Cruel Fates
By: Ice_Queen
Prologue
I cannot help but cringe as another scream echoes out of the room across the hall. Gabrielle had been in labor for over 8 hours, but just recently had she started to scream from the contractions. This birthing is very difficult for her. It is her and Chaosti's first-born.
The coven had been helping her so far, giving her potions and such to ease the pain. It appears it's affects are fading though. The boyos are crowded in the informal gathering room down the hall, and Chaosti is inside with his wife. Khardeen had given him a congratulations earlier on his courage. When Morghann had her child he had stayed in the waiting room because she'd been quite angry with him for "getting her there." And I, well I am waiting across the hall. I don't wish to be in anyone's way.
Who am I, you say. I am Tersa. Tersa the Weaver, Tersa the Liar, Tersa the Fool. Long ago, I had slid into the Twisted Kingdom. Then Witch had come and brought me as far back as I was willing to go. I have some sanity, but my being on the border enables me to see things that others cannot.
So, I sit in this room, weaving a web that will foretell all about this child of Gabrielle's who is about to enter the world. The final thread is in place, and now it can be read. I study it intently, and finally I see it. The child will be a girl of silver hair and blue eyes unlike any other. She will be... not what is expected? What does that mean? Ah, this one's future is unclear. All I can truly see is a word, no a name. Silvara. The girl's name will be "Silvara. " Doesn't it mean "silver-haired" in the language of the Old Tongue? Yes, it does. But why name her something that every Dae al Mon has? This web makes no sense, but I know it is not incorrect.
I wince as Gabrielle's screams become long and even louder. Finally it stops. "It's a girl!!" Jaenelle cries as she rushes out of the room with Karla and Morghann behind her. "Yes, I know," I reply, looking at them through the open door. I vanish the web I have made for later study, and slowly get up. I walk past them into the room.
On the bed is Queen Gabrielle of the Dae al Mon, and beside her is the Warlord Prince, Chaosti. "Have you named her yet?" I ask quietly. The young ones look up startled. They had not heard me enter. "No, not yet," replies Gabrielle in a hoarse voice. "May I suggest something?" I ask absentmindedly while looking down at the little thing which had caused so much pain. She is so incredibly tiny with the beginnings of a silver mane. She has not opened her eyes yet, but I already know what color they are. "Yes, of course, Tersa," Chaosti answers. "Silvara," I tell them, "Her name is destined to be 'Silvara.'" "Silvara," Gabrielle says softly as though tasting the name on her tongue, while looking down at the baby. Suddenly the baby's eyes open and she smiles and coos. "Silvara, it is then," Gabrielle says looking up at me. I take that moment to exit, leaving the happy couple to enjoy themselves.
I leave that room knowing that there is more to that child than meets the eye. Unclear future, I think absently. An unclear future can be a very dangerous thing. I will keep an eye on this one I decide. The only one's to take precedence over Silvara shall be my own family. This child will play a key role in the future, but how will remain to be seen. But I do know that somehow, I have to help her clear the path to her destiny.
By: Ice_Queen
Prologue
I cannot help but cringe as another scream echoes out of the room across the hall. Gabrielle had been in labor for over 8 hours, but just recently had she started to scream from the contractions. This birthing is very difficult for her. It is her and Chaosti's first-born.
The coven had been helping her so far, giving her potions and such to ease the pain. It appears it's affects are fading though. The boyos are crowded in the informal gathering room down the hall, and Chaosti is inside with his wife. Khardeen had given him a congratulations earlier on his courage. When Morghann had her child he had stayed in the waiting room because she'd been quite angry with him for "getting her there." And I, well I am waiting across the hall. I don't wish to be in anyone's way.
Who am I, you say. I am Tersa. Tersa the Weaver, Tersa the Liar, Tersa the Fool. Long ago, I had slid into the Twisted Kingdom. Then Witch had come and brought me as far back as I was willing to go. I have some sanity, but my being on the border enables me to see things that others cannot.
So, I sit in this room, weaving a web that will foretell all about this child of Gabrielle's who is about to enter the world. The final thread is in place, and now it can be read. I study it intently, and finally I see it. The child will be a girl of silver hair and blue eyes unlike any other. She will be... not what is expected? What does that mean? Ah, this one's future is unclear. All I can truly see is a word, no a name. Silvara. The girl's name will be "Silvara. " Doesn't it mean "silver-haired" in the language of the Old Tongue? Yes, it does. But why name her something that every Dae al Mon has? This web makes no sense, but I know it is not incorrect.
I wince as Gabrielle's screams become long and even louder. Finally it stops. "It's a girl!!" Jaenelle cries as she rushes out of the room with Karla and Morghann behind her. "Yes, I know," I reply, looking at them through the open door. I vanish the web I have made for later study, and slowly get up. I walk past them into the room.
On the bed is Queen Gabrielle of the Dae al Mon, and beside her is the Warlord Prince, Chaosti. "Have you named her yet?" I ask quietly. The young ones look up startled. They had not heard me enter. "No, not yet," replies Gabrielle in a hoarse voice. "May I suggest something?" I ask absentmindedly while looking down at the little thing which had caused so much pain. She is so incredibly tiny with the beginnings of a silver mane. She has not opened her eyes yet, but I already know what color they are. "Yes, of course, Tersa," Chaosti answers. "Silvara," I tell them, "Her name is destined to be 'Silvara.'" "Silvara," Gabrielle says softly as though tasting the name on her tongue, while looking down at the baby. Suddenly the baby's eyes open and she smiles and coos. "Silvara, it is then," Gabrielle says looking up at me. I take that moment to exit, leaving the happy couple to enjoy themselves.
I leave that room knowing that there is more to that child than meets the eye. Unclear future, I think absently. An unclear future can be a very dangerous thing. I will keep an eye on this one I decide. The only one's to take precedence over Silvara shall be my own family. This child will play a key role in the future, but how will remain to be seen. But I do know that somehow, I have to help her clear the path to her destiny.