Pieces of Magic ; Prologue
A lone figure dwelled in a dark household. There had been nobody to help her. She was all alone. She had been in pain for hours on end. She was surprised no one in her village had heard her screams – or maybe they were just purposely ignoring her. Because, ever since her husband had had to flee, no one had wanted to be around her. Was it such a crime to be alone and a mother?
No, not now. Not when she was holding two beautiful babies in her arms. Her babies. His babies. He would have loved to see them now. One a boy, one a girl. Perfect children. But they had to grow up without a father, and she knew being a mother with no support was going to be challenging. But why fret about the future? She had now to worry about. A gut wrenching pain ripped at her heart as she realised that she wouldn't be able to keep both the twins. She must keep one.
But which should she keep? And where would the other go?
She was just too poor to look after both, and though, as she gazed at them and realised that she loved both with all her heart already, she knew she didn't have enough money, or space in her house to bring up two children. She took a long time mulling things over, what she would do with the other child, which child she should keep. It took a long time. So long, in fact, that the sun began to glimmer through her window. But finally, the new mother came to a decision.
She would keep the little boy. His hair, thin, but definitely there, was black, and the mother knew that he would turn out like his father. He shared the same face shape too. She knew that she just couldn't let this one go. It took her even longer to decide on what to do with the baby girl. She couldn't leave her stranded. She couldn't ask one of the other villagers to take her in – they would want nothing to do with a dragonlord's child. So what was her choice?
Memory spiralling back, the mother tried to remember every face, trying to memorise somebody that would take her baby in. She thought some more, and finally, her mind planted on a familiar face, one that she hadn't seen for about five years or so. But it seemed, she was her only chance.
The face was kind and pretty with twinkling green eyes. She was a countess, and the mother only knew her because of back when she was a maidservant in her palace. But she was a good friend – she was sure that the countess would take her in, the two were close, and very good friends.
And so, she made her way to the countess, praying with all her heart that the lady would take her baby in.