HOW FAEDRA CAME TO BE

In the beginning of time there were three realms. No one knew how or when they were created, but they were the source of every living being. The two smaller realms, Kylarius and Lazurum, were opposites of each other. Kylarius was the realm of peace and light. It was where the original elves lived and the first of the fairies were made. The people there were beautiful. Their light hair fell gracefully down their shoulders, and their blue eyes sparkled like the sun in the sky. They walked with grace and carried a great wisdom with them. They refused to fight, and instead spent their time learning and reading.

Lazurum was the realm of darkness. Dark creatures crawled and thrived there. It was were goblins, redcaps, and beasts so evil that they could barely be described in words lived. There was constant war and evil in this realm. Not even the bravest of warriors would dare to come into the realm in fear of what they would encounter. Dark magic riddled the realm. The sky never showed, for a thick layer of clouds covered it.

The last realm was called Azran. This was the realm of magic and balance. It was where the first spell was cast, and the first wizards were born in this realm. Creatures from different races lived together here. Creatures such as shifters, mortals, dwarves, trolls, and many more lived. The realms only had a few wizards, an in all there were seven great wizards. Their names were unknown, for they did not believe that it was necessary to be tied down by things like names and a home. None of them had family or friends, and instead chose to travel among the three realms to seek more knowledge of magic. The eldest helped rule over the three realms and kept balance between the good and the evil. The second and third eldest were his advisers. The next three spent their days seeking knowledge in all corners of the three realms. The last was the most unusual wizard of them all. Unlike the others, he wanted a home and a name, and most of all he wanted a family.

As a child, the young wizard dreamt of what it would feel like to be held by a mother. To have someone look at you with love and pride. As he grew he began to wonder what it would be like to have a family of his own. A wife and a small child. One day, as he sat under a large willow tree, he thought of his imaginary child. It would be a boy. He thought fondly. I could teach the little lad to cast spells and to bring peace to all of the realms. If he could accomplish that he could become king. He could prove to the wizards that they could have ties to the realms. That they could love and that they could have families… He suddenly realized that this boy would need to be incredibly powerful in order to accomplish a feat like that. He decided that he would find a woman who would willingly be up to such a task. He spent several years in search for such a woman. He wanted her to be strong, kind, and beautiful. Finally he found her, though she was not like how he had originally imagined.

The woman wasn't beautiful, per say. She had long chestnut hair and shining green eyes. She was tan and possessed several laugh lines. She was rather plump, and she managed a tavern in the east of Azran, where most of the pirates and stragglers would come to. Her wit and strong mind was what truly caught his eye. As he spoke to her, he saw the wisdom and kindness in her. Her mind was brilliant, and they shared several opinions of the realms and of war.

After that, the wizard would come to the tavern every day, wanting to speak with the woman. Myra. It was a beautiful name. When she had asked him what his name was, he hesitated. Myra did not know his true identity, for he feared she would leave him if she knew.

"Aragorn." He said, stating the first name that came to his mind.

"That's a good name. It's a warriors name." Her raspy voice said kindly.

How many days did he come and visit her? He would bring her the finest cloth and flowers from all over the realms. Finally, he brought her a necklace that would signify an engagement. He was overjoyed when she accepted it, and soon they were married. He had a difficult time hiding the fact that he was married from the other wizards, but he still managed.

Despite the joy he felt, he did not forget his true purpose. Although he was the youngest wizard, he was also the most powerful. He had managed to collect the powers of several of the most powerful creatures in the realms. He made a potion that consisted of all of the powers of the creatures in Lazurum and Azran. He didn't put any from Kylarius, for he believed they were too weak for not participating in war and battles.

One night, he slipped the potion into his love's wine and watched her drink it. He felt guilty that he had to resort to slipping potions into his wife's wine, but he knew it was for a good cause. A week later he was informed that his wife was with child.

Over the months, he took care of his wife and made sure that nothing happened to the child. When the child was born, he felt a great pride swell in his chest. It was not until he touched the boy to pick him up that he felt a great darkness in the child. Dark magic lingered in the boys veins. A dark shadow clouded his soul. He could already tell the boy was incredibly powerful; dark, but powerful.

