So here we are at chapter two, and the protectors are two years older than the saviors.
Thank you Baby MexCurian
The guy names
Zoiscite: Alsandair: Protector of Man
Nephlyte: Adare: From the ford of the Oak tree
Jeadite: Brady: Spirited
Kunzite: Cahir: Warrior
Chapter 2: The New Arrivals
The men stood ready, each with a small bundle in their arms. Each horse with amazingly brilliant armor, to cover their shining onyx coats. With their orders in hand. The four priests rode in a separate direction, the one with the blue bundle ran with all the horses might to the West. The one with the Orange bundle ran with all the horses might to the East. The one with the green bundle ran with all the horses might to the north. The last the man with the red bundle was held back as the old man gave his grandchild one last kiss, and a well wish for life and to see her once again, this man ran with all the horses might to the South.
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In the West at the far reaches of the kings land, just inside the border, lay a small shack that held in it, a dying woman, a strong and fearless man, as well as a young boy of the age of two.
Said man kneeled before his dying wife to listen for her last wishes.
"She's on her way." She whispered.
"You must do what I can not, fulfill my oath for me. This is my last wish. Please let me die with peace and hope in my heart my love." She pleaded as only one who wished to live could.
"As you wish." he said as the tears trickled down his chiseled jaw.
"My love you will always be in my heart." Then he let her speak once again.
"Tell my son I love him, and I will always be with him." taking a deep painful breath she continued. "You know who he is and his destiny." with these last words she left this world and entered that of the spirits, to rejoice in the peace that she had wanted all her life.
The man Crane, covered his wife with a white sheet and sent the nurse to get the priest.
Crane walked out of the room he had shared with his wife for ten years, tears of sorrow flowing from his eye's in steady streams. As he entered the main room of his small shack, he let his eye's drift to his son.
"Cahir," he started choking on the liquid that was leaking from his eye's.
"Daddy, what's wrong?" an innocent enough question.
"Mama..... Has gone, she is at peace now." with these simple words the little boy ran to his father, his platinum blonde hair slightly mussed as his father hugged him.
"What will happen now daddy?" He asked.
"We will do all we can, and work the best we, so that we may honor your mother's memory." he said.
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In the East, a not so small house lay in the midst of large fields. In this house were a woman, in much better condition than the last, as she was preparing a room, for her new arrival. This room would be done in only sunshine. For she had lost her only daughter and was getting another chance. Yes she had her son, and a son her was, already tall for his mere two years of age.
Her husband had not wanted this adopted child of sorts, yet it was her oath, her promise, so that her people may live happy lives. Though no one around new of what she could do, for only her son had shown any powers what so ever. All the people laughed him off as he was two years old and said he just had a wonderful imagination.
Nothing like his father, he had his mother's spirit, her love for life, her love for the wilderness. They often went on long walks together. That normally ended with her carrying her sleeping child back to the house.
She hoped he would love his new sister. He seemed hear broken to have lost his real sister, thinking that she was the beginning of a dream he had once shared with her. Her son amazed her. He was much older than his two years, and new much more than he should.
This made her happy, she had passed down her legacy, her magic.
Now it was time to do her part to help her people.
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In the North, lay a cabin not as big as one might think, yet looks can be deceiving. The people who lived here, new what was coming, and could practice their magic openly, with out prejudice. They were alone out here. That's how they liked it. The couple sighed as they looked over the tree's and saw the sun setting. Hands landing in each other.
Their son, came running up to them, screaming.
"Mama, look what I can do." as he said this he made a small flame appear in his tiny palm.
His mother gasped and ran to him, hugging him tightly. "We new you could do sweetie" she said as she released him.
"Are you two ready for what is to come?" She questioned.
"Yes dear, we are prepared. We have known about this for two years." Dagda said.
"Now Brady, you know you are to be nice to your new sister?" his mother said.
"Yes mama, I promise." He said with a glint in his eye. He would eventually have someone to play with, and play jokes on. He couldn't wait.
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In the South Lay a manor, were a lone woman and son lived. Though they should have been outcast as soon as her husband had died. She didn't allow it. She had scared everyone so much, that they not dare to interfere with her business again. As she had said it. A man was still in charge, as her son was to inherit everything. So she had to be allowed to stay so that she could raise him.
It may not have worked except for the one man that had said something about it ended up not knowing if he would ever bare children.
She loved her son, but was happy that a baby girl was to arrive soon, she could teach her what she knew, to be strong, loyal and loving, to trust the right people to know how to survive in this world.
Her son she will always love but she had longed for a girl, though she knew the fate they lay ahead for women in this world.
Though she also taught her son, he was something special as well. Yet she didn't know how a child of water and on of fire would get along.
The day was almost here. She ran threw the house to look for Alsandair. She had to explain what was happening.
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The day had arrived as all horses at the brink of falling over each made it to their destinations. Each man handing a bundle over to the one now responsible. Thus our story truly begins.
And that will be saved for next time.
