Prequel
An Tús - The Beginning
It was not long ago, when the earth was still somewhat young, that the fate of the magical world was changed. It all happened one summer night, when the forest gods called out in hunger to the heavens. The wind blew and the lighting crashed thundering all throughout the land. The creatures of the forest sang in a chorus of jubilation as the rain came pouring down, refreshing their spirits, but in the home of King Balor the one armed King, not even a drop from the great storm was heard in the labyrinth halls. Suddenly a cry, and then another. The Queen, whose name had been forgotten to time, had finally given birth to a son and a daughter. Twins. Never heard of among the elves, but the people rejoiced at this wonderful turn of events seeing it as a blessing for a new era. And so the new born babes were given the names: The Prince Nuada and the Princess Nuala, children of the Emerald Isle.
The King was overwhelmed with joy but his happiness was not to last. The Queens struggles were too much leaving her body weak from childbirth. No longer able to hold her spirit Aidin, the father tree called her to the great hereafter. It is said that the elves are the purest being's who serve the gods, a treasure to the earth. For one to die an untimely death it would be a tragic loss for the world, but to forget one, it would be a unforgivable sin. Refusing to let anyone commit such an act, the god's incased their servants body's into that of the purest marble. Like her ancestor's before her the Queen's body laid out upon the birthing bed, her beauty captured in perfect detail, flesh now stone.
Man, Elf, and Beast mourned for the loss of the young sovereign who was laid to rest. The day of her funeral people from all across the land came to give their respectful offerings, in memoriam, the flowers of their homeland. These plants grew to become the forest we explore and serve as a reminder to the people, for they will always remember the Queens strength and sacrifice.
The children will grow up never knowing their mother, but they will hear stories. Stories of a beautiful young maiden, whose hair was like the light of the winter moon, glimmering on the fallen snow, and whose eyes were just that of purest gold. Her beauty being so great that even death desired her as his own.
Though widowed, it was expected of the King to raise up his children immediately, especially the infant prince, as the King had no other son to inherit. Both Nuada and Nuala will be educated but Nuada's role will go far beyond that of anyone in court. Poor Nuala. She will be trained as the Princess she is and will have duties but she will hold no voice in the King's court. Perhaps when the time comes for Nuada to lead he will allow her to serve as a priestess for the father tree in the woodland temples, a noble profession. As for the young prince he will be the voice of the spirits, clothed in robes of honor and dignity, wearing the crown of his people, protector of all, serving as a link between man and magical creature.
Prince Nuada . . . He is sure to be the greatest King to ever live.
Writers corner
Hello everyone! Its great to be back after a few months away. All is well on my end and I apperantly got the Nuacest fever REALLY BAD. LOL. So after I finished writing the Rape of Flesh and Blood, I was a little sad and thought why do their stories have to end here? So I did the only sensable thing . . . AND WROTE ANOTHER! This story I want to really capture the relationship of Prince Nuada with his sister Princess Nuala so each chapter I will take my sweet beautiful time to make the best (and longest) story you will read. I hope your as excited as I am! Its up to you if this is a prequel to the Rape of Flesh and Blood.