"What is wrong, my love?" Myra asked softly. "Isn't he beautiful?"

He looked up and forced a smile. "Yes, he will be a strong warrior when he grows."

"What shall we name him?"

"Asmodeus."

From that moment on, he knew he would have to protect the child from all darkness. He would teach him good and how to fight for the right side. Otherwise, the realms would be in great danger.

He moved them into a small clearing in Kylarius. If the boy is surrounded by good and light, he couldn't possibly become evil like his magic intends him to be.

Aragorn learned quickly that Asmodeus loved his mother more, and he would always try his best to impress her. Slowly, the boy grew. He had dark brown curly hair and the same emerald eyes that his mother had. The boy obviously loved to cause trouble. Once he came running home with several lady elves, who were covered in dirt, chasing him. He would steal from the neighbors and bully the little children. It was only when his mother scolded him did he feel a slight guilt.

Aragorn spent the days that he wasn't trying to keep Asmodeus in line, hiding the fact that he was a wizard with a wife and son. If the other wizards found out, they would instantly kill them both. When he went to the markets he would wear a hood and cover his face. He would cast spells and drank potions to make himself look like an elf or like another man. If he messed up once, he would be caught.

Although he knew he should have had much caution, the wizard eventually made a great mistake by spending too long in the market. He was with Myra and Asmodeus when the potion that made him unrecognizable to those who were not his family wore off. He heard several gasps and looked around.

"THE WIZARD!" he heard several people yell. He quickly grabbed Myra and Asmodeus and ran back to his home. Then, he began to fortify the house.

"Aragorn! What is going on!" Myra said whilst rubbing her wrists. Aragorn had held her too tightly and now they were red. Aragorn looked away from his work to see her doing this.

"Oh, my love, let me heal you." He placed his hands on her wrists and they began to glow. Myra gasped and pulled away. She had tears in her eyes as she looked down at her healed wrists.

"No. No. No. No no no no no." She began to cry softly.

"Mama? Are you alright?" Asmodeus questioned. She sobbed and wrapped a protective arm around her son. When Aragorn tried to step closer, she yanked Asmodeus back.

"STAY BACK!" she cried out. Aragorn let his hands drop to his sides.

"Please…. I can help."

"HOW! YOU'VE SENTENCED US TO DEATH!" She cried out, her shoulders shook as she tried not to break down in front of her son. She had to be strong, if not for herself, then for Asmodeus. He was only seven years of age. He was too young to die.

"I can cast spells around the house. I can protect us." Once again he tried to move closer towards Myra, but she pushed herself up against the wall and held onto Asmodeus. Asmodeus was glaring at his father in anger. He felt angry that his father made his mother cry. No one hurt his mother.

"Leave-" She managed to spit out. "Just leave us. And never return." Aragorn stared at her before turning and walking out of the door. Myra sank to the ground and began to cry. Asmodeus wrapped his arms around his mother. He swore that he would make his father pay for hurting his mother like this.

Outside, Aragorn was setting up a series of spells to protect Myra and Asmodeus. He felt grief at how the events had turned out. He should have told Myra what he was. He should have covered his face when he had went to the market. He should have been more careful. He knew Myra would never forgive him, and Asmodeus would be the one to have to comfort his mother.

When he finished, he sighed and left the clearing. He would sleep in the woods so that if something happened he could be back immediately.

Smoke filled the air as Aragorn woke. He quickly ran to the clearing where his home was located and was met with flames that were so high, they licked the sky. He attempted to put it out, but it was wizard's fire. It would not stop raging until it destroyed what it was meant to destroy. Aragorn roared in anger and sank to his knees. He watched the flames take his home and his family. Tears poured down his cheeks and slowly the fire calmed. Finally, after sitting with his head down for hours, he looked up at the ashes of his home. The flames had engulfed everything and turned it to ash. No. There was something there. It was covered in ash and lying on its side. Aragorn jumped to his feet and ran to the pile. He turned it over to show his son's face. He gasped in relief.

