This here is the prologue! I know, it's short, it sucks...don't kill me y'all. I promise it'll be good!
The Fae had come to her for a summer. It had been like a flame had opened in her heart and her life had been bathed in sunlight and happiness. They had connected, not a mating bond, nothing so strong as that…but it had been love. Until she had come to him with the news that she was with child. His child.
Then her lover had gone. One night, he'd laid with her, they rejoiced, or so she had thought, in the news of the child. She woke up the next morning to him gone, her bed empty and cold. She had stayed there for him, waiting coming back every day to the place they had made love, spent time; but the Autumn Court Fae had left; left her with an unborn child to go back to the Illyrian camps, back to her husband alone.
She had been too numb to feel pain or anger. Fear clogged her senses, knowing what her husband would do if he found out about the bastard child she bore. However, the Illyrian female went back, back to her camp, to the gray, depressing place she called home. Gone was the flame and fire her lover had brought her.
Months and weeks passed and harder it became for her to hide her secret, until one night, he found out. The beating she got lasted close to dawn and after that, battered, bruised, her wings tattered and useless, she was thrown outside the camp. Abandoned, the yet to be mother dragged herself back to the place she had begun to call home, where her lover had ruined her. Any love she had in her heart was gone, destroyed and replaced by a black hatred. Hatred for her people but especially for the Fae, who had done this, betrayed her and left her alone.
In the heart of winter, the child was born. A baby girl with red hair like autumn leaves. No wings graced her tiny shoulders, perhaps a blessing. She was precious, a little flame in her mother's life again.
The child grew well and beautiful, healthy. Her mother taught her never to go outside the cave they lived in for fear she'd be taken from her. She taught her of the cruelty of the Illyrians and the selfishness of the Fae. She warned her daughter to never trust anyone but herself…but most of all to never fall in love. Love brought only pain and suffering.
So the girl grew up quietly, accompanied simply by herself. The girl's name was Myriad.
So that's it for now while I work on chapter one. Tell me how it is by commenting and all that good stuff. Please! I feed off it...I promise this'll get better.