"Fee Fi Fo Fum. Ask not whence the thunder comes. Ask not where the herds have gone; Nor why the birds have ceased their song. When coming home, don't take too long, for monsters roam in Albion."

Thunder crashed and lightning lit up the whole room, revealing a figure in the doorway.

"Bellamy." His mother came in the room. "You're still up?"

"Sorry mother," Bellamy dropped his gaze onto the bed he was sitting on. "The giants woke me."

"Bellamy, it's a thunderstorm."

"Father used to say giants made the thunderstorms." He said, earnestly. He grabbed the book out from under his pillow. "Look!"

"Where did you find that?" His mother asked as he leafed through the pages.

"Along with his old things. Will you read the rest to me?" He looked at her, eyes big and hopeful.

"Alright." She sighed, smiling. "Where were you up to?"

"The monks were trying to find God!" He smiled, moving over in his bed so she could sit next to him and read it to him. "So they made magic-"

"Magic seeds, I remember now."

"The seeds they pulled from magical pod, the monks grew a pathway to seek out their God. When they came to what they thought was Heaven's gate, they met with a terrible, grisly fate. For between Heaven and Earth, was a perilous place. Gantua, home to a fierce giant race. With a bridge now before them to the world of men, a plague of giants descends. Taking a cue from the richest of kings, they acquired a taste for acquiring things. But the one taste that caused them to lose all control-"

"-was a taste for the mankind, blood, bones and all."

"Well that's revolting." Clarke retorted, making an odd face.

"Too scary, Clarke?" Her father asked, hugging her tighter.

"Giants aren't scary." She told her father.

"Not even their terrifying leader?" He asked, teasing. "A monstrous giant with two heads?"

"Keep reading, father." Clarke smiled. "It's just a story."

"Is it?" He laughed, turning back to the book and pulling her closer to him. "King Eric bade the monks return to dark arts, to find some way to rule giant hearts. So they melted one down, mixed in magic and more, and they crafted a crown unlike any before-"

"King Eric's magic crown!" Bellamy held his small figurine of Eric, smiling from ear to ear. "This is my favorite part!"

"-As soon as the king took the crown in hand, the giants were slave to his every command. He sent them back to the place of their birth. Their home now a prison between heaven and earth. Eric severed the link between giants and men-"

"-And peace returned to his kingdom again. The mystical relics were all that remained, safe with Eric through the years that he reigned. And when time came at last for King Eric to sleep, he took crown and seed with him for permanent keep-"

"-And as the king's bones slowly crumbled away, truth became legend-"

"Or so people say." Bellamy finished for his mother. He loved that story more than any other. His mother got up and he knew it was time to sleep, but something dawned on his young brain. "What will happen when the giants come back?"

"They won't, son." His mother tried to calm him.

"But what if they do?" He persisted.

"Bellamy." She sighed, then attempted to play along. "Well, I guess the king's guardians will have to cut them down to size."

"I want to be a guardian then." He smiled, hope returning to his eyes.

"You have the spirit, son. No doubt about that. But the king's guardian's must be born of noble blood. There's not much in ours but dirt and sweat." She ruffled his hair, trying to make him feel better. "It's only a story, Bellamy. Giants aren'y real."

"But King Eric was real." Clarke protested to her father.

"He was. In some ways, he still is. You're of his blood." Her father said proudly.

"I've seen where he's buried!" Clarke said excitedly.

"In the royal catacombs?" Her father looked at her strangely. "Sounds like you've been having some adventures of your own."

Clarke shrugged slightly, looking away from her father. "Am I in trouble?"

"Not at all." Her father looked at her, smiling. "I want you to have adventures. It will make you a better queen."

"How?" Clarke was puzzled.

"Because you'll get to see how the world works. And when you're queen, you'll have the power to make the world a better place." He smiled at her. "Now off to sleep." He kissed her goodnight. "Sweet dreams, Clarke."

Bellamy's mother blew out the candle on his dresser, going to blow out the one hanging near the bed.

"Leave that one." He asked, voice a little nervous.

"Alright." She sighed, leaving it burning. "Now get some sleep, you have to be out in the field by first light."

Bellamy sat up. "Mother?" She stopped in the doorway. "How do you know giants aren't real?"

She paused. "I don't." And with that she left, shutting the door behind her.

Bellamy worried for a moment, diving back under his pillow for the last part of the story. He flipped open until he found the page, finishing off the very end.

"And jealous eyes are looking down, on peaceful fields in Albion." He whispered. "An enemy vows will come a day, when giants return and giants stay. To wage a war and this time win. And eat the last of Eric's kin."