Prologue
Search. My whole life has been a search. A search for what? A search of my identity, but also something else. A missing part in my life, like a hole in my heart. All I know now is an answer I must find.
Truth. I know it is out there somewhere. I know it exists. I know it is not an illusion, like many may think. I know it wanders before my eyes, too vague for me to see it. It lingers mockingly before me, without me noticing it. I will find it. I might have to fight the summering waters or walk through the pits of hell, but I will find it.
How do I know it is out there? I know because of the small pieces of the puzzle I have recollected. There are still pieces scattered in an unknown place.
Where are they? Somewhere were it all began. Where the completed picture was shattered and turned into a trecherous jigsaw puzzle.
My life.
Here lies my story. The beginning of my search....
*****
The beautiful woman looked outside the window. Buildings and houses were in flames and people were screaming. A monstrous dragon circle overhead watching the scene. Her kingdom was being destroyed and all she could do was watch. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she cradled a baby in her arms. A little boy tugged on her dress.
"Mommy, what's happening?" he asked her. She stroked his cheek, but didn't say anything. "Mommy, why are you crying?"
A man burst into the room. A crown was lopsided on his tossled brown hair. His face covered in dirt and specks of blood.
"Solei! Get the children out of here!" he yelled.
"What about you? You're hurt," she whispered and placed a hand on his cheek.
"I'll be fine. Is it safe?"
"Yes, it is." She touched the necklace that layed hidden beneath her dress.
"Just get out of here!"
The roof fell and knocked the baby out of her hands. She ran over to the rubble which blocked her from her baby.
"No!" she cried trying to fight through the fallen pieces of stone.
"You must go now! I'll save her!"
"I'm not leaving without the baby!"
"Go! I'll get the baby! Just go!"
She hesistated for a second, then grabbed the boy's arm and ran. The ground shook under their feet as they made their way through the burning village. Tears streamed down her cheeks when the smell of burning flesh and wood filled her nose. All she wanted to do was help her people, but she if they found the key, she would be in even more danger.
She ran with all her might into the woods. She looked behind her and there she saw a man riding on the dragon which snapped its jaws blindly. The man's silvery long hair tossed behind him in the wind; his icy blue eyes cold and his mouth curving into a smile.
She ran as fast as she could, trying not to look back. She couldn't outrun him. He was too fast. She tripped on a root. She looked up at the man. A ball of fire was forming in the palm of his hand. She grabbed the necklace and began to whisper words quickly to herself. A portal opened and she grabbed the little boy's hand and jumped in. The portal closed leaving the man fuming.
She clutched onto the boy's hand. She was falling, falling, falling.....until she the freezing water hit her like a sledgehammer. Then darkness filled her mind and she lost feeling, though she never let go of the little hand.
*****
A young woman staggered along the beach stumbling on loose sticks and rocks hugging onto the bundle of sticks under her arm. Her brown locks of hair brushed against her pale cheeks. Her eyes like sapphires, though lost their sparkle and was filled with, instead, sadness. She looked only like a mere shadow of whom she used to be. Only a year after she was married, they took him away from her to fight in the war against the neighboring country. She remember that day so well, the day when he promised her he would return. But he never returned. He broke the promise. A tear streamed down her cheek. It was starting to get dark as she headed towards her home. As she staggered along, she noticed a white bundle laying on the shore. She headed towards it hoping it might be supplies she could use. She then noticed it was not a bundle, but an unconcious body. She dropped her bundle of sticks and ran over hoping she might not be too late. It was the most beautiful women she ever saw, and next to her was a little boy, also unconcious. The woman opened her eyes. She gave the boy's hand to her.
"Please," she said weakly, "please take care of him." She also placed a necklace in the palm of her hand. "Take care of this too. Give it to my son, but when he is older. He will know how...." The woman trailed away with her last breath and closed her eyes leaving the young woman confused. She buried the woman's body and whispered a prayer. She then turned and carried the little boy to the village.
