The Faerie Queen Speaks.
Many moons ago, in mortal time, I was walking through the trees, just being there, when I heard a noise. Looking around, I saw a lovely young woman. She looked like one of our people; small and dark. But I could tell by the way she looked at me that she wasn't. I reached for her but she withdrew and bowed her head. Laughing, I lifted her chin and smiled at her. She smiled back and, giggling, turned and ran. But I made it a job of mine to watch after this girl whom I came to find was called Viviane. She made me feel like a mother again and I found myself, once again, longing for my daughter, Sianna, long gone from this earth. Viviane was a descendant of mine, by the blood that ran through her veins. I watched and helped without her own knowledge. I witnessed her sons being born and tried to help her daughter. But she was too far from me. My power couldn't reach her. Then, one stormy day, I looked into the waters of the lake and saw her, in childbed once again. I sat for hours on end, trying to save her from her mother's fate. She survived, by a thin margin. Lancelet. I could see that this would be her last son and that he had a prominent future ahead. I made sure he was safe and sound every night, through his life. I saw little Morgaine come, looking just like her aunt and grandmother, small and dark, like us. She was even more of a daughter to me than Viviane. Morgaine and Lancelet became play-mates until he was sent away to fostering. He visited rarely but I was there every time he came back. Then it came to be that one day, when Lancelet was strolling in the forest, he stumbled into the mists. I, of course, was there to show him the way out. But I found that the small dark boy, was now a handsome young man. He was tall, slim, and dark. I don't remember quite what happened, and I'm not sure if he does either, but I returned with a new child planted in womb, already growing. I found great joy in the life, blooming inside me and even more with the wide-eyed little girl they laid in my arms. She had the largest eyes I had ever seen on an infant, dark and intense, like her father's. Her hair was black like a raven, and grew straight down her back. She was born around the time, the mortal King Arthur died on the shores of Avalon. I named her Ana, after Viviane's mother, hoping she would bring love back to Morgaine's heart. I watched Morgaine mourn not just her brother, but everything she had ever known in her life. Except Avalon. That was all she had. So I decided to give her something else to live for. Ana couldn't stay with me. She was already seven summers old and I saw her power growing. Knowing that she was destined for great power on the Holy Isle, I gave her a new home.
A/N-my first Mists fic so don't be too harsh. I've been wanting to write something like this, but I din't know how to go about it. Have fun. Seez yaz next chappy!
Many moons ago, in mortal time, I was walking through the trees, just being there, when I heard a noise. Looking around, I saw a lovely young woman. She looked like one of our people; small and dark. But I could tell by the way she looked at me that she wasn't. I reached for her but she withdrew and bowed her head. Laughing, I lifted her chin and smiled at her. She smiled back and, giggling, turned and ran. But I made it a job of mine to watch after this girl whom I came to find was called Viviane. She made me feel like a mother again and I found myself, once again, longing for my daughter, Sianna, long gone from this earth. Viviane was a descendant of mine, by the blood that ran through her veins. I watched and helped without her own knowledge. I witnessed her sons being born and tried to help her daughter. But she was too far from me. My power couldn't reach her. Then, one stormy day, I looked into the waters of the lake and saw her, in childbed once again. I sat for hours on end, trying to save her from her mother's fate. She survived, by a thin margin. Lancelet. I could see that this would be her last son and that he had a prominent future ahead. I made sure he was safe and sound every night, through his life. I saw little Morgaine come, looking just like her aunt and grandmother, small and dark, like us. She was even more of a daughter to me than Viviane. Morgaine and Lancelet became play-mates until he was sent away to fostering. He visited rarely but I was there every time he came back. Then it came to be that one day, when Lancelet was strolling in the forest, he stumbled into the mists. I, of course, was there to show him the way out. But I found that the small dark boy, was now a handsome young man. He was tall, slim, and dark. I don't remember quite what happened, and I'm not sure if he does either, but I returned with a new child planted in womb, already growing. I found great joy in the life, blooming inside me and even more with the wide-eyed little girl they laid in my arms. She had the largest eyes I had ever seen on an infant, dark and intense, like her father's. Her hair was black like a raven, and grew straight down her back. She was born around the time, the mortal King Arthur died on the shores of Avalon. I named her Ana, after Viviane's mother, hoping she would bring love back to Morgaine's heart. I watched Morgaine mourn not just her brother, but everything she had ever known in her life. Except Avalon. That was all she had. So I decided to give her something else to live for. Ana couldn't stay with me. She was already seven summers old and I saw her power growing. Knowing that she was destined for great power on the Holy Isle, I gave her a new home.
A/N-my first Mists fic so don't be too harsh. I've been wanting to write something like this, but I din't know how to go about it. Have fun. Seez yaz next chappy!