Prologue:
The Beginning
The bright half-moon shown in the sky, continuously vanishing and reappearing. An effect made by the thick clouds as a storm moved in from the west. Creating an ominous blanket of darkness over the capital. The air humid and motionless. It seemed as it nothing and no one moved. All except a hooded, black cloaked figure. Swiftly moving through the deserted streets. Staying in the shadows of the many silent houses and it's sleeping occupants. The figure silently made it's way toward his destination. Nothing in hand but a large wicker basket.
The moon was completely covered now. It's light blocked out by the thick storm clouds as they threatened a downpour. The figure was now making his way toward a house. Sturdy and simple. It's few windows were closed and dark. Though on the outside it might've looked plain or even unforgiving, there was an air of safety and security that surround it. And that was what attracted the black cloaked figure.
He set down the basket carefully in front of the door before reaching inside his cloak and taking out an envelope. The writing on the front, barely readable and obviously hurried. Setting the envelope under the blanket that covered the top of the basket, he then stood straight up from his leaning position and knocked the door hesitantly. Just loud enough for the occupants of the house to hear but quiet enough so the neighbors couldn't.
Rustling, grumbling and the sound of groaning stair steps as some one got up to answer the door, could be heard from the outside where the hooded figure stood. The were the sound of foot-steps then the click of a lock before the door swung open. The man under the cloak visibly tensed up at the latter, tilting his head forward slightly so the hood could cover more of his face. There clearly were confusion, fear and anger sketched on the face of the woman at the door. She was tall for a lady and apparently young.
Perfect The hooded man thought.
"Who are you? What do you want?" The woman questioned after a while of silence. Obviously nervous although her voice was steady and calm.
"I am no one but myself," the hooded man said mysteriously, his voice deep but not gruff,"Take care of her well," he continued before he put something cold and metallic in her hand.
"Take care of her..." He said once again before turning on his heel and sprinting away, back into the darkness. Camouflaging into the night. Just as the first drops of rain began to fall.
The woman stood there standing, her eyes wide, still trying to process the sudden events that just happened. Left hand still clutching whatever the mysterious man had just given her. Her eyes traveled to the basket, still lying next to the door step. She crouched down slowly, moving the basket toward her. She moved the cloth away that covered the top hesitantly then gasped aloud. There inside the basket was a baby, eyes closed, barely moving and deathly pale. She quickly, but carefully grabbed the basket handle and brought the basket inside.
She was about to pick up the baby, realizing it was a girl, but then remembered something that the mysterious man at her door had given her. It was still in her hand. It was a ring on a gold chain. But not just anyway ring. This ring was gold with dark amethyst and smaller diamond pieces surrounding the amethyst. But it wasn't that gold was scarce, or that amethyst was almost unheard of, or even that diamond was only possessed by the wealthiest of nobles. It was what was on the inside of the ring.
There on the inside of the ring was the insignia of the Orynians. The insignia of the enemy kingdom.
That night both the fate of the Orynians and the Arians were decided. That night a story began. But that story was not just any story. That story was a life. A life of pain and suffering but also of hope and love. So this is where I will start, but together we will end.
A/N:And so people, this is the start of my first fanfic. I do hope you enjoy it! ;D And I do know it was -somewhat- choppy and short, but hopefully it will get better with your help! XD please Read and Review. Questions and constructive criticism are welcome! :D