Moon Flowers
An Epic Tale of Angst, Adventure, and Romance
By Jade130
Chapter one: Prologue
Once there was a little girl. A girl who had a river of shining black hair, and eyes the colour of the finest silver. She had a loving mother, Ara, of whom she resembled, a loyal brother, Val, who always defended her, and a proud father, whose name was King Marcus Leo II of the Black City, the capital of a continent in the innermost shadows of Arcadia and undiscovered by any other human being, but if you think her life was perfect, you would be dreadfully wrong. When the girl became of nine years old, she started showing symptoms of a strange power. The same kind of power that her mother, the Queen Ara, possessed but many times greater. She could move things with her mind and her visions were quite frequent. This power may seem useful to you, but to the little girl, it was as good as a curse, for in addition to her psychic powers, she could not touch a living soul save her family because of their blood relation to her, or she would absorb their memories. This was terribly hard on the young girl's mind, if you can imagine a nine year old soaking up the memories of an adult, it would put extreme pressure on her psyche, causing her to black out for many painful days, sometimes weeks. However, after she had touched someone, she would be able to do so again without hurting herself. She would also have recurrent migraines that seemed to come from no-where. Queen Ara tried desperately to keep her daughter's power an unreserved secret, so she could grow up normally, like all the other children, but the little girl was a princess, and rumors soon spread like wildfire. Soon, everyone feared her thinking she could summon an earthquake to swallow them whole. For the rest of her youth, she was a lonely child, for everyone had abandoned her, with the exception of her mother. Her mother taught her how to control her powers, as well as other things, and the girl was fairly content . . . that is until that fateful day . . . On the little girl's twelfth birthday, men from above the dark clouds unexpectedly arrived. The little girl and her mother sensed the evil intentions in their cold gaze, and tried frantically to persuade the King Marcus that they were up to something wicked, but he was a pompous, mulish, little man, and would reason with no one but himself and the visitors who had brought him gold and precious gems.
Before long, the leader of the men, whose eyes were as cold as death, and walked with an air of iniquity about him, befriended the foolish king and his son, Prince Val, promising them their utmost loyalty and in return, her father gave him everything he asked for, including the lions share of his kingdom, and the prince listened and obeyed him until he was gone without a chance of redemption. A year passed, and then on the girl's 13th birthday, the evil man and his underlings betrayed the royal family. He sent the king to a remote and isolated island, where he became insane from his despair. The naïve prince was, of course, still eternally loyal to the cold-eyed man and became his second hand. The only being that resisted, was Queen Ara, who knew what was happening was wrong. The queen defied the cruel man, and was killed by his second hand, her own son, right in front of the girl's eyes. Blinded by rage, the mere thirteen year old summoned all the energy she could muster to smite the evil men in a rampant inferno of black fire, and killed them all. Except her brother, whose blood relation to her deflected the attack, allowing him to escape unscathed, and the evil man, who was left terribly weak. Humiliated, he fled, leaving his second hand to continue his reign of terror until he returned, and the girl, who had passed out of fatigue from the assault, to be isolated with her father, who did not even remember his name, much less his own daughter. That is until she grew into a woman, built her own ship, and fled the island to seek allies to overthrow the tyrant that was her brother. I know this story, because I new that little girl. That little girl was me. My name is Princess Arainyana Lyoria, Princess of the Forgotten Realm, and I will avenge my mother.
An Epic Tale of Angst, Adventure, and Romance
By Jade130
Chapter one: Prologue
Once there was a little girl. A girl who had a river of shining black hair, and eyes the colour of the finest silver. She had a loving mother, Ara, of whom she resembled, a loyal brother, Val, who always defended her, and a proud father, whose name was King Marcus Leo II of the Black City, the capital of a continent in the innermost shadows of Arcadia and undiscovered by any other human being, but if you think her life was perfect, you would be dreadfully wrong. When the girl became of nine years old, she started showing symptoms of a strange power. The same kind of power that her mother, the Queen Ara, possessed but many times greater. She could move things with her mind and her visions were quite frequent. This power may seem useful to you, but to the little girl, it was as good as a curse, for in addition to her psychic powers, she could not touch a living soul save her family because of their blood relation to her, or she would absorb their memories. This was terribly hard on the young girl's mind, if you can imagine a nine year old soaking up the memories of an adult, it would put extreme pressure on her psyche, causing her to black out for many painful days, sometimes weeks. However, after she had touched someone, she would be able to do so again without hurting herself. She would also have recurrent migraines that seemed to come from no-where. Queen Ara tried desperately to keep her daughter's power an unreserved secret, so she could grow up normally, like all the other children, but the little girl was a princess, and rumors soon spread like wildfire. Soon, everyone feared her thinking she could summon an earthquake to swallow them whole. For the rest of her youth, she was a lonely child, for everyone had abandoned her, with the exception of her mother. Her mother taught her how to control her powers, as well as other things, and the girl was fairly content . . . that is until that fateful day . . . On the little girl's twelfth birthday, men from above the dark clouds unexpectedly arrived. The little girl and her mother sensed the evil intentions in their cold gaze, and tried frantically to persuade the King Marcus that they were up to something wicked, but he was a pompous, mulish, little man, and would reason with no one but himself and the visitors who had brought him gold and precious gems.
Before long, the leader of the men, whose eyes were as cold as death, and walked with an air of iniquity about him, befriended the foolish king and his son, Prince Val, promising them their utmost loyalty and in return, her father gave him everything he asked for, including the lions share of his kingdom, and the prince listened and obeyed him until he was gone without a chance of redemption. A year passed, and then on the girl's 13th birthday, the evil man and his underlings betrayed the royal family. He sent the king to a remote and isolated island, where he became insane from his despair. The naïve prince was, of course, still eternally loyal to the cold-eyed man and became his second hand. The only being that resisted, was Queen Ara, who knew what was happening was wrong. The queen defied the cruel man, and was killed by his second hand, her own son, right in front of the girl's eyes. Blinded by rage, the mere thirteen year old summoned all the energy she could muster to smite the evil men in a rampant inferno of black fire, and killed them all. Except her brother, whose blood relation to her deflected the attack, allowing him to escape unscathed, and the evil man, who was left terribly weak. Humiliated, he fled, leaving his second hand to continue his reign of terror until he returned, and the girl, who had passed out of fatigue from the assault, to be isolated with her father, who did not even remember his name, much less his own daughter. That is until she grew into a woman, built her own ship, and fled the island to seek allies to overthrow the tyrant that was her brother. I know this story, because I new that little girl. That little girl was me. My name is Princess Arainyana Lyoria, Princess of the Forgotten Realm, and I will avenge my mother.
