Prologue 2- Child of Wars & Devils
Wallachia, 1422
The Valerious manor was filled with people; all of them awaiting the birth of their leader Vladislaus Valerious. The heir to the Gypsy throne and rightful owner of Romania Vladislaus was to be. Corina, the oldest daughter to Valerious the Elder, heard her mother's screams echoing throughout the hall but while the while she held her mother's hand, her father came rushing through the doors. The mother's cries of painful labor had ceased to noise these soon unhallowed halls.
The midwife came out bearing a blue-clad bundle in her arms. She handed the child to his father. "She's dead!" Corina yelped in utter agony. Her tears splashed upon her lashes falling to her cheeks. "My mother is dead!!" she cried. It is a suppositious belief my dear friends among Gypsy Royals of Romania that when the first born son of the gypsy king kills his own mother in child-birth he shall be cursed made into the darkest levels of hellfire. Corina spat this exact blasphemy at her new brother and ran out of the hall into the tower.
Vladislaus looked so innocent, so pure. It was hard for Valerious to believe it even then what corrupt deeds this child would create and the pact he would have in the afterlife for the next nine generations of his family; for Vladislaus himself to have an unlife.
A/N: That little fact isn't true of child-birth yep it's not this just a fanfiction, and for those who like this story plz leave a review or two okay. I thrive for them and plz no flames. I mean it 'If you cannot say something nice don't say anything' Plus I'd like it if you could (in your review) give me good constructive criticism instead of a flame. Thx.
-- Trins --