"Asmodeus? Boy? Wake up. It's papa." He shook his shoulder. Suddenly, Asmodeus's eyes opened, but they weren't green. Instead they were a terrifying shade of black. It was almost like his eyes were trying to mimic the ashes that surrounded him. Asmodeus blinked again and they returned to normal.

"Papa? Where's mama?" he asked softly. Aragorn placed his hand on his son's shoulder.

"My boy, I'm sorry." Asmodeus looked around and saw all of the ash.

"No." Aragorn tried to wrap his arms around his son, but Asmodeus yanked himself away. His eyes began to become black again, and suddenly a flame burst in his hand. They both looked at the flame in shock.

Aragorn looked at him proudly, the grief that he felt for his wife lessened. "You've finally come of age, my boy. I'm proud of you." Asmodeus looked down at his hand. He felt a swelling rage. He was like one of them. The men who killed his mother. Wizards. He looked at his father's eyes and made his hands into fists. He would kill them all. He would rip out their throats and destroy them all. Then, he would take their throne. He would punish anyone who even associated with the wizards.

"If I ever see you again I will kill you, old man." He said harshly. He turned around and ran off into the dark forest.

"WAIT!" Aragorn tried to chase after the boy, but he had disappeared. What have I unleashed on the realms? He thought.

Around two hundred years had passed since that day. The boy had gone to the darkest corners of the realms and learned everything he could about dark magic. His thirst for revenge and blood grew. After his teachers finished telling him all they knew, he would rip their throats out or torture them. He enjoyed their screams and the feeling of their blood on his hands. As he grew his powers strengthened until one day he felt strong enough to challenge the High Wizard for the throne. He won almost instantly.

During his reign, he killed any who disobeyed him. He hunted down the wizards and tortured them until they begged for mercy. There was only one that he could not find, and it haunted him. His father was still in hiding and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find him. But he would find him, and when he did, would make him suffer.

Aragorn had spent the past two hundred years hiding in the deepest pit in the forest of Kylarius. He struggled to form a plan to save the realms from his son. After Asmodeus ran away, he gathered his books and potions and moved to the pit, knowing that his son would try to kill him. He felt the pain that his brothers went through at the hands of Asmodeus.

For the first hundred years or so he had no company, but one day an elf had somehow managed to get through all of his spells. He remembered the day well. The elf had walked into his cave as if she lived there herself. At first, he had been shocked by her appearance. She was the exact opposite of his Myra. She had beautiful long blonde hair, which was uncommonly white for her race. Unlike the others of her kind who wore their hair down, she wore hers in a messy side braid. She had large blue eyes, soft pink lips, and delicate features. She had a slender body with delicate curves. She wore a beautiful blue dress that held to her body. When she looked at him, she smiled softy.

"Who are you and how did you get past my spells?" he asked while quickly grabbing his staff and pointing it at the elf.

She looked at the staff with curiosity, but showed no signs fear to it being pointed to her. "My name is Kali." She stated. Her voice was like twinkling bells compared to Myra's raspy voice. "And you must be the wizard who has escaped the King's grasp. I'm sorry to ask, but can I see your staff? I've never seen such a thing." Aragorn raised an eyebrow and hesitated before handing over his staff. She began inspecting the scrawls and writing on the sides. She reached up and touched the stone that was secured on the top.

Aragorn drew his gaze away from her hands and looked at her. "You never answered how you managed to come in here. I put up spells that can repel even the strongest of wizards, yet you still passed through them all." He looked at her with distrust. He suddenly realized that he gave her his greatest weapon. Why would I do something like that? "Give me that." He said harshly as he snatched his staff from her hands. She pouted slightly. And placed her hands on her hips.

"Like I said, my name is Kali. I'm an elf, and I don't know how I got through your spells. I just saw a cave and walked in."

"Just like that? You saw a dark cave and decided to walk in? That doesn't seem like something an elf would do."

"Well, I'm not a full elf. I'm a half breed." She wrapped her arms her torso, hugging herself as she dug her nails into her sides. This was one subject that she hated talking about.

