PART ONE: THE BEGINNING
December 15th, 1992
"Where…"
"Don't worry about it…"
Ambrosia wetted the cloth as he pressed it on the elderly man's head, "You had a nasty one out there…", he said while he tended the man's wounds, Boy...you seemed in pain as well…" the man observed, " Bah! It's only a little scrape here and there. Me and my brother have scrabbles all the time…", he said as he placed the moist towel in the bowl, " I healed myself mighty quick before you got here.", he said, "You have a name?", he asked as he poked the fire in the hearth.
"I'm merely just a traveler…"
"You know it's not safe traveling this time…", Ambrosia replied, "There's villains, goblins, the undead, orcs...just waiting to attack…", the man's brows furrowed, Ambrosia only nodded, " Yep...they refuse to leave Auradon without a fight…", he says as he squeezed the cloth, " Then what are you?", the man asked, "Just a mere fairy…", Ambrosia answered, " But it seems you lost a wing…", the man said his voice full of pity looking at Ambrosia's back, " Ah...yeah...but that's a story for another time…", Ambrosia said before a sound of a door opened, "It's freezing out there…", a woman voice said her voice almost in a huff as she looked at the injured elderly man on the couch gently dropping the materials on the floor, "Oh my…", she said, "Where was he?-", she asked, "He was cold on the ground when I went out...kind of got hurt in the act but he made it in one piece.", Ambrosia explained, "I made dinner though you just have to warm it up, Dess…", he said.
"I appreciate your time and kindness...but I must make haste…", the man said, getting up from the couch slightly wincing in pain, "Are you sure?...You've been out and hurt for quite a long time…", Ambrosia says while the man simply raised his hand, "I'll be fine...fetch me my cloak…", he requested, Ambrosia quickly grabbed the man's white cloak as he wrapped himself in it.
"Thank you...I will repay you for your kindness…"
Ambrosia shook his head, "No...it's fine...but be careful…", he warned as he gave the man a bag, "This contains many herbs and flowers that should protect you on your way home…", he said as he walked the man to the door, "Carry this as well... it's starting to get harsher out there…", he says as he handed the man a quilt, "We have many so it's okay if you keep one…", the elderly man smiled and nodded as he left the cabin.
The soft sounds of the morning came as Ambrosia stretched and looked at the sudden chest that appeared in the room, he gently got out of the bed and looked at the wording that was etched on top.
Ambrosia-
Your kindness has moved me…I gift you back the wing you lost in battle...but I also ask of you for another favor. Protect these.
Ambrosia furrowed his brows as he unlocked the chest and looked at the two books that stood side by side. One was black and had the richest onyx decorating cover. The other was white decorated with the opulent moonstone. However, there was one detail that drew to him.
The black book had a crisp cut citrine in the middle while the white book had a dulled garnet deadset in the center.