Chronicles of Light

By: Sokai

Disclaimer: I, Sokai, do not claim ownership to the workings of W.I.T.C.H. -- I leave that honor up to Elisabetta Gnone. Nor do I own Elyon's birth parents' names of Wiera and Zaden. However, I can and DO claim to own this story and its inspired ideas FROM said series, as well as Wiera and Zaden's personality and history, and the original characters thrown into the mix. Remember this.

Note: So, okay. I'm seeing on sites like that Wiera's name is spelled "Weira," yet on my tv caption it said "Wiera" when I watched the episode last night. It could have been programmed into wrong, as witchlover did work for W.I.T.C.H. and knows a thing or two about a thing or two. Still, before any of you do that whole "Ha! Spelled it wrong!" on me, I'm still keeping it as "Wiera" because it looks better and more "respectable" if that makes sense. "Weira" looks too close to "weird" and SOUNDS like "weird-o" or something. Plus, the closest relation to this name I'd found spells it "Wi" instead of "We." So . . . yeah. LoL

Another, more important note. I've decided to divide this entire story into three separate "books" (YES, like how "Avatar: The Last Airbender" does), only because it makes much more sense to better convey the different points within Elyon's birth mother's life. So get used to seeing "Book One: Chapter Thirteen" headings for each update. Yay. LoL I've also decided to name each book in relation to Elyon's royal family background. So, no, it isn't coincidence when/if you catch on and see the connection. LoL

This first book/chapter was written/created in August 2006.

BOOK ONE:

DAWN

CHAPTER ONE:

THE BIRTH OF DESTINY

Bright, welcoming light warmly shined forth upon the world of Metamoor, a mystical and fantastic dimension separated by an equally mystical and fantastic Veil (created by an ethereal kingdom, Candracar, found within the center of infinity, that kept its proverbial eye perennially upon the affairs of other known and unknown worlds besides that of Metamoor) to ensure that no world-intermingling would occur.

Then again, as helpful as the Veil continued to be in doing so, had there not been any sort of prior interaction with otherworldly creatures and the world of Metamoor, then said world's inhabitants would be unable to, on this glorious day, celebrate the birth of yet another new addition to the family of those who have kindly ruled over them for centuries . . .

Had the Metamoorian people not entreated Candracar's benevolent, God-like being, the Oracle, for help against volatile offenders, then he would never have chosen the valiant British warrior, Escanor of the planet Earth as their savior.

Therefore, as a result, the beautiful and flourishing capital of Meridian would never have been founded in an honor of Escanor (in addition to his four comrades, Hoel, Idier, Grendal and Brandis, who had also fought courageously at his side) and his bride Leryn, where the two had then proceeded to assume the throne for them and their future descendants to rule.

And so, while today was a grand and momentous occasion for the Galhot (the blue-skinned, original natives of Metamoor) and Cross-breed (the facial-marked, human-like offspring of a Galhot and Escanor) species, it would be the Royal Family of Escanor who would rejoice the most.

In mere moments, Meridian's current monarch, Queen Wiera, would soon give birth to her first child . . .

"Come on your majesty, you can do it! Push!" urged the royal palace's head midwife, Ilithyia, blue eyes shimmering with persistence as she continued to concentrate on successfully delivering the latest member of the Escanor family.

"I . . . do not think I can, Ilithyia!" moaned Ilithyia's current patient lying before her, Queen Wiera, in between exasperated sobs. She knew that she would ultimately have to, provided that she wanted her first child to be born safely.

However, unbeknownst to those surrounding her, she felt deplorably weak, as the seconds continued to pass. She was afraid that, due to the continuous, physical strain to her deteriorating body, she would not make it through . . .

"Yes you can, Amala, my love -- you can," said Queen Wiera's faithful and loving husband, Royal Consort Casimir, standing at her side as he referred to her by her birth name. Queen Wiera weakly turned her crimson colored head towards him in acknowledgment, as he compassionately brushed away the few strands of hair that had matted themselves down onto her creamy hued forehead (due to increased perspiration) and smiled soothingly down at her.

