Disclaimer: We own no part of the Black Jewels Trilogy. that was all
thought up in the mind of Anne Bishop. There is also use of characters from
the story, Gone To Dust, but well, that's my story too. (By the way there
are two people writing this). By ShortyZettler and Sapphireeyes
This story is also associated with Gone to Dust, (thanks to Angharad Gwyn for pointing this out!) Alexian is the main character of Gone to Dust and her association with everyone at the Hall is explained at least part way in the prologue of that story. Oh, and I'd appreciate it if you read that one too, it's about Alexian's life. Thanks, Sapphireeyes.
~Prologue~Part 1~
Celeste StarDragon, a cousin of Dagger Starsong, was born in a harsh world. No mom, no dad, only has her loyal cousin to show her the way. She lives an Elven life. She was given a jewel that no one ever heard about and is ashamed of it. But only she knew that it was going to change her life forever.
~Prologue~Part 2~The New Born~
"It's a boy.no a girl.wait." Said the newborn's father.
"Honey can't you see it's a the most beautiful baby girl." Said the newborn's mother.
"She gets it from my side of the family." Said the father.
"I think your wrong." Alexian said, the newborn's cousin, a four-year-old little half Elf half Eyrien. She brushed her short blonde hair out of her sapphire blue eyes and tucked it behind her delicately pointed ears. "She looks like my daddy said my mommy looked like."
"What? Goddess, Alexian, you're the most confusing child," the father huffed.
"The baby looks like my mommy did. That's what my daddy and Forever said."
"Forever?"
"My horsy, Forever More," she replied, shaking her head.
The mother looked up from her child, "We need a name for her."
The father chewed on his lip. "How about Gabrielle?"
"No, that's stupid," the mother replied.
Alexian looked up from her drawing. "NO!"
"Cara?" the mother inquired.
"It makes her sound weak!" the father shook his head.
Alexian looked up again and scrunched up her face, "Yuk."
"All right, Alexian, Miss Know-it-All, what should we name her?" the father demanded.
"Are you sure that it's a girl?" she asked. "You might have been wrong."
"Positive."
"When are you due?" Alexian laughed. The father smacked the heel of his palm against his head and muttered something under his breath. "Sorry," she laughed. She rubbed the back of her neck as she thought. "I read a book about a girl named Beatrice."
The mother smiled. "That's just-" the father began. "Never mind, it's good."
Alexian looked up and shook her head, shaking her blonde hair loose. "I don't like it."
"Beatrice it is," the mother said.
"Damn," Alexian muttered.
The father crouched down so that he was eyelevel with Alexian. "Who taught you that word?" he demanded.
She avoided his gaze, looking from left to right nervously. "Daemonar," she whispered.
"I'm going to find that boy!" he stammered as he went to the door.
"But he's all the way in Kaeleer," Alexian told him.
The father turned around to look at her sternly. She averted her gaze to her drawing once more. He turned back towards the door and walked out.
Alexian sighed and grabbed a blue pencil and began coloring in the sky of her picture. The mother adjusted her new child and sighed contentedly. They both jumped as something banged against the door of the house. The mother shook her head lightly and set Beatrice carefully on the bed.
"Can you watch her, Alex?" she asked kindly. Alexian stood and made her way over to the baby, nodding.
"I still don't like the name Beatrice," she muttered as she seated herself on the bed beside her young cousin.
The mother opened the door and screamed. "ALEX, RUN!" she cried as she fell to the ground. Alexian grabbed her cousin; in her haste she was still careful not to hurt the baby. She darted for the back door, only to find it with a large crack down the center and the angry face of a Warlord was partially visible.
She turned on a dime and headed for a window, spreading her small, dark wings and flying shakily through. She flew straight upwards and over the hands of the Warlords. She placed a Sapphire shield around them with her Birthright Jewel.
She flew straight towards a city that was now in ruins, after the Ebony maelstrom ripped through Terreille and Kaeleer. The city was the one that she had been born in, Northridge, Terreille.
This story is also associated with Gone to Dust, (thanks to Angharad Gwyn for pointing this out!) Alexian is the main character of Gone to Dust and her association with everyone at the Hall is explained at least part way in the prologue of that story. Oh, and I'd appreciate it if you read that one too, it's about Alexian's life. Thanks, Sapphireeyes.
~Prologue~Part 1~
Celeste StarDragon, a cousin of Dagger Starsong, was born in a harsh world. No mom, no dad, only has her loyal cousin to show her the way. She lives an Elven life. She was given a jewel that no one ever heard about and is ashamed of it. But only she knew that it was going to change her life forever.
~Prologue~Part 2~The New Born~
"It's a boy.no a girl.wait." Said the newborn's father.
"Honey can't you see it's a the most beautiful baby girl." Said the newborn's mother.
"She gets it from my side of the family." Said the father.
"I think your wrong." Alexian said, the newborn's cousin, a four-year-old little half Elf half Eyrien. She brushed her short blonde hair out of her sapphire blue eyes and tucked it behind her delicately pointed ears. "She looks like my daddy said my mommy looked like."
"What? Goddess, Alexian, you're the most confusing child," the father huffed.
"The baby looks like my mommy did. That's what my daddy and Forever said."
"Forever?"
"My horsy, Forever More," she replied, shaking her head.
The mother looked up from her child, "We need a name for her."
The father chewed on his lip. "How about Gabrielle?"
"No, that's stupid," the mother replied.
Alexian looked up from her drawing. "NO!"
"Cara?" the mother inquired.
"It makes her sound weak!" the father shook his head.
Alexian looked up again and scrunched up her face, "Yuk."
"All right, Alexian, Miss Know-it-All, what should we name her?" the father demanded.
"Are you sure that it's a girl?" she asked. "You might have been wrong."
"Positive."
"When are you due?" Alexian laughed. The father smacked the heel of his palm against his head and muttered something under his breath. "Sorry," she laughed. She rubbed the back of her neck as she thought. "I read a book about a girl named Beatrice."
The mother smiled. "That's just-" the father began. "Never mind, it's good."
Alexian looked up and shook her head, shaking her blonde hair loose. "I don't like it."
"Beatrice it is," the mother said.
"Damn," Alexian muttered.
The father crouched down so that he was eyelevel with Alexian. "Who taught you that word?" he demanded.
She avoided his gaze, looking from left to right nervously. "Daemonar," she whispered.
"I'm going to find that boy!" he stammered as he went to the door.
"But he's all the way in Kaeleer," Alexian told him.
The father turned around to look at her sternly. She averted her gaze to her drawing once more. He turned back towards the door and walked out.
Alexian sighed and grabbed a blue pencil and began coloring in the sky of her picture. The mother adjusted her new child and sighed contentedly. They both jumped as something banged against the door of the house. The mother shook her head lightly and set Beatrice carefully on the bed.
"Can you watch her, Alex?" she asked kindly. Alexian stood and made her way over to the baby, nodding.
"I still don't like the name Beatrice," she muttered as she seated herself on the bed beside her young cousin.
The mother opened the door and screamed. "ALEX, RUN!" she cried as she fell to the ground. Alexian grabbed her cousin; in her haste she was still careful not to hurt the baby. She darted for the back door, only to find it with a large crack down the center and the angry face of a Warlord was partially visible.
She turned on a dime and headed for a window, spreading her small, dark wings and flying shakily through. She flew straight upwards and over the hands of the Warlords. She placed a Sapphire shield around them with her Birthright Jewel.
She flew straight towards a city that was now in ruins, after the Ebony maelstrom ripped through Terreille and Kaeleer. The city was the one that she had been born in, Northridge, Terreille.