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Disclaimer: I own the plot, somewhat, no I don't own the characters that you know I don't own. You all make me cry.
Summary: People say history repeats itself, others say that the apple never falls far from the tree. Kel and Roald find out the hard way. KR, R&R!!
In a northern fief, in a castle, in a room, in a bed, lay a husband and wife. Both slept contently in each other's arms as their dreams wandered from their children to their jobs as ambassadors for their country, Tortall.
It didn't matter what they were dreaming of, but their dreams were cut short by a white mist fogging their minds.
As the mist cleared, their stood a woman. She was extremely tall with raven black hair, pale skin, and glowing green eyes.
"Ilane, Piers," she spoke; her voice was like thick honey, sweet, deep and wonderful. The aforementioned couple hit the floor as they bowed low to the Goddess. "Please stand, for I have a plea for you." Ilane and Piers slowly stood on shaky knees.
"I have called you to this realm to ask of you a favor. I have a soul here that must be born. She is special, not only to your world, but to me. She is my daughter, but I cannot give birth to her body. I am asking you to please give birth to her. She shall be like my chosen one, Alanna; she shall be a hero and do many great things, but only with your help.
She becomes restless each day, and I can sense that soon her powers shall grow if she is not in your realm."
Ilane looked at her husband; her light brown eyes searching his hazel ones for something. She found what she was looking for and turned back to the great deity before them. She lifted her head high and her hair, which had gone white in her twenties, tumbled down her back.
"We would be honored…" She said, her voice was filled to the brim with determination.
The Goddess looked at her, "But I sense you wish to ask something."
"Why us? Why not a couple with more power, why not a couple with the Gift?" Piers said for the first time.
"I have chosen you two because of who you are. Both of you are kind people who are willing to face any challenge if it benefits people you care for, even though you may not know them. That in itself is more powerful than any gift."
Piers nodded and Ilane looked at him.
"Our last daughter, Oranie, we were hoping would be our last. But we are happy to have another."
The Goddess smiled at Ilane, "I've always like you, I like how you are willing to change your future for your land for the better in a moment, not caring of what may happen to you. My brothers and sisters alike have had great favor in the both of you," she directed the last part at the both of them.
"In nine months time, you shall have a daughter. I know that even though you know that she is my daughter, I know that you would care for her as your own."
"She is your daughter in soul and spirit, but she will be ours in soul, spirit, and body." Ilane said, albeit a bit nervously. It wouldn't do to have a great body of power angry with you.
But the Goddess smiled, "That's what I was hoping you'd say. I thank you, all of the gods thank you."
The couple knew not how to respond to such a being, so they bowed low to her in a sign of loyalty.
"Now, you must go, for dawn is approaching upon your lands. But before you do," she stopped as an orb of green and gold appeared in her hands. The Goddess walked up to them, her crimson dress trailing behind her. "This is our daughter, care for her, love her, and support her." She showed them the soul of their daughter before it entered Ilane's body.
"She does have the gift, but it will not show until she is fourteen. It will grow each day inside of her."
And with that, the couple shot up in bed. They turned wide eyes to each other, then they drifted down to Ilane's stomach, where her hand lay.
They looked back at each other before she shot out of bed, into the privy, and threw up.