Here is my disclaimer: I do not own twilight. I do however own Ourathio and as you all probably notice, it is nothing like twilight.
Author's Note:
Part 1
When an author puts his or her work out to the public, a lack of response can be rather disheartening, so disheartening that an author might abandon the piece entirely. With that in mind, I would like to thank my reviewers- big hugs to all of you. To everyone else that didn't review: no silent readers please. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. I will only get better if I have feedback, constructive feedback
Part 2
I did some housekeeping in my story. Yes, I call revamping and correcting housekeeping. Writing is my home and I like keeping a tidy house. So, from time to time I will go back and rewrite because ultimately I hope this story will be good enough to get published.
Prologue
Fahaira (Edward) POV
There had been many moments when I had wished for the security of my childhood. The times which I could seek comfort in the arms of my mother; where all would become right again. There, I was safe. It was reassuring. As I grew older, I realized that there were many things, terrible things, from which my mother's arms could not protect me. I had to protect myself and so I learnt. Before long, there had come a time when I needed to protect her. That day I saw the last shred of innocence leave me. Then she left me as well. My rock crumbled under me and beneath me, there was nothing left but dust. I begged her for a few more moments but my love for her was not enough to hold her captive. She was gone and every inch of me grew cold.
Mother had told me the day she married my father she placed the world at the feet of any children she had. On the day of my birth, I was named Ourathio Faihara, meaning my planet. She claimed the planet was mine to have. It was her only wish. Years later, I was locked away from the world that I was destined to conquer after being deemed a threat to their precious utopia, confined to that dreaded tower to view only that which was presented before me. Then Father mysteriously passed away and a ruler was needed to maintain the order. Regrettably, I was all they had left of the Supreme line. After seventeen cycles of the Orathian sun, I was released from an undeserved sentence and elevated to a position that placed them all at my mercy. I was hurt, vengeful and dangerously unstable in my grief and my will to overcome.
I felt no other desire of my own but to fulfill those of my mother. Her memory was my only comfort. Her spirit became my conscience.
Until the next Chapter
-Kordelia A. Bloom
