. She summoned her maid forward, and placed the child in her arms. She griped some material of the maids skirt before she turned away.

" Now listen to me very carefully. You must flee this realm quickly and take my daughter with you. She must be taken to my Queen. My child shall be the next Queen with Hekatah to guide her." With this said she fell back on the bed and with the last of her air, she turned to the healer, " Tell him that the child died." She let her eyes travel to the fading figure of the maid disappearing with her daughter, " Good bye my only daughter. Be strong and rule with out mercy."

With this she let her life slip willingly in to death.

The healer looked down at the lady and shook her head. Than she turned to leave the room and finish her job that she was being paid such a large amount for, burn out the dead woman's jewel so she would not rise as a demon dead, then finally, confront a father that his last chance at raising a child was gone.

Many hours after taking the child from her mistress, the maid was still looking over her shoulder, waiting for the father to swoop down and kill her. The maid took the baby and started back to the courts. Unfortunately the coach she chouse was a respectable one and was full of important lords of the blood. And because of this the coach was attacked by assassins going for one of the top-notch dogs that were riding in it. The assassins killed every one in the coach in their bloodlust, but they missed the child. As they were going through the coach to get anything valuable in it they found the child in the dead maids arms. The man that found her raised his knife to strike a killing blow; his leader halted his hand. "No stop, the child is of the blood. It can be added to the other children that are training in the guild. "

"But it is a girl, I can smell her physic scent form here. We don't train girls." The man said his arm still upraised. But they decided to take her to their guild master and let him decide if a girl was worth training.

She was.