Hey peeps I just finished a marathon of resurrection princess, and this story popped into my head. It's something sweet and simple I hope you like it. I own nothing all ideas I may have can be contributed to exposer to the ideas of others, much like rabies.
"Lillianne, my daughter I hope you like the name I gave you, her story was my favorite when I was young. It was the name of the first Von Phoenix to rule the monsters, she was also the first of our kind to take a blood warrior." The king said as the baby in his arms began to cry. "If you are quiet little one I shall tell you the story of our ancestor Lillianne and the last dragon prince who became her blood warrior." The king said as he cradled his second born daughter with a loving smile on his face.
"Well, let me see where shall I start this story. I guess I will start with telling you back when the first Lillianne was born the kingdom was ruled by dragons not phoenixes. That said we were still very highly placed in the dragon's courts as nobility. The dragons also understood why phoenix children would go to war with each other. Back then the prize wasn't a crown, but to become the head of our family. She wasn't the oldest of her siblings, but she wasn't the youngest either she was however the most loving and wanted nothing to do will the prize. It was said that she had caught the eye of the young prince and in turn had her heart stolen by him. They would leave messages for each other in the oddest of ways and in the oddest of places in the kingdom. It was that habit that got the prince killed by her oldest brother, who thought it was Lillianne his assassin was taking out. Seeing what happened, but unable to make it to her love in time to stop his death she was blinded by rage and killed her brother and his assassin violently.
She ran to his body when she finished her brother and did all she could to try to jolt his healing powers into effect. It was for nothing however because the assassin managed to pierce the prince's heart of hearts. I will have your tutors teach you about those when you are old enough to understand all of this. Back to the story then. Once she realized that he was gone her heart broke and she cried tears of blood as she leaned over him. Unknowingly dripping her blood into his mouth. When the prince awoke he was even more in love with her and his hair and eyes changed. The once warm brown eyes were now the gold of a fully matured dragon and his black hair had become white. Surprised by his resurrection she talked him into going to her father to better understand how this could have happened.
It was then she was taught about the gifts of her blood and what she would have to do to keep her prince alive. Undeterred by the news she gave the prince her blood gladly and he in return protected her and made her survival his life's purpose. Working together they took out her siblings and the dragon prince made her his queen. Unable to witness another sibling war she gave him only one child a son that was born a phoenix. Their son was unlike any phoenix before he was born of fire and flame as dragons are, but like his mother he was very fragile and weak until he matured. It was then that they realized that he had all the power of a dragon and the power of a phoenix as well. We still to this day have the gifts of the first phoenix king and it was love that made us the strongest and longest lived holders of the crown." The king finished looking down seeing his daughter asleep in his arms. Smiling he put her in her crib and sat at the desk he had set up in the nursery. 'I do hope my Lillianne finds her dragon prince. It is so hard being an impartial father when I get so little time with my children. Ten years and then I must turn them out of the nest. It's no wonder many of my children have shown themselves to be unworthy of my crown.' He thought thinking of the three who had already tried to get at his two youngest children before his time for loving them was up.
Three and a half years later in the human realm.
"What should we name him love," asked a lovely but tired looking woman with rich brown hair and deep blue eyes.
"Hiro, we will name him Hiro. He will be a kind and generous man and be happy with loving the people in his life." Replied a man who fit the description of tall dark and handsome, with black hair and eyes the color of chocolate.
"We are going to have to erase the doctor's memories of us again," the lady said sadly.
"I know Haru, but it must be done our little Hiro was born a dragon like me. I am so sorry, but as long as we keep him away from the realm of monsters and the royal family he will just as human as I am. He will be mortal and his heart of hearts will never develop," he said his brow furrowed.
"Drake, we can't keep him from being what he is, it wouldn't be right. I feel the same about Sawawa, she should be able to decide if she wants to learn the magic of my family." Haru said soft, but firmly to her husband.
"I agree, but he will be able to make the choice when he reaches adulthood, all he would have to do is cross the border and stay long enough for his second heart to develop. As for Sawawa go ahead and teach her the things that won't just come with time and she can make the decision on if she wants to use it or not." Drake said smiling at his wife and receiving a brilliant smile in return.
"Now help me get dressed and I will see to taking care of the good doctor," Haru said no longer smiling as she prepared to use the magic necessary to modify memories.
So there you have it a little prolog into an idea for a story. There may be a bit of OC ness so tell me if I should bother with it.