Alva, Freya
Chatper One:
I was never really told what day I was born, my mother just told me it was a warm summer evening.
My name is Andor, Prince Andor, if we are going by customs.
When I was little, when the town of Dagrun was bustling with life and trader's ran around doing what they do, my father, Apostle, or King Helgrind, would take my mother and I down to the river outside of town.
He would tell me how Mianite created the overworld so we could thrive, Dianite created the nether so we could have fire in the world, and how Ianite created the End so we could have balance between the Overworld and Nether.
I was amazed, and Apostle would tell me that we believed in all the gods equally so nothing would come out of balance for Dagrun.
He cared about our town so much, and so did my grandmother and grandfather, the founder's of the town.
My grandmother was a beautiful woman, with long midnight purple hair, and kind purple eyes. She was always smiling, and it made everyone happy that walked past her.
Maybe it was because she was always with my grandfather.
My Grandfather was a stern man, but also a very kind and clumsy man.
He knew how to keep order, and how to keep my father in line when his emotions got the best of him.
He was a young man, he never seem to age.
He had jet black hair, and wore these green sunglasses, but I never knew why.
And then my mother gave birth to Alva.
She was the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.
When she was little, she was so innocent, so happy, she would see the good in the worst of people.
I was 12, when it happened.
I can only remember bits and pieces.
But my father has told me it is Ianite's fault, and that Ianite was no longer aloud in the town.
Around that time, my grandparents disappeared too.
And Dagrun fell apart.
What happened that night in Andor's POV:
It was a stormy night, and I was sleeping.
I was awoken by lightning and thunder.
And my father yelling.
I jumped out of bed and opened my door a little.
I couldn't understand what he was yelling about, but I could hear my mother's cries.
Alarmed, I stood frozen.
Suddenly, their door burst open and my mother ran out.
She was still in her white nightgown, her brown hair falling out of a braid.
She was crying, and her cheek was bruised.
My mother saw me staring, and she ran over to me.
"Andor, come with me, we are leaving," She said, her voice raw.
"What's going on, Mother? Are you ok?" I asked while she grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall.
"We just have to leave for a little while, like a vacation!" She said with mock happiness.
I was unconvinced, but I could hear my father yelling behind us.
My mother picked up her pace and we ended up going into Alva's room and putting her dresser against the door.
Alva was asleep in her bed, she was seven at the time.
"Alva, Alva honey, wake up, we have to go," My mother whispered, shaking the little girl's shoulder.
Alva opened her purple eyes and looked up at her, "What's going on?" She said, her voice thick with sleep.
"We going away for a while, ok? Without your father," She said, her voice heavy like lead.
Then someone started banging on the door.
There was a flash of lightning.
"How can we get out? The door is blocked!" I said to her.
My mother looked over at the door, then at me, a wild and scared look in her eyes.
She took Alva's hand and went over to the window.
"Mother?" I asked, joining then beside the window.
She was opening the window, looking out into the rain.
My mother turned to Alva, then me.
She kissed my forehead and smoothed back my brown mop of hair, "I love you, Andor."
She turned to Alva and put out her arms.
She picked up Alva and perched on the ledge of the window.
"FREYA!" I heard my father bellow outside the door.
She looked back at me, "When I jump, you must follow me, no matter how scared you are, Andor. Promise me," She said.
I nodded, "I promise."
"Freya, stop, you cannot do this," I heard someone say.
I turned around and saw my grandmother standing in the shadows.
She was wearing an obsidian black dress, and her purple hair was flowing down her shoulders.
"You cannot stop me, I don't want to live like this anymore! He would hurt my children, this is the only way!" She said, sobbing.
"Mommy, what are we doing?" I heard Alva ask.
"Freya, there are other ways-"
"You know your own son, he will find us no matter where we go." She said hysterically.
Without another word she stood up on the edge of the window and fell.
I ran over to the window and looked for my mother.
But my grandmother grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to her.
"Andor, stop. I cannot let another one of my grandchildren die," She said, gripping my shoulders.
"But I promised Mother," I said, looking over at the window.
Was Alva…..dead?
No, Mother said we were just leaving.
"I'm sorry Andor, but you can't do this," She said, "I am so sorry." She put her hand over my eyes and I felt like I was being hit with a sledgehammer in the head.
Then, nothing.
Why was I in Alva's bedroom?
I looked around and saw my grandmother standing by Alva's bed, looking at the door where her dresser was put.
"Grandmother? Why are we in Alva's bedroom?" I questioned.
She didn't look over at me, she just said, "Sleep."
And I did.
Ianite's POV:
I erased Andor's memories of tonight, no child needs the burden of his mother and sister dying.
"Sleep," I said quietly.
I heard a thump and Andor was asleep.
Finally, the guards got through the door and pushed the dresser down.
They flooded into Alva's bedroom, their spears pointed at me.
My son, Apostle was behind them.
He was getting older, grey hair peeked through his dark brown beard and hair.
His cheeks were wet with sweat and red.
"Mother, where is she?" He asked, his voice slurred.
I shook my head and said nothing.
One guard went over to Andor, "Prince Andor is alive, sir."
King Helgrind went over to the window.
The rain was down to a drizzle.
He looked out the window.
When he came back in, he turned to me, "You killed her, you-you monster!" He yelled, pointing his finger at me.
"Apostle, I did no such thing. I tried to stop her." I said calmly.
"I knew you disliked her, Mother, but how could you kill the love of my life?! And my daughter?!" He said, smoothing his hair back.
"Apostle-"
"You are no longer welcomed here, Ianite. Seize her!" He screamed.
I levitated off the ground and teleported to the End.