Aragorn raised an eyebrow. "Half-human half-elf? I've never heard of such a thing."

Kali rocked back and forth on her feet. "Yes, well, I am the first. My father fell in love with a cloth merchant from the North and I was the result. I was told she was very kind."

"What happened to her? If you don't mind me asking of course." He added quickly.

"Died of childbirth." She said softly.

"Oh." He sighed. He saw no threat in her. "Would you like to stay a while? It's not much, but it is home." She smiled and nodded eagerly.

After that, she would visit often. Slowly, they formed a strong bond. Kali told him about how several of the elves thought of her to be beneath them because of her mother. He felt upset that she would actually believe them. In return, he told her of how he had met Myra. He hesitated to tell her about how he had been the one to create a monster like his son, but he knew from experience that withholding information like this would only ruin their friendship. When he told her, he was expecting her to look at him in disgust. He was expecting her to leave and never come back. But she surprised him. She took his hand in her own and told him, "The actions of your past do not define you. You were foolish, but you know better now. You are a good man, Aragorn. Do not let your past haunt you."

It was like that for thirty years. They taught each other and shared stories. One day Kali came and told him of how she had met the elven prince, Respen.

"You sound awfully taken by this prince," Aragorn commented with a smirk. Kali blushed and looked at her hands.

"It doesn't matter. He is leaving on the morrow, and there is also the problem that our bloodlines cannot mix. I am a bastard half-blood and he is a destined king," she murmured. She began to tap her fingers on the table.

Aragorn sighed. He knew how much Kali's blood bothered her. He placed his quill in between his book and got up. He placed a finger under her chin and raised her face so she would look at him. "He would be a fool to let something a silly as blood get in the way of knowing you." He tapped her nose and continued his work of trying to find a spell to defeat his son.

It was around ten years later that the prince came back into the small city. He was in search of a beautiful elf who kept her hair in a single braid. Kali ran into the cave the next day with a large smile on her face.

"Aragorn! I have news!" she smiled. She grabbed his scared hands and began to spin him around. It was times like these that he was reminded that she was not completely an elf. She was human, too. "Prince Respen has asked my father if he could court me! Isn't it wonderful?" Aragorn eyes widened in shock. Suddenly, he smiled and began to laugh. He picked Kali up and spun her around.

"This is wonderful news! The best I've heard in years!" Kali giggled and smiled brightly.

"His father did not approve, but the queen convinced him to let it pass," she stated.

It only took a month of courtship for Respen to ask for Kali's hand. For the months afterwards, all Kali did was smile with a dazed expression. She didn't visit Aragorn during that time, and Aragorn truly missed her. She finally came over on the night before her wedding. Her hair was in its normal messy braid, but her clothing had changed. It became more like what he had seen the queen wear. She wore a long purple dress with long sleeves. Golden thread weaved in the cloth to create an intricate pattern. She smiled when she saw him. She began to fiddle her fingers nervously.

"I'm sorry I haven't visited, I have been very busy with the wedding."

"I heard that you will be married tomorrow," he remarked quietly.

She smiled again and nodded. "I wanted to ask if you could somehow manage to come." Her voice was hopeful as she stared at him.

Aragorn sighed. "Kali, you know I can't." He felt a pang of sadness when she pouted. He looked at the potion on his desk and sighed. He knew he had to ask her, but he didn't want her to get hurt from it.

"Kali, I must ask a favor from you." Kali's head shot up and she nodded.

"Of course, my friend. Anything."

He picked up the vial and walked up to her. "I want you to know that you won't be forced to do this unless you truly want to. Do you remember how I made Asmodeus?" Kali nodded. "I have made a potion similar to the one I used for Asmodeus. This time, however, I made sure that ever single power that I used was good. I made it from only the purest creatures. When the child is born it will be just as powerful as Asmodeus, but it will be full of light and good." He took her hand and placed the vial in it. "I want you to carry the child. You have a good soul, and no one will love the child more than you. When the child is born, I want you to bring it to me so that I can teach it to fight and to use their powers for good. If it is a boy, we would have to wait until it is of age to learn magic, but if it is a girl then she will be able to use magic from the moment she is born. Though it would be difficult to try to teach a child who cannot yet walk how to cast a spell." He smiled at this.

