Prologue: A Mother's Wish
"Honey quickly take our daughter and leave!"
Awoken by the sound of my dearest, Edfard, the panic and desperation of his voice allows me to grasp the situation before the screams and wails of my fellow tribesmen. I knew deep down in my heart this day would come one day. Having to relocate our village every winter, to keep hidden from the forces who seek to eradicate us. Us, being the last of the True Queen's kin. And today that day has come.
"Take the trap door and follow the tunnel north until you reach the opening of the cave. From there you should be able to find some sort of message left behind by the scouts to rendezvous with them."
"Come with us! Please Edfard I cannot bare to lose another loved one. We've have suffered enough already!"
"Enough! Take Lassora and go! Save our daughter Beatrice."
He always had a way with words my Edfard. After wrapping a blanket around Lassora, I dare take one last look into his eyes. Piercing blue like the summer skies of the Frejlord stare into my soul and I turn around before I lose this meager courage that drives me to protect my daughter.
"I love y-"
The front door slams open and I shut the trap door, running into the the darkness that swallows me into the abyss.
The breeze that enters from ahead and the warm breaths of Lassora is all that keeps me moving one step at a time. In all the cruelty and harshness I have dealt with, she is the only good that has ever happened. A beacon of hope that illuminates the path for a better tomorrow.
A speck of light that slowly expands to the point where I am blinded by the sheer whiteness of the snow. After traveling for what felt like ages, the opening of the cave finally enters my sight.
I put Lassora down and search for any message. Anything that could tell me where the last of my kinsmen are for everyone behind me has breathed their last breaths. That I am certain of. However, I find nothing. No stone or parchment. Nothing no matter how much I dig into the snow or stare out into the land. Have they forsaken us? Mayhaps the sinful desire of man to protect oneself before all had found its way into the minds of the scouts, tricking them into believing that no one would survive the onslaught. But how would they know? Unless...
I come to my senses and realize it is not of up most importance to begin formulating scenarios, and the safety of my family... or what that rest of it... comes first. So I do the only action I have left to do.
I pick up my daughter, cradle her in my arms, and walk. Walk to the ends of this god forsaken tundra. Maybe to the lands of the south. Demacia was it called? A land of tranquility and where a fair and just ruler lives. If the stories of the elders are true then this is where I can only hope to find safe haven.
But as I walk and walk, everything looks the same. The snowstorm rages on and I stumble and trip. I look back and my footprints have already been covered with a new blanket of snow. Yet I still go forward.
I don't get far though. I fall. I cannot move my legs. Work! Please I must go south, I must save my daughter. So with my remaining strength I huddle Lassora into my chest and wrap my body around her to keep her warm.
God. True Queen. Please save my child. Do not let her die a death in the middle of nowhere, only to be buried with her mother or die of the frost. This is my last plea to you.