Hello Everyone! I've missed you all so much! Sorry this took so long, but great things come to those who wait. I do want to thank everyone who stuck with Nina, a story that I previously wrote, this is a sequel, by the way. It's based on Nina, showing the main character's children and closing up some major plothole, I apologize for those by the way! Haha, anyways, this is the one year anniversary of me writing the first word of this series, thank you for reading and please no hate!
-Kate
The Beginning
The Messiah's child,
A hero none the less,
Will face winter's army,
With misfits by his back.
"Don't worry, mother, one day, I will make you proud." Syrus told his mother, slightly choking on his words, as though he found it hard to say. She brushed the silver hair out of his face.
"Oh, Syrus, you've already have." She patted his face, smiling at him, "I know it's been hard for you since..Arabelle.."
"Mother, I have moved on. She is dead. She's not coming back, just like Uncle Mick and Aunt Patricia. Same with Jerome." He told her, looking at the ground.
"Yes...of course. I was just saying that.."
"Mother. I do not want to talk about Arabelle, or any other girls that you want me to meet. I don't have to be married to anyone to be King, neither you or Father were married when you assumed the throne." He stepped away, setting down his bow and arrows on his bed.
"I know, I know, but Syrus, you can't not get married, you have to have children. You have to have heirs." She tried to explain to him, but he put his hand on her shoulder.
"Killian, Odella, and Skyler will get married and have children. One of them can be my heirs, I don't want that." He told her, moving over to his desk, looking at the yellowed note that sat on his desk, "Mother, if I am meant for something more, like you were, then I want the casualties to be limited if something were to happen to me. I don't need people sobbing over me, I don't want to leave someone widowed, or children without a father. I don't want what happened to you and Father to happen to anyone else."
"I just want you to be happy." She tried, and Syrus put his hand up stopping her.
"I think you should be worrying about your ten year old son, whom of which, is seeing my grandmother in his dreams. The one you killed." He told her. He heard the sound of the door opening, and they turned, seeing a guard.
"Prince Syrus, Queen Nina. King Fabian request your present in the throne room. Both of you. Something about Syrus." She told them, her eyes stopping at Syrus, "Also, General Lilla will be there."
"Let's go." Nina told him, grabbing his arm. He grabbed his sword and put it in it's sheath as they were walking.
He looked over at his mother. She was older now, nearing 40 now, but she always had looked young and beautiful. It must be the magic running through her veins. She held herself with the poise as she always did, crown of his grandmothers, her mother, on her head. She was wearing a dark purple dress, much like the color of their eyes, it was long and the shoulders were cupped by fabric.
Two guards opened the doors to the throne room, and the pair stepped inside. His father paced the floor, knuckle pressed to his lips. He looked up at them, and smiled shortly.
"Nina." He walked over and kissed her, she kissed back.
"Fabian, what is this about?" She asked, placing her hand on Fabian's upper arm.
"A girl was found wandering the gardens, looking at your parents graves, Jerome's, Willow's and K.T.'s also." He explained to her, and Syrus saw his mother turn ridged.
"I want to see her now." She stated, walking over to her throne. She turned, her dress spinning slightly, and sat down. She had her back straight, shoulders back, and head up. Fabian followed closely behind. Sometimes Syrus forgot that his mother truly was the braver one out of the two, but moments like this reminded him of her past.
"Bring her in, Piper." Fabian called, and the doors opened again. His aunt, General Lilla, brought in a girl, pale skin, so pale it was almost blue, snow white hair, tinted blue lips, eyes the color of the frozen Firhet river, and a long icy blue dress hung from her shoulders. She looked at him, and he sucked in a breath, just like he use to do whenever he say Arabelle, he quickly looked down at his dark brown boots.
"This is the girl that was by their grave's." Piper hissed, pushing the girl down. As she fell, icy magic shot out of the palms of her hands, creating an icy patch underneath her palms. A shocked gasp escaped one of the guards mouth.
"Who are you?" His mother questioned, walking up to the girl, harshly lifting her up to face her. Syrus's mother's breath could be seen in the air, as the girl radiated cold.
"I mean no harm to anyone of this country of Edon, I thought it was the country of Frelser. I am looking for Queen Onde, the Queen of Lurer. I was sent to kill her." Queen Nina quickly let go of the girl, looking down.
"It's too late to do that, she's been dead for at least 25 years." She told her, lifting her dress, walking back to her throne. Once she sat down, Fabian grabbed her hand. Syrus looked at Piper, who was staring at his mother, her eyes shiny with what could never be tears, but he knew that the Battle of The Last was hard for all of them.
