Giselle looked up from the bundle in her arms. "Oh, Robert," she whispered, "she's beautiful!"
Robert leaned over gently. "Yes, she is. You did a wonderful job."
He lightly kissed her damp forehead. "It wasn't entirely me," Giselle whispered as she slightly blushed. The babe grunted. "Shhh..my little bundle of joy. What shall we call her?"
"Andalasia?" he shrugged. "You use to live there."
"No, just the last part of it." Giselle looked back down. "Alasia."
Seventeen Years Later….
The black stallion galloped through Central Park, taking along its brown-haired blue-eyed rider. She gripped the reins and leaned forward urging the horse forward. "Hi-hi-hi Stalli! Come on!"
"Hey! Ala!! Wait up!!" Alasia looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. Pulling on the riens she stopped her horse.
"Good girl," she murmured patting the side of Stallis' head. "Morgan, you're so slow," Alasia joked as she slid off her horses back. "It's not much fun to race if you keep on losing."
"Not funny," Morgan panted pulling up beside her. "You're not he one four months pregnant. I can't ride so hard any more."
Alasia sighed and led Stalli to the fountain to drink. Morgan followed suit with her chestnut, Crimson. "Morgan?"
"Yeah?"
"I turn eighteen in two weeks."
"Uh-huh. What about it?"
"Are the stories all true?"
"Which ones?"
"The fairytales that mom tells. They're so different from the ones everyone else knows. Then there's the place where everyone lives, that I was supposedly named after, Andasia. Have you ever seen it?"
"Dad didn't want us to go there. I know that mom misses it so much, but dad doesn't really want that to be a part of our lives." Morgan shook her head. "Something about an evil Queen Narissa. Mom says she's dead, but dad doesn't want to risk anything."
"But it is all true?" pressed Alasia.
"Yeah, I believe it is." Morgan quickly remounted her horse. "Come on, we had better get back before dad and mom get too worried."