"I am here by your side, so you are not alone in this." Queen Wiera managed to wearily smile back Casimir as her only response to his reverent words, before turning her fleeting attention back onto the ebony haired midwife crouched before her private region.

"A . . . All right . . ." she breathed tiredly, before taking a deep breath and giving yet another exhausting push. She tightly gritted her teeth as the familiar, unfortunate pain that had accompanied her since the beginning of her labor an hour ago began to shoot up her body.

Amidst all of the coaxing for her to push, as well as her concentration upon doing so, Queen Wiera's mind began to focus upon the future . . . one that she was increasingly aware, deep within her heart, that she would not be apart of.

Suddenly screaming at the top of her lungs, Queen Wiera felt her body become wracked with yet another jolt of pain that swiftly brought her back to reality.

"That's it, your majesty! Just another push, and it will be over!" said Ilithyia, continuing to coach with a furrowed brow, observing that the time was near.

Yes . . . yes, it will be over . . . thought Wiera with great sadness plaguing her weakening heart. She desperately wanted the pain -- the labor, to cease; however, at the same time, she profusely wished that it could somehow prolong . . . at least long enough for her to . . .

Royal Consort Casimir gently smiled, wincing in pain as he felt his wife roughly squeeze his muscular hand that she had promptly seized.

"Do you hear that, my love? In mere moments, you and I will be proud parents for the first of many a time, I am sure," he stated happily, his heart swelling with love and rapture.

Queen Wiera could only smile faintly, as she exhaled and got ready to push one final time as her meticulous midwife had instructed.

"Aahh!" she screeched in agony and desperation, at the same time that Ilithyia cried out in excitement.

"That's it! That's it! I am able to see the head! Oh, it is so beautiful, my queen!"

As both Ilithyia and Royal Consort Casimir focused upon the final stages of the delivery, they regrettably did not notice that Queen Wiera's drained body had begun to grow slack.

Just then, a tiny cry pierced through the atmosphere as an exhausted Queen Wiera felt Ilithyia pull out the tiny newborn baby from out of her womb.

"Waaah!! Waaah!!" wailed the healthy infant as its tiny body flailed around within the sable haired midwife's arms.

"You did it! It is a girl!" exclaimed Ilithyia happily, carefully and gently raising the newborn higher so that her queen could see, before proceeding to clean and take care of it.

"Remarkable job, Amala -- she is astoundingly beautiful, precisely like her mother," complimented Casimir, gazing upon his brand new daughter and princess, before affectionately planting a kiss upon Wiera's head.

Tears welled up within Queen Wiera's gray colored eyes as she weakly extended her arms out to claim her child as Ilithyia gently handed her over. She gazed down lovingly at the now contently cooing infant, rich brown eyes looking back at her in curiosity.

"Oh, my precious, precious little Säde," she whispered to the baby girl, whose name she had apparently already chosen for her, before gently stroking her auburn colored head. "You will never even begin to fathom precisely how much I love you . . ."

Queen Wiera greatly wished to say more to Meridian's new little princess, Säde, but found herself immensely overcome with fatigue as her breathing became steadily shallow. She had hardly taken notice of when her husband had carefully taken her away to cradle for a few moments, as the world around her began to tremendously blur.

Closing her now lackluster eyes for what she knew was the final time, Queen Amala "Wiera" Escanor briefly reflected upon all those she would leave behind: her loving husband; ever-watchful sister; loyal subjects; and, most recently, her innocent daughter, who would be forced to grow up without ever knowing her mother . . .

Feeling her body losing all strength, the queen of Meridian managed to utter a few words before she was warmly claimed by the Great Beyond,

". . . Be good, Säde, my love . . . and be strong . . ."

-- End of Chapter One

(A.N. There it is. Säde's birth, and her mommy's sad and simultaneous death. Won't THAT be "fun" for Säde, to have her birthday also forever be her mother's death . . . Anyhow, I don't know what else to say about this, so yeah. Hope you enjoyed. LoL)