Rain. It was raining. Royal felt alive, she loved the rain. Not just because any normal Fey loved rainy days, it made Royal feel strong, like when the Star of Lavidium was out. She knew her powers were at their peak, more powerful than they usually were. The Zephere on her wrists glowed with a magic energy. Sadly though, she knew that today she must stay inside, unless someone should see her. "Oh Penguin, how dull it is inside. I wish mother would come back soon." The small elephant looked up at Royal, clearly clueless.
Suddenly, a familiar knock sounded at the Tree's door. Royal hurried to open the door, and a purple cloak that strongly smelled of lavender tumbled in. It was Quindelynn Oakendell, Royal's beloved mother.
As soon as she came inside, Quindelynn collapsed to the ground. A jagged tear ran across her cloak, it was stained with blood. Her face was deathly pale and her breath was ragged gasps. "Mother!" Royal shrieked. The ground had become sticky with blood, and Quindelynn's eyes began to turn. "Siem greil, vieshay ZYIR!" Royal's hands moved swiftly and sparked and stung the air. Royal's mother's short, gasping breaths turned into an easy breathing. Blood stopped flowing out of her. "Penguin! Help me!" Royal said to the small elephant. They gently moved Quindelynn on to the bed. She was still pale, but now she was asleep. Royal collapsed on the ground and began to sob.
Ambrose had been idly wandering the palace corridors when he heard his father's angry shouts, "I DO NOT CARE WHO THEY ARE! JUST FIND THEM, DAMON!" Then his voice lowered, and Ambrose could hear no more. He decided to wait outside the throne room for Damon, the head wizard, to come out.
After a few minutes' passing, Damon stepped out. He was only a little shorter than Ambrose and a year younger at eighteen. His curly bottle-green hair was unkempt and he had dark circles under his normally bright black eyes. "Well met, Damon," Ambrose said, sliding next to him.
"Well met your Highness," Damon replied. Ambrose laughed.
"No need for such formalities, old friend. Tell me, how is my father?"
Damon let out a loud sigh, "Not well. He is very upset, and for good reason; another Child of Estrella has been found." Ambrose froze,.
"How?" he asked.
"I do not know. The signs came only hours ago, who knows how long this one has been around," Damon said.
"There is the possibility that this one will go insane from power," Ambrose replied, forcing optimism.
"The last on to have gone insane was Sir Mason. He died centuries ago. What a merry time that must have been! No, Ambrose, I fear this one will bring many unjust deaths, as Don Pedro did." Damon replied grimly. They walked along the brightly lit corridor. The cheery atmosphere only darkened their moods. They were coming upon Damon's chambers.
At his door, Damon turned to Ambrose, "There is no need for you to speak of this to Feather. She needn't be worried with such grave matters," he said, speaking of the princess, Ambrose's sister, who was of sixteen years. Ambrose nodded his compliance and then swiftly left to see his father.