"Rhosyn, I need you to run, far away with you brother; daddy is in trouble and he wants you safe."
"Then we help daddy." Said the daughter confused.
"Stay away from the Le Fay." she pushed her daughter, holding her son down the dark passage. "Run!" she urged.
A man in dark clothes crept up from the shadows, that none of them saw. "Don't look back." The young girl moved down the passage. She looked back just to see, the man run the Queen though. Sword piecing her stomach, as she let out a gasp Rhosyn turned round.
"Mommy!" Moving towards her mother.
"Run!" the mother cried. As she turned to fight with her killer with her last breaths giving her children a chance.
The princess was conflicted, but ran as her mother requested; sobbing she carried the infant prince with her; as fast as her small legs would carry her, into the blazing brightness of the morning that crisp summer day, with her castle in tatters. Her home burning behind her. As her magic and fear took hold, the cursed daughter of the Pendragon Kings; was enveloped by the curse as she turned into a dragon. And flew herself and her future king, in her claws to safety, waiting for destiny to begin; to slay the Le Fay in battle, to greet the once and future king and magic incarnate, the great Emrys and become his Cerys.