Prologue
The meadow was peaceful, with the sun filtering down through the trees and the birds singing about their joy. The faint sound of children's happy laughter drifted on the gentle wind.
Celestia sat in the clearing, watching her young children, Tylo and Lyla, run and play with each other. Ignored by everyone, a large snake lay sunning itself nearby. As the children ran over to Celestia, clamoring for a story, she smiled and looked at them, taking in their appearances. Tylo looked like her, with golden hair and turquoise eyes, and Lyla looked like her father Deneati, with long black hair and dark blue eyes. Lyla was already starting to be a good archer, like Celestia, while Tylo was showing potential to be a wonderful swordsman like his father. It was too bad they never got to meet him as a human. Celestia began thinking, now that her children were older and more knowledgeable; they deserved to know the truth about their family. Her story today would be about their father, and it would start from the very beginning….