"You must have done the deed." The girl looked at her mother, "My king won't be happy about this. He had a very special reason for wanting Queen Onde dead."
"I have to fulfill a destiny, so please excuse my sixteen year old self for not letting your 'king' do the honors." Queen Nina snapped. The girl stayed silent.
"What is your name?" Syrus asked, and the girl looked at him.
"Name?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.
"What are you called usually?" Fabian restated, looking at his son.
"Oh! The Daughter of Ice." She told them.
"The Daughter of Ice?" Piper scoffed.
"Yes, yes. Like your queen, I am destined also, to help a future king. I don't know the full details, but I was sent because I was suppose to fulfill it." She nodded, placing her hands in front of her.
"Your king wouldn't happen to have an army made of ice or something called 'winter's army', would he?" Syrus asked, waiting for the answer.
"Yes, of course." The girl said, as if it was obvious.
"Mother, she's apart of the prophecy, don't you kill her yet." He said, and bowed. His mother stood as he walked away.
"Now, where do you think you are going?" She yelled at him, and he turned, throwing his arms out.
"To finally make sense of what I am suppose to become, unlike you did." He told then turned to Piper, "I want to let the girl have a room, and I would like you to guard, you know how important she could become."
The girl looked at him, shocked, as did everyone else in the throne room. Piper, though, simply nodded, and smiled at the boy. He was more like Nina, and Jerome, then Fabian.
"Of course, Syrus. I will see it to be done." She told him, and Syrus smiled at his aunt.
"What am I supposed to do? Be played like a pawn in a chess game?" The girl cried, looking directly at him, "I will not allow you to use me to fulfill your destiny, when I am suppose to be fulfill my own."
"We are all pawns when it is destiny's chess board. Look, The Daughter Of Ice, you are going to be fulfill your destiny, by helping me fulfill mine. I am that future king that you are destined to help get that throne, though I already have it in my grabst." Syrus told the girl, "You'll need a name. Eira Samson. Your first name means snow, which I would think would be appropriate, and then Samson is my grandfather's name. So if, you will, I have some matter's to attend to, as in I have friends to annoy, also cousins and sibling to watch over."
Nina watched her son, walk out of the throne room. The girl, now called Eira, stood awkwardly. Fabian balled his fists together, and Piper just chuckled.
"Well, I know exactly where that came from. She also happens to be my queen." Piper unlocked Eira's chains, and put her arm around the girl's shoulders. "Come with me, child, I want you to meet my wife, I think you will get along just fine."
Syrus walked down the hallways of the castle, going back to his room. His mother was never his favorite person, neither was his father. He liked the company of Piper and Luft, his grandparents, even his Aunt Asta or his Uncle Remus. Though, none of them had been related by blood, his father was 'adopted' by his grandparents, Samson and Aura Slott. His father decided, though the long-lost son of the King and Queen of Lurer, whom of which has supposedly died, he would keep their family name instead of his actual one. His father told him that his family, the one he grew up with was the only was sane enough for him to be raised correctly.
"Syrus!" He turned around and saw his ten-year old little brother, and his guard, who was more like his best friend, bounding down the hallway towards him. He was crying, and Zita, looked distressed.
"Skyler, what is it?" He asked, picking him up, even though he was ten.
"She's back, grandmother is back." He cried into his shoulder.
"Grandmother has been dead for a very long time, she won't hurt you, she can't. I would never let that happen." He rubbed the young boy's back, trying to calm him.
"Syrus? What's wrong with Skyler?" He turned around the see his sister, Odella standing there with his best friend, Kenna. They quickly rushed over, Odella picking up her skirts, and Kenna brushed his ashed hands on her riding pants.
"He saw her again." Syrus whispered to her, as Odella took her younger brother in her arms.
"She wants revenge on me, she wants to kill me." Skyler hiccuped, digging his face in Odella's shoulders. She looked at me, with her bright blue eyes, in question.
"Odella, I think you should sing to him, the song mother use to sing to us when we were younger. That always made us feel better." Odella set Skyler on the ground, and placed her hands on his shoulders.
"Skyler, I'm going to run down to the kitchen and grab your favorite lemon cookies, and then I'll tell you a story, and then sing to you, okay?" He rubbed his eyes, and nodded. Odella kissed his cheek, and Syrus bent down to kiss his forehead.
"Just remember, I'll always be here to protect you." He told Skylar, ruffling his hair.
"But what if someone takes me because of my eye color? Momma says I'm suppose to be special." Syrus sighed, upset with that his mother would tell him.
"Then, I will always find you." Skyler smiled, and grabbed Zita's outstretched hand.
"Thank you." She whispered, and Syrus nodded, watching them walk away.
