Retellings Trilogy: The Forgotten Princess

by Starlightmoon123

This is the first instalment of the 'The Retellings Trilogy. The first story will follow a young servant named Isabelle who dreams of going to the ball set up in honour of the prince of Idrs, Alexander Lightwood. She wishes to meet and dance and maybe even kiss the boy of her dreams, but what happens when Alec and herself discover an almost disturbing resemblance.

18 Years Earlier

Long ago, in a land that can probably be considered far away (depends where your living, I guess) there was a kingdom called Idris. In this kingdom was a castle, and in this castle, a queen had just been married off to a handsome king.

The king had just carried the young queen into their new bedroom, ready to begin the customs that usually came after marriage when out of the blue, the ground shook and the lights flickered and the door to the bedroom slammed open. A frantic looking old woman wearing a bright violet cloak toppled into the room. In her hand, she held a tall staff like object with what appeared to be a crystal ball on the end.

" It's the Evil Witch of the Demon Realm!" The queen cried.

" Oh heavens, I am terribly sorry my dear," the woman said in a sweet old lady-esque voice. "I'm most definitely not the Evil Witch of the Demon Realm, but I completely understand where you're coming from."

The woman pointed the magic staff at the door that now lay in a helpless pile of wooden splinters on the grey stone bedroom floor. With a great burst of green light, the door put it's self back together and reattached it's self onto it's hinges.

" You see, I was just on my way over here," the women said, "And I found this lovely looking staff lying around near that ghastly forest you keep so terribly maintained. I'm afraid I haven't quite gotten the hang of it yet." She trailed off, plopping herself down into large chair in the corner of the room next to the burning fire and began inspecting the staff wearily in her small frail looking hands.

" My name is Agatha Bane, and I am a seer. I recently witnessed a vision that you," Agatha gestured at the queen, " And your husband will have a lovely set of beautiful twins. A girl and a boy." Agatha clapped her hands together in delight. " Sadly, the reason I have come here today is to tell you this. The day these children are born, you must give the girl up. If you do not, your children will never find love and your bloodline will come to an end."

The queen gasped and the king ordered Agatha to leave, and she did, but not before saying one last thing.

"I have a son named Magnus Bane. Someday, when the time is right, his destiny will intertwine with yours. I am not sure how, but I know that for certain." And with that, Agatha Bane smashed down her staff and disappeared in a grand cloud of purple smoke, leaving a panicked king and a sobbing queen in her wake.