"Will the child be able to fight Asmodeus? Or will it become like him?" she asked tensely. The thought of her child going against the Demon King worried her.

"If you choose to drink the potion, then yes. I made sure not to make the same mistake as I did before. But I will not force you to do something you don't want to."

"What if the child doesn't want to fight?"

Aragorn ran his hand over his face. He hadn't thought of that. "If the child doesn't want to fight, then we will not force it to. We will think of something else."

Kali looked down at the vial before tightening her hand around it. A look of determination came over her.

"I will do it. Just as long as you promise me that my child will not get hurt."

"I swear."

That was the last time they saw each other for a year. Aragorn had created tunnels, so he could move around and get materials for his potions and spells. Kali had become with child and gave birth to a beautiful girl named Galadiel. It was only when she received a messenger phoenix did she come to the cave with her daughter. Aragorn looked at the small elf and smiled. She radiated with purity and goodness. He laughed as he took her from Kali. The child made him see all the good that still remained in the realms.

"What is her name?" he asked while rocking her.

"Galadiel," Kali said softly. "She is only a babe and she has already stolen the hearts of all those who are around her." she added smugly. Aragorn chuckled. "When do you think you will need to start training her?" Kali inquired

Aragorn sighed. "We should let her have some of her childhood. Let her age a little and then we'll begin to train her. I can give her simple lessons at age five and we could slowly teach her more." Kali nodded.

Four years passed. Kali and Galadiel visited as often as they could. It was on the eve of Galadiel's fifth birthday that Kali came in crying and screaming. Aragorn dropped his vial and rushed to his friend. She sobbed in his arm as he held her.

"What is it, my friend? What is wrong? Is Galadiel alright? Your father?" Aragorn asked, genuinely concerned. This was not the first time he had seen Kali cry. When he was forced to kill an animal for his potions, Kali would weep for the lost life. But never like this. It broke his heart to see her in such agony.

"Respen," she choked, "Asmodeus killed Respen. He sent his guards and killed him. He's dead. He's dead." She began to sob into his sleeve and held onto his shirt. Aragorn looked up at the ceiling. It was his fault. He had created this monster, and now he was paying the price by watching his friend lose her mate.

"I want him dead." she said after awhile. She had cried to the point where there were no longer tears, just dry sobs. "I want to rip out his throat. I want to make him suffer." Aragorn clenched his jaw.

"We are not powerful enough to fight him."

"But Galadiel is. All we have to do is train her." She raised her head and looked him in the eyes, a fierce look in her eyes.

"Galadiel might not want to fight." he said kindly, "We can't force her to d-"

"I DON'T CARE! HE KILLED MY MATE! SHE WILL FIGHT HIM WHETHER SHE WANTS TO OR NOT!" Aragorn stared at her sadly. He sighed.

"We'll start lessons tomorrow."

As the years passed, it was obvious that Galadiel was not interested in war. She would often drift off in her lessons and pick at the grass or flowers. When she was forced to use a sword, she would purposely lose. She would miss every shot with her bow or her dagger. She would pretend to become injured in order to stop the lessons. It was only when her mother screamed at how ashamed her father would have been at her behavior, did she actually fight correctly.

Although she wasn't a warrior, she was very powerful. Like Asmodeus, her powers grew as she aged. She mastered the most advanced spells at age nine. She and Aragorn would often duel in one of the large caves. In the beginning, he would win every match, but now it was a rarity for him to even come close to winning.

Kali had hardened over the years. She no longer smiled nor did she laugh. Every night, Galadiel would hear her mother cry herself to sleep. She never asked about her father, for she feared the consequence. All she knew was that the reason why she trained so much was so she could kill the man who killed her father.

Galadiel was beautiful, though unlike her mother, she looked like a common elf. She had her mother's blue eyes, but that was about it. Her hair was like gold, and it fell in soft waves down her back. She had high cheekbones, and her skin was slightly darker that her mother's. Her lips were thin, but soft. She carried herself with a grace that would make queens feel inadequate. She considered Aragorn as her uncle and loved him dearly. She did not remember her father well, but she was told he was an incredible man.

