Title: Chosen
Summary: As the gods watch a girl with a strange, powerful gift, talk of war is heard in Tortall, and the mischief of a god has killed the King.
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Chosen:
Prologue: Meeting of the Gods
A powerful mage from a country unknown was her father. Her mother was a commoner of Tortall, and died giving birth to her. Her father was killed soon after by enemies from his homeland, who left as soon as he was dead. They did not find the daughter, and so still she lives. She is not yet but a year old.' The voice of the Great Mother Goddess rang out among the assembled gods. And she is my chosen. But she is something else as well. Her gift is the most powerful ever seen in a mortal, so that I do not believe that she is truly a mortal. I can find out nothing of who her father was, not even his name, and I could not follow his murderers back to his homeland. Something was shielding me from there, I know not what.'
If she is not a mortal, than who is she? She is certainly not a god, and she is not an immortal.' Mithros, god of the Sun, rose to his feet to confront the Goddess.
I do not know,' the Mother replied. That is why we are here. I feel that this is important, more important than we can know, and that it will not concern the mortals only. Something will happen, something will happen soon, and it will concern us. And it will concern her, this girl who is my chosen. So let us watch her, and find out more about her, and her Gift. It is powerful, and not simply a Gift like that of very powerful mortals. She is different. We will watch her.'
Very well,' Mithros replied, We will watch her.' He turned to the other gods. You too, will watch her. For if she is, as the Mother says, going to be important in upcoming events, we should know more about her.' He disappeared from the meeting place of the gods, as did all the others. All but one. The Great Mother Goddess turned her attention to the pool of water at the center of the meeting place, and let an image form of an infant, not yet a year old, a girl, sleeping in a roughly- made wooden cradle.
Good luck, my daughter,' the Goddess said, and was gone.