"Syrus, why did Mother tell him that?" Odella questioned, looking at her brother with wide eyes. Kenna shifted awkwardly on her feet, waiting for them to finish.
"I don't know, Mother's been insane practically the entire time she's been here." Syrus threw his arms up, starting to walk down the hallway, Kenna and Odella quickly followed.
"Yes, yes, I know. But he's way too young! He's still just a child!" Odella tried, Syrus threw his hands up.
"Then again so was she, but you know, My destiny hadn't started till today, that girl is something important to it, and I don't understand at the moment, but I am quite nervous about how it's going." Odella grabbed his arm, and turned him around.
"You have nothing to be nervous about. You are going to be great, trust me." Syrus looks at his younger sister, and smiles.
"I don't understand how anyone could say you are like Mother." He told her, and she laughed.
"Mother was a lot different when we were younger." Odella tells him, and turns around, "Don't worry about Mother, Syrus, I'll take care of her."
She walked away, hands folded behind her back. Her light green dress rusling lightly as she walked away, following the direction of their youngest brother and his maid.
"Hello." He said, to Kenna, and she turned to him, smiling lightly.
"Hello, Syrus." Kenna laughed, as they started walking down the hallway towards Syrus's archery room.
"How's Tate, has he proposed yet?" He asked, throwing his arm around her shoulders.
"No, not yet, but Krig is pushing him to do it sooner, Adley and Brant have overheard them talking about it multiple times." She explains.
"I think you should ask him. You know how Tate is, he's such a pushover, he gets it from Luft, she's way more soft spoken than Piper is. I mean, Piper's this head general, big and tough, and Luft is more of a Nymph, light and soft." Kenna nods her head, smiling at what Syrus was saying.
"What was this about a girl you were talking about earlier, I mean, you haven't spoken about a girl, since Arabelle." She asks him, tilting her head to the side as she questions him.
"She's something else. She didn't even know that Lurer and Fresler were united. She had ice powers, who the hell has ice powers?" Syrus rushed, and Kenna looked at her hands, "I mean you are a Daughter of Fire, but that's different, we know multiple people who have that power. But ice? She even introduced herself as a Daughter of Ice, she clearly knows whats up. I wonder what wielding ice is like, I mean my mother always said wielding fire is like a ballet."
"Syrus, relax, you don't know something and that's perfectly okay. You don't have to worry, everything will just fine. Don't worry about her, she's just another step towards your throne." Kenna nudged him, and he laughed.
"How did Tate of all people end up with you?" Kenna giggled, and elbowed him in the ribs, Syrus would have doubled over but he was use it by now.
"I don't really know." She answered, linking his arm with hers. They walked down the hallway, laughing as they told each other stupid joke, just like they've been doing since they were young.
Syrus opens a door to a large room with holes in the walls, there were no windows, in fear of breaking glass. Syrus's archery room was the only place that Kenna, Tate, Mace, and the occasional Odella could talk. It was off limits to any servant, foreign dignitary, soldier, or even the King and Queen themselves. Tate and Mace smiled at the two friends when they walked in. Tate walked over, and hugged his future fiance, kissing her. Mace made a face, and Syrus nudged him, knowing he had a crush on a girl in the village.
Mace was his brother Killian's age, 15. The two were good friends, but Mace found more comfort in the three eldest children. They didn't think of him as anything other than an equal. Kenna is his oldest cousin, being related by his father, and her mother, Alfie Unik, and Patricia Unik Sant . Though, she had a stronger version her mother's magic, no one knew if Mace got his father's powers of shapeshifting, or even his mother's magic. Syrus, whom of which had not shown any signs of holding his mother's own magic, teased him about this endlessly.
"You guys saw each other this morning, do you really have to do that again?" Mace complained, and Tate chuckled.
"Of course, you would too if you were in love." Tate explained to the younger boy, who just grumbled, picking up his sword.
"Love is stupid, Syrus agrees." Syrus's eyes quickly moved away from the stare the three of them were giving him.
"I never said it was stupid Mace, I just meant it was hurtful and if you can, you should avoid it, because it makes even the bravest and strongest of Kings to break in battles. Just look at my mother and father, they aren't the same. They haven't been the same for a very long time." Syrus explains, looking out the farthest window. He couldn't move his eyes away from the hill where the Mor River collected into the Lake of The Messiah, named after his mother when she was born.
"Syrus.." Tate started, knowing he was thinking about Arabelle again.
"No more, we are not discussing this at the moment, it is a story for another time and day, we have to practice." Syrus told them, and they looked at him, confused.
"For what?" Mace questioned, hitting the dummy's head with the hilt of his sword.
"The journey, of course."