One day, Galadiel was controlling a small lake with her magic. She was making it turn into different shapes in the air before dropping it back into the lake. Kali and Aragorn were watching from the entrance of the cave. Kali was clutching a shawl around her shoulders, and her hair was tightly braided down her back. Aragorn wore his normal worn out clothes, and he had his hands behind his back.

"When will she be ready for war?" Kali snapped. Aragorn sighed

"Kali, she doesn't want to fight. We cannot make her do something that she doesn't want to."

Kali gripped at her shawl and dug her nails into it. "She needs to fight the monster. She's the only one who can defeat the Demon King. Whether she likes it or not, she needs to accept her duty to fight the king."

"I wont make her fight, Kali. It's not fair fo-"

"It's not fair for my family to try to make my decisions without consulting me," Galadiel interrupted. Aragorn and Kali had failed to notice her stop. "It's alright. I understand why you would do it." She took a deep breathe before continuing. "I know I don't like war and fighting, but people are dying in the realms. It is my duty to bring good back into the realms." She finished with confidence in her voice. Her chin had lifted and she straightened her shoulders, like the way she has seen several of the soldiers do.

Aragorn sighed. "Well in that case, we need to build an army."

They spent a year recruiting any man who was willing to fight. Word got out to Azran that there would be a challenger to the king. Asmodeus closed all portals to Kylarius so no one could join the army. Somehow, they all knew that the battle would take place in a deserted field in the middle of Kylarius. It was ironic that the realm of peace would be hosting a war.

Galadiel rode in the front with Aragorn. Kali had stayed behind to tend to the women and children left behind. Galadiel wore a shining silver armor made from the strongest metal in the realms. She wore a large helmet and underneath she wore a circlet to signify who she was. At her side was her father's sword, and on her back was his bow. This way she carried a part of him with her.

The two opposing sides finally met. The Demon King wore black plated armor with a tree in flames carved in the front. He wore a helmet that covered his face. He rode a black steed with red eyes. Smoke seemed to come out of his nostrils whenever it breathed out. The kings eyes were hidden, but Galadiel could tell his gaze was solely on her. She exhaled and gripped the reigns of her horse tighter.

A man on a grey horse trotted in between the two armies. "ON THIS DAY!" he yelled. "WE WILL WITNESS THE BATTLE BETWEEN KING ASMODEUS AND PRINCESS GALADIEL. THEY SHALL FIGHT FOR THE CROWN OF THE REALMS." He addressed the two. "REMOVE YOUR HELMETS TO ALLOW YOUR OPPONENT TO LOOK YOU IN THE FACE BEFORE BATTLE."

Galadiel was the first to remove her helmet. Her long blonde hair fell out and splayed itself around her shoulders. Her silver circlet stood out against her golden hair. She looked at the King, her imagination running wild at what gruesome sight might be underneath the helmet. Asmodeus removed his helmet and looked at her with a smug smile. He leaned back in his saddle and flashed his teeth. Galadiel was shocked. The man before her was unlike any of the legends. He was deviously handsome, with dark hair and green eyes. He had a strong jaw that was covered in stubble. Galadiel noticed a strange glow around him that drew her in. At that moment she realized she could not fight him. She hesitated before removing her sword and dropping it on the ground. Her bow and arrows were next.

Several of the soldiers cried out. "WHAT IS SHE DOING? SHE CANT BE SURRENDURING ALREADY?" Aragorn looked at Galadiel with an alarmed expression. Galadiel just shook her head. She looked back at Asmodeus. He raised an eyebrow before smirking. He reached down and took off his sword before tossing it down on the ground in a similar fashion to Galadiel. His soldiers began to protest, but he growled at them, causing the to become instantly silent. He got off his horse and walked across the field to meet Galadiel.

"My lady." He bowed his head and kissed her hand. Galadiel's cheeks became bright red before she smiled softly. Asmodeus turned his head and saw his father. "Why, if it isn't my father. So you've been hiding here this entire time." He began to walk towards him as he pulled out a dagger.