Search. My whole life has been a search. A search for what? A search of my identity, but also something else. A missing part in my life, like a hole in my heart. All I know now is an answer I must find.
Truth. I know it is out there somewhere. I know it exists. I know it is not an illusion, like many may think. I know it wanders before my eyes, too vague for me to see it. It lingers mockingly before me, without me noticing it. I will find it. I might have to fight the summering waters or walk through the pits of hell, but I will find it.
How do I know it is out there? I know because of the small pieces of the puzzle I have recollected. There are still pieces scattered in an unknown place.
Where are they? Somewhere were it all began. Where the completed picture was shattered and turned into a trecherous jigsaw puzzle.
My life.
Here lies my story. The beginning of my search....
*****
The beautiful woman looked outside the window. Buildings and houses were in flames and people were screaming. A monstrous dragon circle overhead watching the scene. Her kingdom was being destroyed and all she could do was watch. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she cradled a baby in her arms. A little boy tugged on her dress.
"Mommy, what's happening?" he asked her. She stroked his cheek, but didn't say anything. "Mommy, why are you crying?"
A man burst into the room. A crown was lopsided on his tossled brown hair. His face covered in dirt and specks of blood.
"Solei! Get the children out of here!" he yelled.
"What about you? You're hurt," she whispered and placed a hand on his cheek.
"I'll be fine. Is it safe?"
"Yes, it is." She touched the necklace that layed hidden beneath her dress.
"Just get out of here!"
The roof fell and knocked the baby out of her hands. She ran over to the rubble which blocked her from her baby.
"No!" she cried trying to fight through the fallen pieces of stone.
"You must go now! I'll save her!"
"I'm not leaving without the baby!"
"Go! I'll get the baby! Just go!"
She hesistated for a second, then grabbed the boy's arm and ran. The ground shook under their feet as they made their way through the burning village. Tears streamed down her cheeks when the smell of burning flesh and wood filled her nose. All she wanted to do was help her people, but she if they found the key, she would be in even more danger.
She ran with all her might into the woods. She looked behind her and there she saw a man riding on the dragon which snapped its jaws blindly. The man's silvery long hair tossed behind him in the wind; his icy blue eyes cold and his mouth curving into a smile.
She ran as fast as she could, trying not to look back. She couldn't outrun him. He was too fast. She tripped on a root. She looked up at the man. A ball of fire was forming in the palm of his hand. She grabbed the necklace and began to whisper words quickly to herself. A portal opened and she grabbed the little boy's hand and jumped in. The portal closed leaving the man fuming.
She clutched onto the boy's hand. She was falling, falling, falling.....until she the freezing water hit her like a sledgehammer. Then darkness filled her mind and she lost feeling, though she never let go of the little hand.
*****
A young woman staggered along the beach stumbling on loose sticks and rocks hugging onto the bundle of sticks under her arm. Her brown locks of hair brushed against her pale cheeks. Her eyes like sapphires, though lost their sparkle and was filled with, instead, sadness. She looked only like a mere shadow of whom she used to be. Only a year after she was married, they took him away from her to fight in the war against the neighboring country. She remember that day so well, the day when he promised her he would return. But he never returned. He broke the promise. A tear streamed down her cheek. It was starting to get dark as she headed towards her home. As she staggered along, she noticed a white bundle laying on the shore. She headed towards it hoping it might be supplies she could use. She then noticed it was not a bundle, but an unconcious body. She dropped her bundle of sticks and ran over hoping she might not be too late. It was the most beautiful women she ever saw, and next to her was a little boy, also unconcious. The woman opened her eyes. She gave the boy's hand to her.
"Please," she said weakly, "please take care of him." She also placed a necklace in the palm of her hand. "Take care of this too. Give it to my son, but when he is older. He will know how...." The woman trailed away with her last breath and closed her eyes leaving the young woman confused. She buried the woman's body and whispered a prayer. She then turned and carried the little boy to the village.