Here is the first chapter to Mother of Wolves I hope you enjoy it. now, I don't know a whole lot about the locations i have written about so, if you spot any errors regarding the history, geography, and culture about anything, please forgive me.
Prologue
It is the year of our lord 1320.
"Papa, where are we going?" I ask.
"We are going somewhere special, my little birthday girl," My father says, tears threatening his eyes.
"Where would that be Papa?" I prod.
"You'll see," he said.
It was my 8th birthday and my father had awoken me and bade me to get dressed; when I asked him where we were going he ignored me and just told me to hurry up. He told me to remain quiet as we left my room so we wouldn't wake my mother and sister's. We lived out in the country of Ireland on the County- Cavan-County Monaghan border. It was a beautiful home, the border was home to several types of animal: Rabbit's, otter's, many squirrels, minks, and hares. When I was five I found a white rabbit and named him Hopper. But, unfortunately he got run over by a carriage; Poor thing, he was the best bunny ever. My family lived on a farm; the farm belonged to my father's side and has been in his family for five generations. We walked to the stables and he took his horse out. it was beautiful black stallion, he named him Raven. I went over to let my pony out, he had creamy white hair with a light Beige mane, I named her cream puff.
"No, you will be riding with me this time," Papa said.
"Where are we going that's so special?" I ask.
He doesn't answer, he just sets me on his saddle and holds me against his strong chest as he commands Raven to go forward. It was a cold winter night and snow was lightly falling from the sky; I clutch my cloak tighter around me for warmth.
We rode for what seemed like hours until we come across the border itself; we come across two women who were sitting atop a small hill, beside two horses. They were obviously waiting there for some time. One of the women saw us and began walking toward u; Papa stops Raven and dismounts, he then pulls me down and sets me on the ground and walk to meet them. One woman had black hair that fell past her shoulder's to the top of her hips, and in perfect curls; she wore a black dress and a red hooded cloak shielding her from the harsh winter cold. She had warm hazel eyes and skin the color of milk. I couldn't see much of the other woman, she too wore a red cloak and the hood covered most of her head; the only thing that was visible was her mouth and pointed chin.
When she reached us, my father took her hand in his and gave it a light kiss.
"Hello Jaclyn, I trust you had a safe journey here?"
She smiled and took back her hand, "I did, is this one you spoke of?" she asked.
"Yes, my daughter, Sydney. Sweetheart, say hello to your new friend," he told me.
I bow nervously and greeted her with a shy smile, "Lovely to meet you Madam."
She kneels to my height so that we are eye level, "Are you afraid of me child?" she asks. I shake my head. She smiles at me and runs her hand through my golden locks and said, "You shouldn't be my dear, you can trust me."
She stands and looks at my father.
"I will let you say your goodbyes," she says and walks a few feet away.
My father turns me to face him.
"Listen to me carefully, my love. I-I have to leave you with Jaclyn; she will take good care of you," he said.
"No Papa, I want to go home with you. Please, let's go home Papa," I beg.
He shakes his head, "No my love, I wish it didn't have to be this way, but it must. Just believe me when I tell you it's for your own good." I run to his arms and hold him in an iron grip.
"Please Papa, I promise I'll be good; I just wanna go home," I cry.
"No, don't you see? They'll find you and destroy you."
He breaks down and embraces me back; we were holding each other for a long time in silence, until Jaclyn broke it.
"Jarrod, its time," she announces.
My father pulls apart and he forces me to look at him.
"Happy Birthday my little princess," he says to me, and clasped a gold locket around my neck. it was circular and the edges were lined with red rubies and in the center was a green emerald. he opens it and inside was a small portrait of my parents and sisters.
"Look at me, do you see that castle?" he points. I look and I see beyond the forest was a large hill and atop it was a castle with several towers that had pretty white banners with green dragons on them. I nod my head.
"Don't go there, go anywhere but there or they'll catch you; Don't ever let them catch you, do you understand me?" he rants.
I nod my head in understanding. He brings me in another hug and kisses me and my forehead.
"I love you my darling, please be safe. We will see each other again," he promises.
He hands me over to Jaclyn and bids her farewell and thanks her before mounting his horse and rides off into the night, disappearing in the trees.
And doesn't look back.
"Here child, You'll catch cold," Jaclyn said. She wraps a red cloak around me over my black hood. She holds me by the hand and we walk to where the other woman and the horses were.
"Sydney, meet Desiree Weathers, She will be your new nanny; And I am your guardian, you can call me mother if you wish," Jaclyn say's.
We all mount on the horses, me sitting in front of 'mother', and my nanny riding behind us.
"Why did Papa leave me? and why should I call you 'mother'?" I ask her. She looked down at me and smiled. "Do not be afraid my child, your father did the right thing when he gave you to us; it's for your protection; And as for why you call me mother, simply because you are now my adopted daughter," she explains.
"Protection from who? I don't understand."
"I know little one, in time, you will. All you need to know, for now, is that you are safe with us and you can trust us."
"I Morgan Belikov, Captain of the Royal Guard to his majesty, Eric Dragomir, Sentence this witch to death."
Morgan raised the sword high and made his kill to the accused witch. Her head fell off her shoulders in one swift blow, landing at the feet of the crowd shouting in disdain for the witch. Morgan sheathed his sword and looked up at a smiling Eric Dragomir, standing on a high balcony that overlooked the execution.
Beside the king were his queen and his two daughters.
The king raised his hand to silence the crowds.
"Let this be a warning to all, anyone who is found guilty of practicing witchcraft, or associating themselves with those who practice witchcraft shall be put to death; Fear not my people, justice will prevail and our kingdom shall be free from the clutches of sorcery. So long as I am your King, I vow to put an end to all of this madness and I ask only that you, the people, unite as one and come together; Only then, will we have peace ," Eric declares.
The crowd cheer's and throw flower's in the air for the king; oblivious to the guards removing the lifeless body and head from the courtyard.
"LONG LIVE THE KING, LONG LIVE THE KING, LONG LIVE THE DRAGOMIRS!" the crowd cheers.
I really hope you guy's enjoyed that, please R&R thank you xoxo.