"No!" Galadiel grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him away from Aragorn. Asmodeus looked down at the hand before looking at her face. "There is no need to fight. He has been through enough. Please do not fight." She said kindly before smiling. A plan began to form in his mind. It would be incredibly easy to trick this woman. He knew that his father had made someone who could kill him, but that didn't mean he couldn't manipulate this powerful enchantress. He smiled back.

"Of course, my lady. Forgive my harsh actions." Once again, Galadiel blushed.

"You are forgiven, my king." She teased. Asmodeus turned towards his army.

"MY FRIENDS! THERE IS NO NEED TO FIGHT! LET US RETURN TO OUR HOMES AND FORGET ABOUT THIS DAY. THERE IS NO BATTLE TO BE FOUGHT HERE!" He smiled, and slowly his troops began to leave. When the clearing was empty he turned to Galadiel.

"My lady, your beauty is too great to remain here as a princess forever. Come with me to the realms, there we may marry and rule the realms together." Galadiel looked at him in shock before smiling.

"I accept your offer, my king." She smiled as Asmodeus took her hand and kissed it again. Aragorn looked at the two. He knew that this was a trick, but he could not say anything to prevent this from happening. He watched as his son took Galadiel's reigns and pulled her towards his own horse. He looked down and saw that she had left her father's weapons on the ground.

Galadiel was looking for her mother and her now father, Aragorn. She pressed her lips together and sighed. The wedding had been a grand event. The feast was splendid and now the performances and music filled every corner of the room. She felt an arm snake around her waist.

"What is wrong, my wife?" Asmodeus's voice filled her ears.

"I cannot find my mother or your father anywhere. Why wouldn't they be here." She pouted slightly and eased back into her husband's embrace.

"They never approved of our marriage. They were probably too disgusted to come."

"But…" Asmodeus turned her so she faced him.

"But nothing. They are no longer our family. All we need is each other now. I am your only family." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss.

Several years had passed, and finally Galadiel had become with child. Asmodeus brought in a healer to check the child's health on Galadiel's fifth month.

"Tell us, will it be powerful? Strong?"

"Will you also ask if it will be handsome and for an exact description of what it'll look like?" Galadiel joked. Asmodeus clenched his jaw but forced a smile.

The healer sighed and pulled her old hands from Galadiel's swollen belly.

"I am truly sorry, but this child is not healthy. It is sickly, even in the womb. It will surely die when it is born."

"WHAT! That can't be correct. I am the most powerful man in the realms. There is no way that any child of mine will be a sickling." Asmodeus hissed.

"I am sorry but that is the way it is. We have no power over the child. It will die when it is born." The healer packed her bag and left the room.

"My love, its all right. We can always tr-" he left the room before she could finish her sentence.

In the Lower Dungeons of the Royal Castle

Asmodeus walked down the several steps of the dungeons. He heard the groans of the tortured and smelled the metallic hint of blood in the air. He had always loved the dungeons.

He finally reached the lowest cell. It was the one that had the most protection. He opened the door and snickered. In the room, there were two people chained to the walls. He turned to the smallest figure and smiled.

"KALI! What a pleasure to see your beautiful face again." She opened her eyes and stared at him with hatred and malice. She tried to yank herself from the chains to attack, but the chains held fast. "Ah-ah-ah." He said while wagging his finger at her. "I'm not here for you, though. But next time, I'll make sure to pay you another special visit." Kali became pale at the thought of it and pushed herself against the wall.

"Now, what I'm really here for." He turned towards his father who was staring at him with a cold expression. "I need you to make another powerful child for me." Aragorn raised his chin.

"And why would I do such a thing?" He spat. Asmodeus just smiled. He pointed at Kali and suddenly she screamed. Blood splattered out of her mouth and she doubled over in pain.

"I'LL DO IT! PLEASE, JUST STOP! Don't hurt her anymore." Aragorn slumped his shoulders in defeat. Suddenly, his chains came off and his hands were bound.

