16 years previously…
The blizzard swarmed round the mountains of Eraklyon. It had been the worst winter they had had for centuries. The little village of Mistyface was tucked in amongst the peaks, its residents sheltering round the fires in their houses from the storm. And in one croft is where the story begins. Three figures stood around the fire clasping their winter cloaks around them. The first figure spoke, an older man with muscles of stone and a short bristly brown beard.
"What you are doing is wrong Alasdair. You will not succeed. The rebellion is not strong. Failure is eminent if you act now"
"I understand Robert but we have to put our plan into action now. We have waited too long! The mountain and rural communities are vanishing from famine and the royal court is failing to do anything to save our families and children. We will die if we stand back for another second. The royal family must be brought down. They must die"
A woman clutched Alasdair's arm in love and support. "It is you who are in the wrong Robert. How can you sit back and watch another child die from hunger and exhaustion? We have to do something that will make them see. Make them see our suffering" Tears rolled down her face as she looked at her baby crying in the corner, wrapped up in a bundle of wool for warmth. She did not pick her child up or try to comfort it but looked back at Robert as hard as stone.
"You can not stop death with more death. By murdering the royals you will doom us as to abandonment from the kingdom. Agather, the Rebellion you lead has passion but not numbers. I'm afraid that you will not return. You will be caught and will face your own death. It is immoral. I will have no further association with the rebellion" Robert banged his fists in anger on the table. "How about your child Alasdair! Are you going to leave her alone like this! You know that there is a chance you will be killed, what will happen to her future?"
Alasdair slowly inhaled listening to his crying girl. He was heartbroken to leave her but stood firmly with his position.
"Nothing you can say will stop us from going Robert, but if we do fail we ask you with all our heart that remains that you look after Mhairi. We do this for her. We want her to have a future."
Robert nodded. He couldn't stop his eyes watering at the sight of the wailing helpless child.
"Then this is where we part ways. You have been a loyal and faithful friend Robert, remember me with the pride of the mountains' Alastair reached out his hand and Robert shook it with a strong grip.
"Alastair, Agather I beg you to reconsider your decision" Robert said with desperation in his voice. But his friends were opening the door letting a gust of wind that blue out the fire. Agather turned around to Robert her face now soft in the gloom of the darkness.
"Robert, raise her like she was your own with all the love you have. Let her know what we did was for our own love for her but no one must know that her parents were the murderers of the royals as they will be prejudiced and treat her as a child of a traitor not who she really is. Take care my darling"
And with a swish of a cloak she vanished into the night.
Down the mountain they flew through the night, the snow biting their faces, followed by the small group that was the rebellion. They landed outside the royal palace and with swords shaking in their hands they swiftly used the shadows to sneak through the door and past the guards, turning themselves into a silver mist to quickly but delicately twist through the corridors and through the keyholes in doors.
Agather and Alasdair materialised and lowered their feet onto a soft red carpet that looked black in the darkness of the room. The storm could no longer be heard from outside and moonlight shone through the windows. The two looked at each other in fear and then cunningly to a cot where the infant prince sky slept. Dagger trembling in hand Agather crept soundlessly to where the child slept. The king and queen breathed deep in sleep unaware of the horror that had entered their bedroom. Agather raised her dagger above her head over the sleeping child and just as she was about to lunge a piercing scream filled the palace. Agather looked round in shock and dropped her weapon as the queen jerked upright in bed starring right at her. Lights were switched on blinding the criminals as guards charged into the room seizing them and surrounding the king, queen and prince in protection.
The traitors to the kingdom were dragged kicking and screaming out of the room to the dungeons. This was last to be heard of them as they were frozen in the omega dimension a week later for attempted murder of the prince sky and the king and queen of Eraklyon.