"Follow me." Asmodeus led Aragorn into another cell. There, every type of ingredient and potion was lined against the walls. Aragorn was yanked by the chains and forced to sit on a small, uncomfortable chair.

"This is your new cell. Here you will make me the most powerful child you can. The chains allow you to move around the room, but if you try to leave, Kali will be tortured again."

"What type of monster would you like me to create?" Aragorn hissed.

"I want a son. He will be powerful. Evil. But obedient. I do not want you to put a single drop of any of the other realms in him. Just Lazurum." Aragorn pressed his lips together.

"If you are so powerful, why can't you make this child yourself?"

Asmodeus clenched his jaw. "Just do as I say old man. Now begin working."

And he did. He moved around the room and made a potion of darkness. He put every dark creature imaginable in this potion. He even made it that if there were ever any new species, their powers would be absorbed by the child. He would be a child of pure darkness. As more creatures were made, he would become more powerful. Asmodeus watched his work with a deep look of concentration. Aragorn knew that he couldn't let a child like this grow in the realms. He got up and collected the materials that he needed for a second potion. He made it exactly as the dark potion, but this time he made it with light. He made it so that every creature with even a hint of light would be in the child. The child would carry the powers of all the realms within him. He would be the balance of good and evil. He be even more powerful than his parents combined. He would be connected with everything living and non-living, magical and non-magical, and dead or alive.

He mixed the two potions together in a large vial before handing it to his son.

"Give this to Galadiel to drink. She must drink all of it in order for it to work. The child will be the first born." Asmodeus smiled and took the potion.

"Thank you, Father. I'll make sure this is put to good use. Now let's move you back into your old cell." As Asmodeus turned, he didn't see Aragorn grab two black vials from the table.

As they entered the cell, Aragon saw Kali look up at him. Although her beauty had faded from being in the cell for so long, to Aragorn she was still as beautiful as the first he met her. He smiled sadly at her, the two vials weighing down his pockets.

"As a reward for your excellent work, you two won't be in chains anymore." He threw Aragorn to the ground and smirked. "Don't get too loud." He said with a wink. He slammed the door shut and suddenly Kali was set free.

Aragorn slowly crawled to her and wrapped his arms around her. He sat them both up.

"Aragorn, I'm so tired. Why did we have to be the ones to go through this? Why did the realms hate us so much that they decided that we deserved to suffer this much?" Aragorn sighed and rested his head against the wall. If the circumstances had been different, he would have fallen madly in love with Kali. But they weren't. Instead, he became her brother and protector. He knew he was doing the right thing when he pulled the two vials out and showed them to Kali.

"Nightshade?" She gasped. Aragorn nodded. "But… we can't. Aragorn, we just created another monster. We need to sto-"

"I didn't make it evil. I balanced it. It will be the most powerful being ever created. It will be one with the realms. I did not make another Asmodeus."

"So we can stop fighting?" Kali felt tears pour down her cheeks. Aragorn smiled.

"Yes, my friend. We will finally have peace. The child will protect the realms and defeat Asmodeus. She just needs to find the right path." He handed one of the bottles to Kali and secured his arm around her. Together, they drank the dark liquid. Kali dropped the vial and rested her head on Aragorn's shoulder. Aragorn smiled and murmured, "We will finally have peace." Before letting his head rest on Kali's.

Asmodeus rushed into the room. News had reached him that Galadiel had given birth. He walked into the room and saw her holding two babies. She saw him and smiled. He rushed by her side and looked at the two children. One was a girl and the other was a boy. The girl must've been the sickly child he thought.

"Let me hold my first born, Gaddy." He reached for the boy, but instead Galadiel handed him the girl. "What's this?"

"That is your first born, my love." She said softly. Asmodeus felt anger rage through him. No matter. She was still da- that's when he felt it. The energy of the girl. It was not like his own. No. It was much more powerful, but it also had light in it. He had been tricked. This was the balance of good and evil. It would grow a mind of its own and soon over power him.

"My love, I would like you to meet your first born child, The Daughter of the Realms." She added smugly, "Faedra."